I've lost track of time, I honestly don't know how long the Alpha pack has had their claws in me, and I mean that literally as well as figuratively. Once they made me release my grip into the dirt, by knocking me out, I woke up in a hotel room. The twins seemed to have been made my wardens, because they were always around me, and I mean always. I couldn't even use the toilet without one of them in the room with me, but that was ok, I mean its gross and all but its ok, I was able to have the excuse to touch them and be able to hear. I was quickly becoming addicted to noise. But only in small snippets, it honestly hurt too much to hear for long periods of time. Which, of course, I found out the hard way.

It was maybe the third day of my captivity, and I was on the bed, refusing to acknowledge the twins presence, my back was turned toward them. One was guarding the door, the other was sitting on the chair beside my bed. They took the term, 'watch the prisoner' way too seriously. But at least I knew that they wouldn't hurt me, at least not until they could figure out if I was still healing from my fall or not. Because apparently my smell reeked of something strange, and they thought I was near death or something. But that was ok, as long as they kept their distance. Which of course they didn't. One, the one next to me on the chair, decided to put his hand on my forehead and then keep it there.

Sound came rushing back.

"He feels a little warm, but then again, I don't know what Elementals are supposed to feel like, temperature wise."

"He's been lethargic, his body reeks of sickness. I wonder how long it'll take for him to heal."

"I wonder what injured him in the first place, the scars on his body, the ones on his leg especially are rather terrifying."

"I agree, only a flame hot enough to burn bone could do something so sever to an Elemental."

I couldn't resist, I turned my face into the warmth of his palm and nuzzled it, this one was the one that smelled of mint. I dubbed him Mint in my head, and the other Smokey, they never gave their names, and so I had to improvise. Sue me. But, as I was saying, his hand was warm, and slightly bigger than mine, and it was just nice. They stopped talking for a minute, and they were wary of my reaction, if I were to have a reaction, but I didn't, I stayed were I was and I guess they thought I went back to sleep.

"He seems so content with us."

"He knows that we need him, and we cannot do anything irreversible to him, or else we will be the ones that suffer."

"Still, does it seem odd to you – "

"That it seems as if he can hear us, but no one else? Yes,"

They finished one another's sentences, very cute.

But before my mind was able to wonder about twin-telepathy and into other, less innocent thoughts, my nose and ears began to itch. It was a weird feeling, as if my ears needed to sneeze….then….

"Oh God!"

My eyes weakly opened, and I saw a small wet red stain spreading across the pillow case. I was bleeding….my nose, note to self breathe through mouth, and my ears…his hand was still on my forehead. Now more hands came down.

Pressing my back to the mattress, they put my head back, and were bickering about how to stop the bleeding and if they should put my head back or forwards. My ears throbbed, it felt like hot pokers were being pushed, deep into my ear drums, reaching to my brain, scraping the gray matter within. Weakly my hands went to my ears, pressing down, it hurt, it hurt too much. There was too much sound, too much noise. The air conditioning unit was a diesel engine, the sheets were sandpaper grinding against a chalkboard, their voices were thunder. The high pitch of the light overhead was a blow horn. A sound broke through all the other noises, it was strangled, as if someone was dragging the noise out of them by a rusted meat hook. Then I realized it was coming from me.

My body wiggled on the bed, I had to get away from their hands, more wolves were pounding at the door, the pounding matched my ever quickening heartbeat. I was having a panic attack, a heart attack, a migraine, all rolled into one. I don't know how but I was able to push myself away from the group, I landed on the carpeted ground with a painful thump, but thankfully everything was silent. I scooted back, far into the corner, and slightly under the bed, but only my legs could go, my torso was too large for the small opening. But it was enough for now. I made myself curl into a ball, bloodied hands over ears, protecting them from any more harm, head buried into my chest, back bent and only clothed parts of me showed to the outside world.

Vibrations warned me that someone was near, I pushed deeper into the wall, wishing my Magic, or whatever it is that I have would just let me be swallowed by the wall, or the ground. I'm not picky, but just to be away from the noise, and the wolves, to live peacefully with Nara in the woods. The presence hunkered down near me, not touching, not hovering, just a steady, living breathing thing beside me. Eventually my heart rate calmed and the agony cooled and slowed to a trickle. Then, I looked up. It was Deucalion, his unseeing eyes seemed to evaluate me. His nostrils flared, taking in my scent and I don't know what else. Whatever it was that he smelled, he didn't like, if his scowl was anything to go by. Then he spoke, deliberately forming the words so that I wouldn't misinterpret.

'My, my, little Elemental, you are certainly full of surprises. It seems as if you don't know the extent of your powers, "

I just warily looked at him, mentally and physically exhausted.

'You are far more powerful than any sprite or nymph, you will flourish within this pack. But you must SUBMIT'

His red eyes turned black, it felt as if he was pressing against me, as if the world was closing in. I never submitted to Derek, I never submitted to Peter, and I was not going to submit to him…I wasn't going to...

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Happy thanksgiving! Adieu!