The Hybrid

Chapter 33

Chapter 33

By the time I finished with the vampire, the wolves killed the rest of them. The once nice glossy wooden floor was sticky with a thick layer of crimson blood with dead bodies scattered around.

Briefly meeting the familiar molten gold gaze I moved my head towards the door of the elevator. Without saying anything I began to walk towards it, hearing heavy footsteps and breathing behind me, I knew the wolves were at my tail without looking.

Once stepping into the large harshly lit elevator we began to move downward. Alex flashed in my mind as fear filled my core. Fear of losing Alex to Henry, fear to see him wounded badly. Weirdly enough, I felt slight relief that I would finally get to see Alex and end everything. Tonight was either my last night or Henry's, either way, I was glad the nightmare would end.

Taking a deep breath I clenched one of the silver daggers nervously as if it would give me strength. I felt softness press against my arm. Glancing to my side molten gold gaze stared at me. Sam's enormous black wolf looked at me with his stunning eyes reassuring me, telling me that it's going to be ok. The corners of my lips raised into a smile and I gently ran my fingers through the thick fur on his neck. He nuzzled his snout into my neck and then licked my cheek.

When the elevator opened we stepped into a dimly lit corridor. Scanning my surroundings I noticed the door at the end. While we walked I strained my ears trying to hear any noise indicating anyone around. All I heard was our heartbeats, footsteps and breathing. But the nearer we got I began to hear faint movements. And by the time I stood by the door, a strong coppery scent of blood filled my nose. My eyes widened, panic filled my body, the only explanation ringing in my head was Alex.

Grabbing the doorknob I opened and pushed the door open. The room was bright and I had to blink my eyes a few times to adjust. Freezing, my eyes widened even more of what was in front of me.

In the middle right in front of me stood Henry with a smirk on his face and hatred in his crimson eyes. He stood tall, arrogance rolling off of him.

At the sight of the person next to him, the world around me stopped. Everything blurred only seeing the person. My blood began to run ice cold, and the hair on the back of my neck raised. Not believing what I saw in front of me, I blinked my eyes a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. My mother stood next to Henry, very much alive and healthy. However, when I looked deeply into her crimson eyes the warmth and unconditional love I saw every day when I was only a small girl was gone filled with a chilling coldness that crept into my bones.

She looked exactly as I remembered her as if only a few days passed since I last saw her.

At that moment pain, I thought I would never feel again struck me. Last time I felt it was when I found both my father and her in their pools of blood in the kitchen we used to live in when I was a teenager. Along with pain, regret and confusion filled my core.

Regret that if I wouldn't run that faithful day, maybe everything would be different. If I faced the situation that was in front of me and not be a coward and decide to run I wouldn't lose so much time with my father and found my mother with Henry with disdain in her eyes towards me.

Confusion as to how she was alive. When I saw them, her skin was ash-coloured indicating she was dead, her eyes glazed over. If she wasn't dead, was she with Henry this whole time? Was I alone for eight years for nothing?

Feeling my eyes burning with tears forming I blinked my eyes a few times and averted my gaze to the side. I couldn't look at her anymore. The longer I saw her cold eyes staring at me, the more my heart shuttered.

When I returned my gaze and avoiding my mother at all cost, a man or rather a vampire stood on the other side of Henry. He held Alex barely standing holding by his hair, with his arms behind his back. He was covered in blood, his long hair was matted with blood cascading over his face. I knew it was Alex, his signature scent lingered in the room along with his blood and he was the only human there. The small movements of his chest and faint heartbeat indicated he was barely alive. He had bite marks all over his body along with cuts. Some were fresh, blood still oozed from it and some were scabbed.