The Twisted Tribrid Queen

Chapter 4 - Aurora

It feels like my entire body turns to ice; the pain is sharp and debilitating, my blood runs cold and begins to spill from the wound in my chest, soaking my already crimson-stained clothes. I wrench the dagger out, dropping it to the floor, where it splatters droplets of blood across the stone.

"Did it work?" I ask my dad in confusion. I'm still alive and the pain is rapidly subsiding. I look down at the bleeding hole in my chest and watch it heal, leaving no evidence behind except my ripped and bloody shirt.

He opens his mouth to answer, but at that moment, the door bangs open again and another witch barrels in, "Dean! What the fuck are you-" His mouth hangs open when he takes in the scene in front of him; my father and I on the floor in our cell, with my bloody dagger and Dean's dead body laying next to us, his face completely unrecognizable.

I don't hesitate, I feel an ache in the fangs that definitely weren't there a second ago. The cell door is no match for the new power flowing through me, and in the blink of an eye I'm in front of the witch, covering his mouth so he can't scream and tearing into his throat. His blood hits my tongue, causing unimaginable pleasure to explode through me, so strong it makes me lightheaded. I suppress a euphoric moan as I gulp the witch's blood desperately, only drawing back when I hear my father call my name.

He looks at me, taking in the blood dripping from my lips and staring into my eyes, "I think it worked," he says quietly.

"Stay here" I tell him, my voice coming out hoarse and raw. He nods, and I drop the dead body to the ground and tiptoe to the door, opening it a crack. Peeking out I see three other witches relaxing in a large office. There's two desks, a big sofa, a couple of armchairs, and two bookcases lining the far wall, but my eyes are drawn to the small box laid on a side table, filled with syringes, no doubt prepared with doses of aconite and wolfsbane.

One of the witches are asleep, draped over one of the armchairs, while the other two are having a muttered conversation on the sofa. I no longer need Danika to hear what they are saying, my ears pick up their crystal-clear voices, as if they were speaking normally right next to me.

"Their next dose is in about fifteen, I'll make Dean do it. He has a thing for the girl anyway."

"She's not hard on the eyes though, is she?"

"If you're into that... I think she's kind of creepy looking."

I huff out at his insult causing both of their heads to spin towards the door. "That was rude," I say with a pout.

Pushing the door fully open, I walk into the room baring my fangs. They both rise to their feet, bracing for a fight, but I move faster than I ever have, and I'm tearing into the flesh of the closest one before they can fully straighten up.

His screams wake the sleeping one who jumps up with a cry of fright, taking in the scene. Before either of them can comprehend what's happening, I drop the first body to the floor, power coursing through me from his blood, and I plunge both sets of claws into the other's chest. His eyes widen as blood rapidly plumes under his shirt, spreading through the fabric.

I smile at him, "you think I'm pretty?" I ask, batting my eyelashes.

He just gurgles on his blood, looking at me in shock, and I rip my hands apart, tearing through his flesh and exposing his insides. He drops to the ground, his chest torn open and bleeding out quickly.

I turn to face the one who was asleep, he looks terrified and backs away slowly, seeming to completely forget he can fight back. I smile again, "you're making this too easy. Cassandra really overestimated you guys, didn't she?."

I stalk towards him, watching the fear in his eyes and getting high off it. The blood of the other two still courses through me, filling me with euphoria and strength, and I want more. I need more.