I looked down at my hands as they wrung my shirt carefully. Holy Shit, I still don't have any underwear on!
Gabriel and Damon's head snapped up in response to my thought and I was only half surprised to see that it wasn't their eyes looking back at me.
They were the red eyes of a thirsty hunter. A predator. And, not really surprising at all, they were zeroed in on me; gleaming hungrily.
My eyes widened in response and I tried to squeeze myself further against the corner. Damon lowered his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were their normal, clear, blue.
"How'd you do that?" I asked. Damon stood, glaring at Gabriel warningly and lifted me to my feet.
"I learned how to keep an extra supply of energy ready in case of situations like this" Damon replied blandly "And under these certain circumstances, it comes in handy and adds an extra bit of urgency" He paused to lift me towards the window, and began shoving me out, despite my horrified glares.
Once I was on the leafy grass outside the dungeon, Damon appeared behind the window.
"Okay, I'm going to use my last bit of energy to get out" Damon said "Once I'm out, run like hell- because I'm going to need to kill something"
Before I could even ask him what the hell was going on, Damon disappeared and a thick mist made its way through the window. I didn't think, I didn't even pause to stare in awe, I was running at top speed.
Normal Damon was scary- but hungry Damon was flat out terrifying.
I had dashed towards the trees and as soon as I was under their cover, I was dragged to the ground and rolled onto my back.
I stared up at Damon, panting heavily as he held me in place.
"You really have to work on your cardio" He muttered as a drop of red blood dribbled from his chin and on to my chest. He stared at the small red dot as if contemplating licking it off my skin. I quickly pushed him off of me, murmuring something about 'now not being the best time'
He rolled his eyes and wiped the remaining blood from his chin.
"So what are we doing exactly? And why would Jonathan even put us in a cell with a window if he knew you could escape?" I asked.
Damon smiled smugly "He didn't know I could escape" He replied cheerfully "My powers have developed quite well in Jonathan's absence- I doubt even he could do that little parlor trick"
"You still haven't answered my first question"
"Well, I thought the answer would be obvious. We're escaping. I just had to make sure that you were far enough away when I get Gabriel and Nathaniel out; they have a harder time suppressing their hunger…well, Gabriel does anyway."
I frowned but said nothing, instead, making myself busy by climbing up a tree to lounge in the branches.
"Well hurry up, so we can get the hell out of here" I sighed, closing my eyes.
Damon smirked "That's the thing, we may be gone awhile, that drink made us more hungry than we realized- it may take an hour or so to quench our thirst- so just make yourself comfy; we'll be back soon"
I grumbled once Damon was out of sight. And soon, I fell asleep.
It was a weird dream. Not like my usual. This was different, it was dark and scary in the room where I was lying. I was faintly aware of being naked- and freezing, but there was another sensation surging through my entire body. It was…incapable of being described. And then, Jonathan was there, looking down at me with a sadistic smile. "Well, it looks like you took to it better than I thought" he murmured against my hair before bursting out into a cackling laugh.
I shivered against the tree branch, and turned over, trying to force myself into one of my more peaceful dreams.
Wake up
The voice was raspy and small, like the sound of wind brushing against the leaves on a tree.
Wake up it commanded again. My eyes shot open and I sat up against the tree, glancing around curiously.
Run, the beast is coming!
I sat there drowsily, letting the words sink in before understanding slapped me in the face; and it came in the form of a tree branch. The trees were talking to me…and hitting me, apparently.
Go! It's getting closer!
With the next blow, I fell from the tree and directly onto my ass. I stood up slowly, rubbing my butt as I glared at the tree that had thrown me onto the ground.
Run, you stupid girl!
I ran quickly in the direction that lead away from Jonathan's castle, when the beast suddenly made its presence known. It stalked quietly towards me, appearing from behind the brush and foliage. I bit my lip as I began running through plans of evasion, and the werewolf stalked closer still. I edged towards a large, sturdy, looking branch on the ground when the werewolf suddenly shifted, growled, and faded- leaving a tall, handsome man behind. He had his hands up in the symbol of surrender as he walked towards me. I grabbed up the branch, and swung it warningly.
"I'm not here to hurt you." The werewolf assured "I came to help"
I snorted out a laugh and continued to glare at the beast.
"Fine, don't believe me." The man huffed, as if he were offended "I don't care"
He leaned casually against a tree and began examining his nails, glancing at me every now and then through thick, dark, lashes and hooded gold eyes.
"I've got all night" He announced.
I frowned at him and took a wary step closer, still clutching the wooden branch in my hand.
"Who are you?" I asked, curiously.
The man flashed me a brilliant smile before bowing low.
"The name's Peter," He replied "And it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance"
I ignored him and shot off my next question "What do you want?"
"I came to get away from crazy Jonathan over there; he's not going to be happy when he sees his prisoners have escaped."
"He's the idiot who left us in a cell with windows…"I muttered to myself
Peter grimaced, but chuckled softly "He's not exactly…all there these days"
Peter's eyes rose from my own to gaze directly behind me. I turned to see Damon, Gabriel, and Nathaniel approaching; all of them looking every bit the predatory killers people made them out to be.
"Well, well, what've we got here?" Damon mused aloud, sauntering around me and coming to a stop in front of Peter.
Peter raised an eyebrow, his golden eyes twinkling, but said nothing. Damon frowned, cocking his head to the side as he said "hm"
"You're odd" Damon muttered
Peter shrugged, and went back to leaning against the tree "So I've been told" He replied silkily.
Damon turned back to me, his eyes dark and calculating.
"I'm not much a fan of werewolves" Damon admitted.
"What a coincidence, " Peter gasped, feigning shock "Bloodsuckers get on my damn nerves; you folk are always whining about something"
"I'm not much a fan of werewolves" I mocked in a whiny voice, laughing. Damon glared as Peter snickered.
"Yeah, whatever" Nathaniel sighed "Can we just get the hell out of here already"
Peter's eyes lifted to Nathaniel's and he raised his brows, staring approvingly. Gabriel scoffed aloud, glaring disdainfully at Peter as he listened to his thoughts.
"Gross" Gabriel whispered as he turned to Damon.
"I'm taking Chloe" Damon said before anyone could even speak, he turned to me, raising his eyebrows as if he were challenging me to argue. I didn't.
He smirked in my direction at nothing in particular and in a flash was directly in front of me. Without a word, Damon took my by the arm and swung me around so the I was on his back, piggy-back style.
He turned back to me, smirking. "I would hold on tight, this is going to be a bumpy ride"
I rolled my eyes, resting my chin on his shoulder "Just get on with it" I snickered.
Please excuse the shortness and delay in updating, guys. I seem to be going through a phase, and have lost all inspiration towards this story- even after going over the entire outline with my sister.
Give me some inspiration and review! I'll try super, super hard to make the next chapter long, interesting, and updated quickly! And again, I apologize for the shortness- I don't usually put chapters up that are less that 2,000 words- but if I hadn't then you guys would have had to wait a whole helluva lot longer for it. I wanted to give you something :)
And I'd also like to thank everyone who has reviewed, favorited, or added this story to their alerts; to say I was surprised, would be a massive understatement.
-Madeline