Edited Woke Culture

Chapter 20- A Rescue Mission

Three months passed before Rebecca came looking for me. Three. Fucking. Months. Jess didn't even come with her. It was just Rebecca, which made it easier for me to betray her trust, for I had this unreal connection with her, despite feeling very iffy about her actually being my girlfriend, but she was one of the few people I didn't ever have to compel to sleep with me.

I injected a needle into her neck after she turned around to search for ways to get me out of the collar around my neck. "Fuck," she exclaimed, after having snuck into the house to find me. Her finding me was no mystery. The connection I had with her allowed me to access her mind from anywhere. I could quite literally infiltrate her mind and give her "visions" of how to find me.

I had to do it while she was facing away, because I didn't want to see her face contort somehow when she realized I was betraying her. As she said "fuck," I took off the protective top over the needle Tim gave me once I confirmed she would come.

Over the months, Tim had been feeding me very well. Turns out, when you have millions, if not billions, of years to learn to cook, you become quite good at it. While I could sustain myself strictly off human food, I also needed blood occasionally, which Tim provided in blood bags. While not entirely necessary for my existence, blood was important for me to keep my wits, and Tim wanted me to be in top shape. And while drinking from a blood bag was never as fulfilling as drinking directly from the source, I genuinely appreciated that Tim at least realized I needed blood as well for my mental health. He didn't give me blood every day, though. Blood was maybe once every few days treat, which I didn't know if was because of his access to blood bags or if he knew it wasn't as important as eating a meal every day.

After I had shoved the needle into her neck, which I couldn't bear to watch her realize I betrayed her, she passed out within a few seconds of me squeezing what was in the syringe into her blood system. When she rose, she would rise a lycan. Tim had finally perfecting the concoction required for a vampire to transition into a lycan, instead of just dying, like a bite from a wolf or lycan would have had originally caused. Rebecca woke up a lycan, and she was not happy about it. I was holding her hand, but she tried to jerk it away. Tim was standing right behind me.

"You!" She spat. "What did you do to Sam?" Rebecca snarled at Tim, unaware it was actually me who was the cause for her blood to feel warm and tingly in the transition period.

Even in pain, she was still worried about me. I felt her compassion until she turned to me.

"Why are you helping him?" She wept, finally piecing it together that I had a part to play in all the chaos.

"You have to trust me," I said with a broken heart.

"That's something I will never do again," she said, shattering my hopes for repair. The plan, however, worked best with her in the dark. Rebecca was a lot of things, and silent was not one of them. I needed her to hate me. Hell, it would have worked even better if she resisted Tim's coercions.

Tim spoke, "where is the other one?"

I looked to the confused girl in chains and clarified, "he's talking about Jess. Where did Jess go?"

"How should I know? It's not exactly like Jess shares her schedule with me," she spat. She was still really upset, rightfully so. Becks was being a pain in my ass. She wouldn't tell me anything about the coven. She wouldn't let me destroy the coven, she loved everyone she turned... almost romantically due to the fact almost all of them were attractive people, which coerced her into having more deep feelings for them than she would have cared to admit.

"I need to know where Jess is," I calmly stated.

"You think I want this?" She shouted. "I loved you! I would have done anything for you. I even got a tattoo with your name on my ankle. It faded really fast, but you can still faintly see it. Sammy, please don't do this. It isn't too late for everyone else. I don't know what you and Dr. Doom devised, but I know it isn't good. I'm furry. I'm legit furry. I look hideous. This isn't your coven's ways," she redolently reminded me of the level of attractiveness of those in my coven.