Here is another chapter! Hopefully you all out there will like it. It is rather short but please bear with me. My semester started recently and I will probably have not much time to write but I will try to write and upload new chapters as soon as possible. Thanks everyone for reviewing! To Hawaiianlover, glad to know that I have a loyal reader here and thanks for shedding some tears in the previous chapters *bows*. To chloe-bee-123, you want Dominic? Sure, no problem! Go ahead you can have him. I will duct tape him and sent him in a parcel to your home *laughs evilly*. Hope you all enjoy this chapter...oh, and remember to review!
Chapter 19: The Devil
I had always thought Nathaniel was beautiful.
He was more to pretty boy than the handsome type. With slightly feminine oval face, long seductive eyelashes, tousled jet black hair that pretty much begs you to run your fingers in it and eyes that held the color that would have been an insult to categorize them as just brown or green; Nathaniel is one heck of a beauty. I have to say that I am proud of myself for being able to produce such a beautiful child. Oh, the vanity.
But that is probably the reason why he becomes the target of trouble now.
"Oh my, isn't this boy a charming beauty," the werewolf who just named herself Lydia purred seductively at my son and ran a long-nailed finger down his chest. They had torn his shirt open a few minutes ago and are now enjoying the excitement of making me watch as they strip Nathaniel off his clothing and treat him like a display. I glowered at them; the red-haired female that I have no name to address, Mark the wolf with skin the color of baked coffee beans, Jerry a young boy no older than thirteen and Lydia, a female wolf that would have been beautiful if it wasn't for the long scar that runs from the top of her right eye down to her chin. I know they were basking with joy in my aura because each threat they took out on my son pumps my anger; exactly the way they wanted me to. I clenched my jaw as I watch Lydia kisses the nape of Nathaniel's neck and he shivered, not with pleasure but with fear.
I understand Nathaniel's fear and couldn't blame him for being afraid. These wolves are dangerous…and they are not here to play.
The first one came when I insisted we move back to our own house, after I made the decision of pushing Dominic away from my life. Fragrance and Nathaniel left for school and I was left at home alone. I am still doing night shift at The Bar so I just mop around the house during the day. A big mistake it seems. He was a werewolf, around five feet eight inches and very big build. I wouldn't have been alive if he was with company. Thank goodness he came alone...and I have a whole lot of ammunition in my room to kill a werewolf so I will leave it all to your imagination. Killing him wasn't that difficult; it was getting rid of the body that was troublesome. Imagine the kids' horror when they walk in home to find a grown man half-naked and dead on my carpet floor. I didn't get help from the Donahue brothers or Julian as much as the kids beg me to, especially not after what had happened; instead I called up Marcus. Surprising, isn't it? To actually ask help from a potential enemy, I might as well shoot myself in the head. Marcus turned up at my doorstep as soon as I called him. Took one look at the body and helped me dispose of the body. Don't ask me how I dispose it or where; it just so happens that I know a place people don't wander where the body can stay and rot there for centuries without people ever finding it. I owed Marcus two times now after the second one came through my bedroom window, destroying my window frame with him. Now that I think about it, I really need to get those windows fixed before winter.
"Are you not going to ask why you were brought here?" the red-head circled me; she looked impossibly comfortable and confident in those pointy killer heels. I shrugged my shoulders, trying to calm my fear. Facing an enemy who is determined to have your head is one thing; facing one with someone else's life on the hold is another story. Fear is the next strongest emotion I am feeling right now after anger as I watch Lydia play with my son in a not-so-friendly way. Nathaniel may be stronger than she is but heck, he couldn't even hurt a fly. What is there to say about a full grown being here? Not to mention being chained to a wall pretty much restricts your choice of actions.
"I stopped thinking about all the possibilities when a vampire turned up on my doorstep for my head," Did I mentioned to you the third one that tried to kill me was a vampire that actually came and knock on my door? First came wolves then came vampires. Damn, what have I gotten myself into?
The werewolves shared a look and one of them actually snickered loudly. "Looks like the vampires got a whiff on the money," Wow, should I be flattered that people actually pay to see me dead? "Poor girl, it seems that your beloved Julian hasn't been telling you anything; should you really trust him anymore?"
I groaned mentally in my head, now what? I glared at them, trying my best to look not as afraid as I really am. "I have no idea what are you all talking about. Julian and I are not on talking terms from now on so I see no reason why I would be target to you guys."
Lydia clicked her tongue, "How ignorant. They were right; you are not fit to be lupa as much as he is not fit to be Alpha." I narrowed my eyes at her; don't tell me all of this trouble they put me through is because of some political wolf business with Julian that has gone sour. I glowered at her; my fear subsiding and slowly replaced by anger, "Are you telling me all those wolves that turn up on my doorstep is because of those ridiculous politic Julian is involved in?"
The werewolves seemed offended when I mention the word ridiculous. Mark stalked over and backslapped me in the face so hard that millions of black spots exploded in my vision. I could hear Nathaniel screaming angry words at Mark but was silenced when Lydia punched him in the face. I focused all of my anger on Mark and hissed angrily, "You will pay for that," Mark didn't seem intimidated one bit but he didn't mock me either. The red-head on the other hand laughed at my threat. I made a mental note that if I am going to kill all of them; I am going to personally make this red-head bitch suffer more.
Nathaniel's howl of pain brought me back to my senses and I watched with pure horror as Lydia with a silver knife in her gloved hand drew a long and deep wound on Nathaniel's chest. Silver hurts werewolves and such a deep cut will make the wolf heal slower and leave the scar permanent. "Stop that!" I screamed at Lydia with rage but it seemed to make her smile even more.
"Lydia, I don't think—"
"Shut up, Jerry!" Lydia whirled on the little kid that tried to stop her, "Have you forgotten how much suffering you had to go through because of Julian? Don't you dare turn soft now, Jerry!" the kid took a step back as Lydia advanced on him, "Remember how you were treated and remember that hatred towards Julian! This is revenge! Who else better than to take our wraith than his own lover? Well, even if this young man here is not related to Julian he is related to her. The pain on him causes the agony in her! Let us make her suffer as we had. By making her suffer, Julian will too." The kid still didn't seem to agree with Lydia's idea but kept silent, backing off into the corner he originally was at. There was a spark of anger when Julian's name was mentioned but otherwise, he would look at me with pity in his eyes. If he weren't my enemy, I would have said he looked as cute as a kicked puppy.
Lydia smirked at me and stalked back to Nathaniel, each time making a swishing movement with the knife in her hand. Nathaniel was already exhausted, the bleeding wound making him weaker and the only thing that is supporting his legs from giving in is the chains that are holding him to the wall. I let out a low growl when Lydia stopped in front of Nathaniel and kissed him on his lips. Nathaniel jerked his head away but Lydia grabbed his chin and dug her nails in, removing Nathaniel the freedom to move his head. She held the silver knife to his face and I know immediately what she planned to do. I screamed at her to stop while trying desperately to get pass the red-head to my son. Lydia just gave me a smile that makes my skin crawl, "This is for what Julian did to my face," I stare in horror as she brought the knife down to Nathaniel's face and decided it was the last straw.
I tested my luck by pulling out the Viking from underneath my skirt and fire it at the red-head in front of me. Pulling out a weapon in such a close distance in front of an enemy that has faster speed was risky because she could knock the gun from my hands before I could fire them. But lucky for me, the red-head was slower and the gun fired into her chest, sending her falling backwards. I heard Mark's shouts of warning before I pulled the trigger; Mark had saw me pulled out the weapon and lunged himself at me to stop the killing of his teammate but was obviously too late. I jumped aside and missed him by a few inches. When he saw the female wolf fell, he roared with rage at me and transformed into the frightening shape of a werewolf. He was the fastest that I have ever seen to transform into his wolf form; but I was quicker. I continuously fired four rounds into him. I watched as his eyes gone wide with surprise but fear gripped me when he still managed to stand and pounce towards me. Even with him wounded, he still has enough strength to break me apart so I had to avoid his fury claws and sharp deadly-looking teeth. I didn't have time to deal with him as I steal a glance at Lydia and Nathaniel; I had obviously caught her off-guard. She quickly recovered from her shock and her face became dark with unspoken rage. She turn back to Nathaniel and raise the knife again, this time aiming to do something far more worse than scarring my dear son's beautiful face.
"No!" I shouted at her before letting off another round of bullet at the already wounded Mark.
I watched with horror and regret as she brought the knife down on Nathaniel's face. I am too late...
"No!" Another voice called out and in a blur of movement, Lydia was knocked sideways. Lydia's body slammed into a pillar before being held up at the throat by a very pissed off Adrian. Lydia recovered from the shock of the impact and snarled at Adrian, struggling to free herself from his hold. Adrian snarled in response and flashed his fangs at her, looking downright scary. Lydia realized her air passage was blocked so in a frantic attempt to free herself from her attack's hold, she clawed at his arms but Adrian didn't seem a bit bothered by it. Instead, he smiled at her and said through gritted teeth, "I will show you what is more fearsome than that pathetic Julian," with that, he used his free hand and rip off Lydia's left arm like she was made of paper. Lydia's horrible bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the whole empty building.
"You bastard!" spitted Lydia venomously. Adrian just laughed darkly at her face as her blood gushed down from the part where her missing left arm should be.
I turned my head away because I could no longer watch the terrifyingly gruesome torture done by Adrian, only to realize my son was still hanging lifelessly by the wall. "Nathaniel!" I shouted as I raced towards my son, fear gripping at my heart so tightly that it was impossible to breathe. When I reached him, I pulled his face up as gently as I could. I wanted to wail in agony, Nathaniel looked so dead; his eyes were half closed, his lips cut up and there were bruises on his face. There was a small cut on the side of his face, result in Lydia missing it by inches when Adrian knocked her over. Praying hard that my baby is still alive, I checked for his pulse and a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Nathaniel still has a pulse, but he is barely breathing. I need to get him down, was all I could think of.
"Move aside," a male voice appeared behind me. I was not going to be asked twice so I moved aside immediately and watched Julian and Grace worked on taking the chains off Nathaniel. Fragrance stood by my side all the time. In the end I was so desperate that I asked them to just rip the chains off the wall. Seeing the chains were made of pure silver, touching them had already proven as a difficulty for the werewolves so Christopher and Edwin stepped up to do the job. The first chain came off the wall easily when the two vampires pulled at it hard. That was when I heard Lydia's cries of pain again, reminding me that Adrian was not done with her yet. "Grace, get Fragrance out of here." Fragrance was about to protest but Grace quickly pulled her out the door, knowing very well what is going to happen next. Anger flared in me as I stalked over to Adrian who was tearing another part of Lydia off.
"Move," I hissed; Adrian didn't even hesitate to release Lydia onto the floor. He backed off when I approached and stood at the side to watch me land my foot in Lydia's face. "You bitch!" Lydia cursed at me after I removed my foot from her face. I watched as she coughed up more blood before firing a shot at her shoulder blade. Silver bullets made the pain even more terrible and she howled in pain. Since she has lost both of her arms when Adrian tore them off, she could only lay helplessly on the floor as I stepped onto the shoulder blade I shot at. More painful screams tore into the empty space but I am not satisfied. "Does that hurt? Oh, don't die yet. I am not done with you," I smiled at her before firing another round at her abdomen, splattering blood over my 'Lulu' boots from Tod's. "Aw man, I liked this shoe!" I complained before landing a swift kick to her side, causing her to topple over in more agony. I sighed in dismay at my now blood-stained black suede knee-length boots; guess I will have to throw them out then.
"Is this all you have got?" Lydia gave me a bloody mocking smile. She composed her facial expression to show no signs of fear but to me, the fear was as clear as day in her eyes. Somehow, I liked the fear she has of me. I was about to pull the trigger on her again but someone knocked the gun out of my hand so fast that I didn't even see the movement, just the numb feeling at my hand confirmed the hit.
I glowered at the person who did that. "That's enough, Adele." Julian said in a steady voice that held power and threat. Julian may be able to use that on his wolves but not me. I stepped up to him, in the same time allowing my anger to roll off me like strong tsunami waves so he knows that I am not intimidated by him and his previous action pissed me off royally. "You wouldn't say the same thing if it was your kid that were treated that way," Well, Nathaniel is his child; he just doesn't know it.
Julian sighed; he sounded like he is reasoning with a three year old, "They weren't treated in the best way either, Adele."
"And whose fault would that be?" I replied sharply and Julian flinched like I just slapped him. I know Julian cares very much for each of his wolves well-being so for conflicts like this to arise, he must have been bathing in guilt. But I am not in the mood to be kind.
"Fine," I said through gritted teeth, still not satisfied that I didn't get to do more damage. "I will leave her alone; she is dying anyway." The look Julian has on his face made it look like I just punched him right in the gut.
"Leaving already?" Lydia laughed, "Don't fake kindness with me, Julian. I know how evil you really are. And you, Adele, could never finish off a kill; you really are the perfect match for our soft-hearted useless leader—"
I laughed; I couldn't control it, I just laughed. I find her words terribly hilarious. "He is kind; he can never hurt his wolves, that is why little scumbags of dogs like you are still breathing," I spat at her, "never compare me to him, mutt, because it would be far worse than death if you do. But what a pity; you already did. If you wanted revenge, you should have attacked him straightforwardly instead of attacking me; he would have hurt you, but I will kill you." I gazed down at her and this time, fear clearly shown on her face. "I am a far worse monster than he is, Lydia. If you think he is evil, think of me as the devil."
I turned my back against the dying wolf on the floor, picked up my Viking that was on the ground and made my way towards the rest. When all of the chains break free from the wall, Julian volunteered to carry Nathaniel to the car parked outside of the abandoned building. I was going to protest at him carrying my son when he was the cause of everything but didn't get the chance because someone else voiced out first.
"Don't touch him!"
Adrian slapped away Julian's hand that was touching Nathaniel and hissed at him like a possessive cat. I stared at Adrian dumbstruck as I watch him hold onto Nathaniel like my son is his favorite ragdoll. Somehow, a vaguely familiar feeling twisted in my gut. Julian growled at him, "Let go of him, vampire."
Adrian bared his fangs at Julian, "He is not yours; he is mine."
Oh shit, was all I could think of.
I know; cliffhanger. I am a very bad bad bad girl right now. Don't blame me, I wanted to update so badly because I couldn't wait anymore. Tell me what you all think, thanks again for reading!
