Realm of the Rogues

Chapter LIII

I walk into the middle of the field, my breathing still heavy with rage. I can't do this, I can't keep running and hiding. Those bastards need to pay. Suddenly, it's just too much to bear. The anger and rage are coating every inch of my being, and I need to let some of it out. I fall to my knees in the mud, my hands in my hair pulling at the roots. I feel a violent scream bubbling up through my stomach and into my throat. I know I shouldn't, but I need this. I need the anger, but I also need everyone to know how angry I am.

I bend over backward and face the sky as my mouth opens. But right before the scream has time to exit my body, a hand is wrapped tightly over it at the same time that two fingers pinch my nose, successfully blocking any molecule from escaping. At first, I'm confused as I get no release, but then it's all drowned in the new onslaught of anger. Who the fuck... I start, but I know that it's Dom.

I bite down hard into his hand, sure that I must draw blood, but I only get the feeling of sawdust in my mouth. It does remove his hand from my mouth, however, and I fly up to my feet and turn around to face him. My hand wraps around his throat once more, even though I know it won't do him any harm, but it will give me an outlet for my anger.

Before I have any time to cuss him out, he grips my cheeks in an iron grip with one of his hands. The other he uses to rip my hand away from his throat, demonstrating how much stronger he is than me. His eyes are more dark than I have ever seen them, and I get the feeling that he might be just as angry as I am.

"You calm the fuck down right now! I didn't just bring you to my home country, just so you could screw us over again with your fucking scream. I will NOT let you exile me from my own land," his voice is low but intense, cutting straight through the veil of madness surrounding me and right into my bones. I know that he isn't mind controlling me because I still have full control, but he has never forced my eyes to look into his this intently before.

I fight between screaming back at him or taking a second to try and calm down. I decide that I won't be the bigger person right now. I have been too nice for too long already, and it did fuck-shit for me, so fuck that. I grip around his wrist and fling my head out of his grip. I feel how my teeth have punctured my cheeks from the sheer force, but I don't care. 

I spit in Dom's face, and I notice how blood is now smeared on his cheek. He looks at me with wide eyes that show his internal fight between trying to maintain his composure and ripping my head off. 

"Come at me then! Show me how scary you can be!" I taunt him, ready for a fight. I don't care if he kills me right now, I just need to fight back for once. He aggressively wipes off my spit from his cheek, and I notice how his jawline pops as he grinds his teeth.

"I don't. Want. To fight you," he hisses at me still with thunder in his eyes.

"But you need to shut. The fuck. Up. And sit down before I make you," he continues, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. I fight back the urge to spit in his face again and spit down on the grass beside me instead. I want to scream at him and rip his face to shreds, but suddenly I feel like a balloon that has lost all its air instead. Believe me, I'm still fuming and itching to murder someone, but I don't want to murder him anymore.

I exhale sharply and cross my arms, lifting an impatient brow at him. He rubs his hands over his face a couple of times and exhales as well.

"I understand that you are mad. You should be. Believe me, had it been me, then I would have killed everyone by now. And I will help you do so if you wish me to," his voice is calmer than before, but still more intense than ever. 

"But don't you ever turn that anger on me - I'm not the one you should be mad at. Haven't I sacrificed everything to help you?" he continues with more spite in his tone, but I cut him off.

"I never asked for your help, you prick," I hiss at him.

"But you could still show some fucking gratitude for saving your life!" he then yells at me, throwing out his arm in frustration. But he then catches himself, closes his eyes, and inhales in a controlled manner, before exhaling again. I stand still, staring at him and fuming.

"I'm sorry I didn't save you sooner from Plantagenet. You have every right to hate me for that, God knows I do," the last bit he adds in a quiet voice to himself, but I still hear it.

"I don't know what happened to make you a rogue, but I have a very clear feeling, that you were screwed over," he continues and looks at me for confirmation. I clench my jaw remembering everything that happened that day, and nod curtly. Dom nods back in understanding and continues.

"I thought so. Now I also understand that you don't trust me, but you have to believe me when I tell you, that I have only ever used my powers on you twice." I glower at him, on one hand, glad that I wasn't paranoid, but on the other incredibly offended that he ever manipulated me.

"The first time was that night I bit you in that hotel room. I made you go back to sleep. The other time was in the car just before. That's it." I don't really know if I believe him, but he seems sincere right now. He sighs again, the rest of his anger dissipating with it.

"I said it before, and I'll say it again. I bow at your feet, and you will is my command, but that doesn't mean that I will let you walk all over me. I still have dignity." His tone makes me feel a jab of guilt for loosing my shit on him like that.

"You need to use that anger on something that will actually help you, and I'm here to help you do it. So... What's your plan?" He lifts his eyebrow at me, letting me take the time I need to respond, as thoughts roam through my brain. Then they settle on one thought; revenge.