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Angell woke up in a dark room, tied to a dark wooden chair. Her left shoulder was bleeding, Angell feeling the blood travel down her arm to her wrists. She looked around, her words muffled by the tape on her mouth. She started panicking a bit, spotting the shadow of a man walking towards her. She struggled, trying to get out. The man grabbed her jaw, pulling it up to make her look at him. There was a light above her, lighting up the dark room slightly. “Don’t fight it.” The man sighed, having a stern tone. She whimpered in pain as the man pressed his hand firmly against her wounded shoulder, her eyes flashing the blue. She tried to kick him, struggling as her legs were tied to the chair. He moved his hand away from her shoulder, using it to remove the tape on her mouth. She immediately tried to bite him, the man slapping her mouth as a reaction. “Don’t bite.” He growled. She growled back. His eyebrows raised slightly. “I figured you weren’t that much of a vampire. You took longer than most of them to pass out..” He sighed, grabbing her jaw again, moving it to the side to examine her neck. “You don’t have any bite marks. Where’d you get bit?” He questioned. “I can’t remember.” She huffed. His eyebrows furrowed, letting her jaw go. He walked to a table in the corner which was saw subtly by the lantern on the side of it. He grabbed a gun and ammo, looking at the night shade bullets. He walked over, grinning as he showed the night shade bullets. “A single one and you die.” He cooed. “Do it, I dare you.” She hissed. “I would. But..” He sighed. “Lucian knew you and you know Sonja.” He put the bullets into the gun before putting it in his pocket. “Lycan.” She murmured as he put the gun away. “Yes, I am.” He smiled. “Could tell. You reek of wet dog hair.” She growled, looking around. “Don’t have attitude Angell..” He sighed. Her eyes darted back to the lycan. “I have got to say.” He paused.

“I feel sorry for you.” He chuckled, twirling a strand of her hair in his finger. “You have a good soul yet your heart has been broken endlessly. First your villages death and they accused you of being a vampire. Then Sonja’s death-” He got interrupted. “Get off me.” She spat in his face. He groaned, rubbing the spit off. He glared at her in a seering way. Fear churned in her stomach as she glared back. He grabbed her shoulder, going to grip it but stopping himself. He looked down at her with a smirk, Angell staring up at him. “Isn’t it strange?” He paused, backing off. “There are so many people in the world who love people they can’t have.” He sighed, knowing Angell was going to be bothered, which she was. “And then, that person has no idea.” He chuckled. “Expect, he does.” He pulled his gun out, examining it. “You would do anything to please him.” He chuckled. “Even though, he would not tell you a word about Lucian..” He paused. “Lucian was a good lad. You didn’t even help him.” Angell stared at the Lycan, her fangs extending. “How do you think Viktor found out about Lucian and Sonja? Not me. I was the one out dealing with the likes of you!” She growled. “Watch it-” He got interrupted again. “Don’t "Watch it" me. I will escape your stupid ropes and rip your throat out.” She snarled. “Angell.” He tsked, grabbing a knife from the table. He walked back to her, stepping between her legs.

He moved the knife under her jaw, sliding it down to the pressure point of her throat. “You have no idea what they knew.” He pressed the tip of the knife against her pressure point. She stared at him, not reacting to the blade. “You ever notice how Amelia never let anybody lay a finger on you? Unless she knew them?” He questioned, focusing on the blade. She didn’t respond, secretly rubbing the rope against a sharper edge of the wooden chair. “Speak.” He said with irritation. “Obviously..” She responded. “Because. Amelia knew something about you which the other two didn’t. Sure Marcus didn’t mind you, but. Amelia sure did like you.” The lycan snickered at the thought. “I can remember my father telling me all about you vampires. How we needed to kill-” He got interrupted by feeling his gun leave his pocket. The gun was pressed against his chest, the lycan looking down at it. He slowly removed the tip of the blade away from her throat. Angell took the knife away. The man started transforming into a lycan, backing away from the gun. She heard a low growl in front of her, slowly kicking the chair backwards.