Rogue

Part Two

Edit 10/26/24

Rouge

The feeling of dread washed over his body as he continued to watch her, her breathing even as her chest rose and fell with each breath, he knew more than anybody what was to come of her. She was merely a test subject whose life was meaningless to theirs. He could feel his heart clench at the thought of her dying, in the time he had experimented with her, they had grown quite close – more him than her.

It seemed like a lifetime ago when she was excited to see him come through those doors before it turned ugly. The constant pain that he made her endure was sickening, he couldn't stop it, no matter how much his heart told him to, every fiber in his body had protested it, but how could he disrespect the King?

Darrel took a deep breath, closing his eyes, trying to get his nerves under control. No matter what happened he had to follow through, the King owned him, Darrel snickered, his life was literally in the King's hands – the old King.

He stayed in the same position for a few more minutes, his eyes never leaving her, he could hear the murmurs going around the lab from the other rogues he had befriended throughout his lifetime.

Darrel watched as she slept in her old bed. A small smile spread across his face as he remembered going out of his way to get that for her. His smile soon faded – that was a long time ago.

Her breathing was slow and even, showing him that she was having a peaceful dream. He lightly brushed her cheek with his fingers. He felt almost amazed to see her, he wouldn't admit this, but he was scared she wasn't going to make it.

He took a deep breath. He has her back and right now that is all that matters.

"Sir," A voice coughed, breaking him out of his trance, "We have finished clearing out the lab. The others are already making their way over to Sector K. What are we to do with her?"

"Let's wait for her to wake up and then we will move."

The man let out a low growl of disapproval. Darrel choosing to ignore him. It would be easier for everyone if she is able to move by herself instead of having two of his men carry her. That would just slow them down; that is something Darrel could not risk. He had no doubt in his mind that Clay would be bending over backwards to find her.

"If she doesn't wake up in the next 12 hours we have to move regardless," the man stated, annoyance clear in his tone.

Darrel waved him off dismissively, he knew the stakes, if they were to fail, he could only imagine what the King would do to him. Just the thought of it sent shivers down his spine.

"Elijah," Darrel snarled, "I remember the protocol that I put in place. You do not have to remind me. Get off my ass before I rip out your fucking throat!"

Darrel had finally turned to meet his gaze, his eyes were stone cold, his feelings for Bree shown right on the surface. Elijah had been with him the longest, hell, he was Darrel's, secondhand man. Darrel didn't do anything without running it past Elijah first – except when it came to Bree. As much as he hated to admit it, Bree was one of his two weaknesses, she is his lycan.

Elijah's eyes darkened with the glare he sent Darrel; he didn't have to say anything for Darrel to know what he was thinking. He never liked Bree, he considered her a threat, someone who could ruin what they'd built.

He wasn't wrong either; she could.

"It's because of me we even found her," Elijah snarled.

"To which I am grateful but damn, why are you in such a foul mood?" Darrel asked, finally leaving her bedside, their eyes locked, and Darrel felt his heart soften. "Are you alright?"

Elijah felt his breath catch in his throat; clenching his hands into fists, "You're a fucking idiot."

"If you two are done flirting with each other can we get back on track?" The voice came from the door.

Darrel laughed dryly, "Very funny, just do your fucking job."

"Of course!" The woman beamed proudly.

He watched her every move as she began examining Bree. She started by checking her vitals, moved on to going over the exposed parts of her body, then using a pair of surgical scissors to cut off her clothes. He quickly gave Elijah a harsh glance – which Elijah understood, facing the other direction.

Her body seemed perfect. No scars that he could see; not even from her previous time with him. His eyes followed everywhere that woman touched, she started with her legs, moving along slowly only to cause him to freeze as she reached her neck.

"Is that-" Darrel was cut off.

"Oh fuck no!" Elijah raised his voice, he must have turned around at Darrel's question, "You better pray to whoever the fuck you believe in that it wasn't completed. We all could be really screwed."

The woman coughed, gaining their attention, "She appears to be healthy; her vitals are all good, and she should wake up whenever her body is ready. It shouldn't be too much longer."

"You're not even going to tell me about the imprint?" Darrel growled, this woman!

"I don't have too. You see it just as clearly as I do. I'm sure you understand the process of mating, do you need me to explain it to you?"

"Thank you, Racheal." Darrel dismissed with a low growl, "This could change a few things."

"No shit," Elijah groaned, watching the door close behind her, "Do you know who marked her? Was it that one dude, ah, Clark?"

"It's Clay," He mumbled, taking a closer look at the mark, "It's hard to tell so early on – I don't think they've completed the process."

"Alright, what's the plan?" Elijah paused, even if the mating was not completed whoever did it would still be able to feel her emotions. The closer that person was to her the stronger the pull for each other will be; although, if it isn't done by the next full moon the bite mark simply heals, making it almost impossible for anyone to notice it had happened. Darrel mentally sighed, thankful it was just a mere werewolf bite; a lycan mating process is different than theirs and faster too.

Darrel watched as her chest lifted and fell with her breathing. He needed to see what she is even capable of. Hell, they needed to do so much more on her to see if she's even ready for the next phase.

Elijah stood there waiting for a response.

Darrel trusted him, heck, Elijah is the only one he does trust but telling him or even showing him would be a huge mistake. A mistake he refused to let happen.

"I'm going to find her duffle bag," Darrel stated finding his way to the entrance, "Watch her until I get back."