The Revenge

Chapter 9

As I gained conciseness slowly, the realization of being alive hit me a second later and memories flooded my mind. I shot open my eyes and slowly sat up, holding my head as a throbbing headache began to form in my head. I couldn't help the tears escaping my eyes when Thomas' face right before he died appeared in my memories. As I wiped my tears away I hoped he found peace.

As I wiped my hands on my top I noticed my clothes. I wore a satin black camisole and matching shorts. What the hell? Then I remembered the cut on my wrist. Checking both my wrists just to make sure I didn’t miss anything. There was no sign of any injury. My eyes were wide with confusion. Questions such as: where am I? Why am I not dead? How am I healed? How long was I out? Kept playing on repeat in my head.

Scanning my surroundings, the first thing that caught my eye was a big fireplace that was situated right across the bed on the other side of the room. The fire was illuminating the room and it was the only source of light. The walls were light colour contrasting against the dark floor. All the glamorous furniture in the room was a matching dark brown colour. The only time I saw furniture like this was in the Alphas packhouse. I hoped I wasn't in any of the werewolves pack houses. But then I wouldn't be in a room like this but dungeon or something. There were three doors in that room, one I am guessing was the exit, the other bathroom and the third, I had no idea.

Getting out of the bed, my legs felt like jello. I slowly started pacing around the room, still holding my head because that throbbing headache wouldn’t go.

My eyes felt sensitive to the fire coming from the fireplace even though the light in the room was soft and dim. For the most part, I kept my eyes squinted letting in as little light as possible. In the meantime, faint voices filled my ears, a lot of voices as if from far away. I looked around, there was no one in the room with me. I also noticed my own footsteps, the noise of my feet flapping on the cool wooden floor was filling the air around me. It was a lot louder than I remember. It was driving me mad. The sudden pop of the burning wood made me jump and I cursed hating everything.

What happened to me?

“Why am I alive?” I mumbled to myself when I stopped pacing around the room. I heard footsteps, loud enough indicating someone was walking towards the room I was in, then a click of the door and more louder steps.

“Because I saved you” I heard a velvety deep male voice behind me. I froze and my hands shoot to my ears. His voice sounded so loud I thought my head would split and my eardrums burst.

I turned around slowly, my hands falling to my sides. A tall man was standing by the door. His brown hair was cut short brushed back out of his face. He was pale with deep blue eyes and handsome sharp features. He wore black slacks and maroon coloured shirt with his sleeves rolled up halfway up.

My eyes narrowed, anger building inside of me I hissed. “I didn’t ask to be saved.” my own voice sounded so loud I winced and covered my ears again.

"What did you do to me" I whispered this time. The anger I felt earlier shifted into fear, I didn't feel like myself. He hesitantly took two steps closer to me but my arm shoot out, my palm facing him. Stopping him in his tracks.

"Don't come near me" I whispered again.

He seemed calm as if he expects my behaviour.

"Your senses are heightened, you need to feed to finish the process and everything will calm down." He whispered back to me.

My eyes widened, eyebrows shot up high into my forehead realizing what I was "Am I...?" The word was stuck in my throat. My whispering voice was shaking. "A vampire" he finished for me.