Author Notes: Hey guys! I'd like to say thank you for your nice comments, and here's chapter two for this story! I'm going to update my other one soon, and I'd encourage you all to go and check it out, especially if you like Vampire Academy! I'd also like to thank my girlfriend for being so supportive and helpful! She's an absolute sweetheart :) Without further ado, Chapter 2!
It was different, feeling like this. I felt helpless, like nothing could go right again. It wasn't something that I wanted to get used too anytime soon. It wasn't a good feeling, either. My hands were bound with an object that burned both sides of me, and it must have been close to midnight because I could feel my insides trying to tear free of my outsides, but something was holding it in. I wouldn't be able to stop anything like that in the state I was in, so how wasn't I tearing these bonds apart and tearing my captors face off? Did he have a secret that held a werewolf at bay? I'd add that to the list of things for me to ask him when I finally managed to escape and teach him that you didn't mess with someone like me, I wasn't the type that liked to be made a fool of by his prey. I'd bide his time, and strike back when the moment arose. I'd be like a Cobra, studying my prey, looking for a gap in his defenses.
I smelt like approaching much before I saw him. He was bleeding. Had I done that? I couldn't be sure, but I knew that he deserved it; whatever it was. As he drew closer, the smell began to change. It didn't smell like human blood, or even vampire blood. It smelled like werewolf blood, but it was almost masked by another aroma. It smelled almost foreign to me, but it was an aroma that I had smelled once before. Witch. This person was an abomination in the eyes of nature, of that he was now sure. It was a sin of nature for a person to hold the powers of any supernatural species and the power to bend the powers of the universe to your will. Was this nature's way of telling him that he shouldn't be around any longer? Maybe this man was a servant of nature who had been created to stop him. Maybe it was his turn to go.
Werewolves had always been the dominant race, they could run faster than Vampires & they were that little bit stronger; they were made to kill Vampires. Our senses were heightened no matter the species, we could always tell what was happening around us for miles if we concentrated, and we had the gift of being able to completely shut off our minds. We could be deadly still, almost statue like. Vampires and Werewolves were made to be the perfect predators, but everyone had a weakness; and if you paid enough attention then it always became clear as to what it was. I looked up, realized that my mouth wasn't bound. I bared his fangs at the abomination. "You shouldn't even be alive." I spat at the man, who just laughed at his words. It didn't matter who he was, I wasn't going to get anything out of the man; not through conventional methods anyway. It just happened that I knew a few non-conventional methods of torture; if only I could get my arms free I'd be able to show the man that I wasn't pleased with this turn of events.
He didn't stay long; he tossed me a single blood bag onto the floor and walked away. I heard a click in the distance, and assumed that I was in an enlarged cage. He wondered what was possibly going through the man's mind, thinking that it was safe for him to be given a bag of blood. He didn't care, though, because the man had just made his first mistake. Blood made him strong, a lot stronger than a normal Vampire. He had already gathered that his Werewolf side was being held captive by a spell, so he would be fighting a battle, against another Werewolf, with only his Vampire side. It didn't look good, but those were his kind of odds. As he sat there, sipping slowly at the blood, he felt his entire escape plan come together in his mind.