I hope you like this second part; it is fluffier and uses more animal and Mai instincts. I believe this will be a three-shot, but I am not sure.

I do not own The Nine Lives of Chloe King, if I did, Chloe would have never made up with Brian at the end of "Responsible" and lived happily ever after with Alek.

Happy Reading :D

Chloe's POV

You see, the thing is, is that I am not one to lay down waiting to die.

They brought in a chair and, unfortunately, tied me down before I could get away. Damn. I need to think of something. I scanned over the area, looking for a door, window, even a crawl space. It didn't seem that there was any escape except the door that was currently being blocked by pick scary looking men in black. Lovely. It seems that we, I, has to fight out of this situation. I looked over to the others to see if they were alright. They were all looking at me, hoping I had an idea on how t get out of this situation because I was the only one who wasn't held onto by a freakin' body builder.

I looked over at Brian and his father, they were talking in hushed tones, but thanks to my fan-fucking-tastic hearing I could hear them.

"The Uniter has eight lives left, we are going to kill her first and then move onto her loved ones. Do not think about it, just kill her, each last life she loses is more painful than the one before and I want her to feel pain. I want her loved one's to watch their precious Uniter, daughter, friend and love die." Whitney sneers.

I hear Alek and Jasmine struggle even further after hearing what Mr. Rezza said. I look over to them, seeing them look absolutely desperate and scared, for me. Valentina looked worried but held up her mask, only her eyes showed her fear. My poor Mom looked so confused and scared. I heard the sound of feet walk towards me and looked up to see Whitney a few feet away with Brian close to his right. I grimace at them and wait for them to start talking.

"Chloe, Chloe, Chloe are you ready to die, again and again?" Whitney says and smirks at me. I merely look away from him, choosing to ignore him and his childness. That is until he pulls my chin to face him and then slaps me so hard you could hear an audible smack echo across the room. Damn, that's going to leave a mark. I hear a snarl and look up to see Alek struggling even more, his eyes squinting, going into Mai mode. I look up at Mr. Rezza to see him smirking at me.

"When I talk to you, you look at me," he says to me condescendingly, he looks over at Alek and see's him struggling. "That boy really does love you, you must be his Mate," he sneers at me. He thinks something over and then smirks at me again, he really needs to stop doing that because it really annoying. "How about we make this more interesting, every time you disobey me your precious Mate get's another punch and/or slash with my lovely knife here." I look at him in horror feeling my own eyes go Mai, my instincts rising up in me, telling me this man has no right to threaten MY Mate and that he should die for even thinking of trying to hurt him. I struggle to get loose my animal side coming out, realizing the danger my Mate is in and struggling to do anything to save him. I snarl at him as he laughs at me attempts.

"Ah, love, so refreshing," Whitney sneers at me. Signaling something to someone, I realize what that signal is when I hear a scream, my animal side leaving me and then coming back full force when I realize what is going on.

They are hurting MY MATE!

I snarl again and try to get out of my binds.

"Ah, ah, ah, if you try to escape again your Mate gets another slashing," Whitney explains and smiles at me. I whimper and growl low in my throat, at war with myself. My Mai side wanting to rip and shred through all these people that dare to hurt my Mate, but my human side realizing that it would cause more trouble than help and tries to stay still and reign in my Mai side. I look at Alek and see the blood dripping down his beautiful face, his cheek covered in blood. I growl and look up at Whitney resigning myself to the chair of death as I am now calling it. He smiles down at me, attempting to look angelic. Please, I say to myself, like that's going to happen.

"Good kitty," he says to me in a degrading tone. I hear Brian laugh obnoxiously and I turn my head to glare at him. He stops laughing at one and I smirk in victory. I look back over at Alek to see him breathing deeply, looking at me. I look into his eyes, his emotions screaming out to me, even without my empathy. Desperation, fear, hurt, anger and deep love, for me. Oh Goddess Bastet, I hope we survive this.

"Let's get started now shall we," Mr. Rezza exclaims before coming up with a large butchers knife, where the hell did get that I think to myself, but all thoughts of such kind flee from my brain as I feel said knife pierce my stomach. Pain explodes into my system overtaking everything. I feel as if I am under water, hearing and seeing things from such point of view. Screaming, manic laughing, and one voice that stood out among all others.

Alek.

He was screaming my name and growling loudly. I hear a commotion and feel the knife being ripped from me. I hear a high pitch blood curling scream and after awhile I realize that scream is mine. I feel someone strip my binds from my body, freeing me from the chair of death. Someone is cradling me protectively into their chest. My brain can't seem to catch up but my body instinctively curls itself around this person. My ears do what my eyes can't and search out for something that can identify this person, my ears automatically find said persons heartbeat and I relax even further into the persons arms. The rhythmic tone relaxes me. I know this heartbeat and could probably pick it out if we were standing on a crowded street in downtown San Francisco. Alek.

I slowly start to hear what he is saying to me, but it's like a bad service radio.

"Chloe….love. Can….hear…me. Please…..don't….. Please…..die. I need you my Mate, Chloe," Alek seems to whisper to me, but I think he is actually screaming the words. I painfully open my eyes, looking into his eyes. A beautiful chocolate brown, swirling with love. I snuggle down deeper into his chest and moan as he shifts, the slightest pain ripping through my entire being. "Chloe you can't fall asleep, please, don't die, please."

"I will still have seven lives left, Alek. I don't think I this eighth one is going to last long," I whisper to him slowly. I fade away into darkness, listening to his cries and pleas, wishing I could help, but knowing I cannot. I hear a roar of pain as I am finally consumed by darkness.

What do you think? Too sappy? Not enough drama? Does it suck? There will be a fight scene in the next chapter! So review if you want to read it!