Unholy

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i r i s eleanor f r e n c h

My mind whirled as I thought of the conversation with Harley. What the hell did she mean 'my new home'? I still had weeks left here. Not to mention, I had been doing everything according to the check sheet Harley had given me, so on paper I'd be her perfect pet.

I swore out loud, wondering when the last time was that I had a hold on my own damn life. Nothing had been my decision since all this shit with the Vampires happened, and yes, I absolutely blamed every single one of them for the shitstorm my life had become. I used to be a happy kid, my parents both alive, together, and loved each other as well as me, and look at me now: down a parent, 24, stuck alone in a training facility because humans no longer mattered now that something more powerful had taken over.

I'm so tired. All I want to do is go to sleep and not wake up, but I have to fight to get back to my mom. I'm all she has left.

The distance between my mom and I felt unobtainable, like I'd never get to see her again, despite it being, realistically, a few thousand miles. But my life wasn't my own anymore - it belonged to whatever stupid fucking Vampire decided I was their precious little blood bag to take home.

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I didn't bother going to dinner, opting to stay in my room and read. I tried my hardest to focus on the printed words of my favorite book, but my mind kept drifting - annoyingly, back to Elias and Wilder. The two of them truly hadn't left the focus of my brain since they disappeared, which pissed me off more than anything else. I didn't want to think about why, forcing myself to instead focus on Elias' intensity and Wilder's charm.

I expected Elias to be powerful and standoffish, being the only son of President Covington. I would have pegged Wilder the same way, considering he was the oldest son of Vice President Beckett, but Wilder was an enigma of his own. His honey brown eyes were soft when he'd look at me, almost playful, and he touched me as if I was the most precious thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

It pissed me off how much I enjoyed both of their attention.

I was taught to hate Vampires, to fight them every step of the way, even if it meant losing my life, and here I am, daydreaming about two of the most powerful Vampire sons in the country.

My thoughts drifted to my father, grief creating a hole in my chest that never seemed to heal. He was healthy, barely middle aged, and yet, now he's gone. Buried.

My chest tightened at the memory of my father's funeral, my mom holding my hand so tightly I thought she'd break my fingers. His funeral was small, only attended to by a few of his work colleagues, my aunt Margot, and my mom and I. After the Vampires took over, my parents lost contact with a lot of the friends they'd grown up with, and even some of our family.

I shook my head, trying to clear the memories and the anger from my head. I flipped the page of my book, knowing full well I hadn't retained a single word on either of the worn pages.

Sighing, I stuck my bookmark between the pages and set the book to the side, knowing I couldn't focus on it, even if I loved the story. My mind couldn't be switched off right now.

I stood from the bed, walking over toward the window. The sky was growing darker, indicating a rain was coming. I had always loved the rain, the sounds against my childhood home's roof usually lulling me to sleep. Now, here, the rain felt suffocating.

I blew out a breath, taking a seat on the large window-seat. My head leaned against the cool glass as I watched humans and Vampires alike walk in front of the cabin assigned to me. It felt disgustingly normal, as if I hadn't been ripped from my life and dropped here to become a Vampire's pet.

I pulled my knees to my chest, curling in on myself as I continued to watch out the window. No one seemed to mind the light droplets of rain now coming from the clouds, seemingly enjoying the day regardless of the weather.

Jealousy festered in my bones as I watched the humans laugh and smile with each other and with the other Vampires. How could they be happy about this? How could these humans be okay with being ripped from their families to become a walking blood buffet?

And if they could be happy, be okay with this, why couldn't I? Why couldn't I face this head on and be happy about my new circumstances?

I was a walking ball of rage at this point, always one wrong word away from being set off. Anger coiled around my veins constantly, at every little thing I experienced. I knew it wasn't healthy, but I couldn't help but be pissed off all the time. I was raised to fight, and I would, no matter what.

So when I looked outside my window to make eye contact with the same pair of honey brown eyes that plagued my every waking thought, and even my unconscious ones, it was once again rage that I felt.

How fucking dare they stand outside my window after abandoning me for weeks?

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whooooooooooops i died for a while

and yes, this is short and full of baby iris' rage bc why not??? she's a lil firecracker. she's gonna fight hot vampire daddies elias and wilder every step of the way :') but fret not, my horny readers, angry sex is fantastic sex!!!

also cryptic ass harley's words WILL be explained sooooooon - i tried to do it in this chapter but i ended up making harley sound weird as hell and robotic so i scrapped it and now you get the full extent of anger radiating inside our rage filled lil strawberry :') i love her

work is still kicking my ass AND i had covid, so i'm sorryyyyyyy that this took so long. but here it is!! i promise i'll try to update one more time this weekend but mf i said TRY so remember that

mwah!!

yours,
princess