A Love Soaked In Blood

chapter 14

The moon is up by the time we reach Agatha's house, illuminating the black sky in beautiful silver shadows.
Agatha is currently pacing the room and murmuring to herself. Elias is beside me on the sofa and he looks pissed.
"What is it?" I glance sideway at him
"Nothing" he says through gritted teeth
"All right Sylvia listen" Agatha stops and faces us "to be honest I thought it ended before we could start but you seem to have attracted him"
"Details Agatha" I raise an eyebrow
"James Carlton" she crosses her arms "22 years old. He is in charge of everything related to the hunting. Weapons, strategies, experiments, how, where and when, he oversees and commands everything"
He is really my prey...wait what? "What do you mean by experiments?" My eyes widen. No, it can't be.
Sympathy fills her eyes "the people managed to capture some without killing them. How do you think they figured out the heart is the death blow?"
My stomach twists. Those damn freaks they are not just killing us, who knows what they are doing to their captives.
I curl my fists, imagining all kind of torture they are inflicting to discover the fastest way to kill us.
"That means we don't have much time before they use whatever their new weapon will be" Elias says, the anger in his voice is palpable.
"Unfortunately all you can do for now is wait, it's Tuesday" Agatha takes a seat next to me "James holds every Sunday a club night at 9 pm and everyone can come, he stays with specific people in a room built in the ceiling that gives a view of everything and everyone down. In that room he makes his commands, discusses their progress and anything newly discovered is reported to him"
"I guess we can't break in" I say, trying to look for an alternative, kidnapping him is probably a bad idea.
"You can indirectly" Agatha grins "he sometimes asks a woman from the dance floor to accompany him up there, you will be able to listen in to everything. I'm surprised though, the details of his tactics remained unknown even though a lot of women went up with him"
"Guess he knows how to make someone's mouth stays shut" I turn to her "that's what you meant earlier, I have to make him interested in me" the thought alone is disgusting.
She winks "he is easily pleased by beauties"
"That's so--"
"Absolutely not!"
Both Agatha and I startle at Elias' sudden yell. We turn ourselves to face him "excuse me?" Agatha glares.
"He won't kill me you don't have to worry about that, I'll kill him first if he tries anything" I shrug and Agatha smacks herself.
"That's the last thing I'm worried about, I know you can handle yourself just fine" he stands up.
"Then what is it? Why are you opposed?"
He grits his teeth then looks away, runs a hand through his hair and, wait is that a hint of red on his cheek? He curses then heads out to the yard, slamming the door behind him.
"Is he always like that?"
"No, this is a new sight for me as well" he doesn't usually yell like that
Agatha sighs "well I think you should figure the reason behind it" she stands and heads to her room "I'm going back to work tomorrow so as I said, you two go and interact with people" she closes the door behind her.
I look out the window that views the yard and see Elias is pacing.
I walk over to him, close the door behind me and lean against it.
"We will be doomed if you acted irrational. Isn't that what you said to me? Yet here we are our roles switched. Just imagine what could have happened if you caused a scene with that blonde"
He stops and turns to face me, glaring "I'm not in the mood to be lectured"
"Well I don't care I need to know what's wrong with you so I can make sure you don't get us killed by acting irrational"
He strides fast and palms the door behind me with both hands, caging me as he leans in "you want to know what's wrong?"
"That's what I'm asking" I'm trying not to blush at him being so close.
He growls "I can't stand it, when a man other than me lands a finger on you"
"Who do you think you are?" I scoff "quit the act, you're just concerned about your life" this is ridiculous.
"That's.Not.It" his eyes darken "I told you it's the last thing I'm worried about"
"Then what is it?" I'm starting to get angry, how many times do I need to ask before he damn answers?
"I don't know!" He slams the door once "but I know for certain when that scum bag kissed your hand I wanted to rip his lips out of his face"
My breath catches as I search for something to say and I can't seem to find anything, not when he is so close and looking at me with those silver, stupid, beautiful eyes, I feel my cheeks heat. The moon surly loves the werewolves, bathing Elias in its light at the right angles.
"Do you have mood swings or something? Just yesterday you were about to kill me" I'm putting good effort to sound as cold as possible.
He smirks and damn now my ears feel hot too "you tell me, you are the expert in that and just so you know, I never intended to kill you I had to be convincing enough to frighten you to talk"
"You could have asked nicely like a sane person" I flip my middle finger.
"Maybe I lose my sanity when you're around. Like right now" he grabs my hand and bites the raised finger.
Damm.Him
I grab his necklace and pull him closer that our breaths collide and he whistles, fueling my anger.
"Listen to me Elias" I hiss "I don't know what's in your head but I want this to sink in it, I'm willing to do everything to get what I want so you better not be an obstacle because I'll get rid of you"
He grins, clearly enjoying irritating me "I love it when you threaten me" he presses a quick kiss on where he sliced me yesterday then draws back. he jumps so high and disappears into the night sky.
What.The.Hell
I open the door and go back in, slamming it hard before I whirl and see Agatha standing in the room rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"You alright?" She yawns
"Yes. Sorry for the commotion I'm going to sleep now" I say as I head to my room passing by her.
"You sure? Your face is all red"
I grit my teeth "it's cold outside that's why. Good night" I close the door behind me and throw myself on the bed.
I curse, I don't know what's worse, him kissing me or me wanting him to do it again.