The Dark Side of London

Chapter 18 Aurora

I didn't know how long I had been laying on the damp soil of the cellar floor. Still in complete darkness and in silence. After my mother had announced I was to be executed. She sent two of her goons into the cell to teach me a lesson I would never forget. And indeed I wouldn't forget what they did to me. The moment I was free, they would be the first people dead. Marcel would make sure of that. They granted me the mercy of unlocking my chains after the brutal beating. But that was the only mercy they granted me. One of my eyes was swollen shut, my ribs were certainly bruised if not broken. I had vomited blood from the several blows that had been aimed at my stomach. My mum wanted to ensure that there was no child in my belly. I prayed to the goddess that I was indeed not pregnant, and that small being wasn't murdered by men who hated it for no reason at all. For that is what it would be if I was pregnant. I could still feel the blood in my mouth, and trickling down my neck. I was in complete and total agony. And if knew that if my mother didn't kill me, then the injuries that her goons gave me wood. I must have passed out from the pain, because when I came too. I was being dragged from the dark dank cellar and up a flight of wooden steps. They scraped and banged against my knees. Causing me to cry out in even more pain. They pushed open a wooden door and dragged me through my own foyer. My mum had brought me back to our house in London. She had tortured me in our own basement. Of our own house, she had truly lost her mind. Of all the places to bring me, she had brought me here. To torture me underneath our own living room. They dragged me out of my home to a waiting SUV with blacked out windows. The sun blinded me for a moment, when I was a child. I often loved those sunny days, when dad would take us to the park nearby. But now the sun was only a painful reminder that I had been locked up and beaten nearly to death.  And know my mother was going to kill me. One of the men opened the trunk, while the other threw me into it. The moment they slammed the trunk shut, I did my best to make myself small. I could feel tears falling down my bruised and battered face. My body reeling from my mother's spell and her goons' beating. My mind strayed to Marcel. The mate I missed with every fiber of my being.

"I am so sorry Marcel... I am so sorry Antony, I.. I," I cried softly. But the pain made the words die in my throat. My heart was in pain. Knowing that Marcel and my siblings were the next on my mother's hit list. That they would die because of me. Mother would kill me, and then hunt down Marcel, Antony, Octavia, and even little Rowan. Killing them all, and it wouldn't be a quick death either. It would be a long and painful death. My mother would kill and maim anyone who has and will get in her way. If she had it her way, every wolf would be hunted down and slaughtered. I felt the SUV begin to move. I knew in the pit of my stomach that we were going to Londinium Hall. Where she would burn me at the stake, while making the entire coven watch her sin. I thought back on my life, my short life. My childhood with Antony and Octavia, our many adventures together. My memories of my father, the man that made me into the woman I am today. The few moments, the few intimate moments I had with Marcellus. Us laughing together in bed, laughing at something he had said. His touch, his kiss on my skin. Everything about Marcellus Godwinson that I love... That I loved. Suddenly, I felt a wave of hope surge through my body. Revitalizing my body, what the bloody hell was that? I remembered suddenly that mates could feel one another's emotions. That Marcel could feel what I was feeling. We had completed the mating ritual, our souls had become bound to one another. This meant that he could feel the pain my mother had put me through. Was that hope I felt, his? Did this mean that he was coming for me? Had someone gone and told him what had happened to me? Where I was?

"Come and find me, Marcel. I would see your face before I die" I whispered into the carpet. Hoping that maybe Marcel could hear me too. I closed my eyes and tried my best to focus on my breathing. Though now I knew that my ribs were broken, and that it was becoming much harder to breathe. I prayed to the goddess that my death would be quick. That someone in the crowd would whisper some spell to make my death quick. If I didn't die by fire, I would die from the wounds that my mum's goons inflicted on me. The SUV came to a stop, I could hear the men getting out of the SUV. I could hear them walking around the trunk opening. My mother's thugs stared at me. Hateful expressions filled their sour faces.