Captive

Blood Moon

Cool air sweeps over me in soft breezes, rustling my clothes and hair slightly. Earthly scents push into my noise. Getting used to my heightened senses still has been a bit of a struggle, the overwhelming scents have been the worst to get accustomed to. Taking deep breaths can leave me choking on the staggering mixture of odors, some so repulsive that they make me gag, throwing up bile from time to time. Then the smell of bile makes me gag more, an endless loop of gagging and puking that only gets stopped by a gagging Lucas covering my nose in a lightly scented lavender cloth. He has been a true lifesaver helping me out with all of the challenges being turned has brought on.

Holding back my strength has also been an adjustment. I have bruised Lucas countless times over the slightest things like tapping him to get his attention or grabbing his wrist when he accidentally touches me. Over the past week of staying with him, everything has improved slightly. The nightmares still plague my days, however. They wake me up screaming and crying, throwing my power outwards in waves until I can collect myself. My powers are steadily growing and the destruction from the nightmares are becoming more damaging. I've had to repair the items in my room every night after I get up.

When Lucas is home he has come into my room when the screaming has stopped to help me calm the panic attacks that consume me after. One time he came in when I was screaming and got thrown against the wall and walked away with a considerable goose egg on the back of his head and a bruised back. Safe to say he won't come when I scream again. I kept apologizing to him for the following three days after the incident, he insisted that it wasn't a big deal and that he was fine. The wincing when he moved certain ways made me feel like absolute shit and trying to find a way to make him feel better.

He is such a nice man and I find myself wanting to seek him out just to be in his presence. It's been a total one eighty from what I have been dealing with for the past three months of being under Kayns captivity. Lucas doesn't get mad or frustrated easily like Kayn would. Whenever I do something that would have made Kayn mad I shrink or flinch expecting to be hit and abused. Every time, Lucas reassures me and pulls me out of my panicked state, soothing me back into a calm mind set. With as many times as he needs to help me with such things, I'm surprised he hasn't become impatient with me. I am grateful for him.

Lucas is well versed in all things monsters, being only 24, he has been in many battles with all sorts of different creatures that have left their mark on him. I had caught him with his shirt off. There were scars all over his back and a few on his chest and arms. The most prominent scar is the one marring the side of his head and dragging down his face and neck, ending in the middle of his chest. From the siren that had been in Lake superior. She had been killing anyone she had come across, dragging them into the water and feasting on them. Lucas and a couple different hunters had been called upon to hunt the bitch down after ravaged body parts kept washing up on the beaches of the vast lake. Needless to say, he was the youngest in the group... and the dumbest. He got cocky and almost died from it. Being rightfully put into his place he never underestimated his opponent again. That is until he had come across me.

When I caught him with his shirt off I couldn't stop staring at the scars littering his skin. His eyes met mine, then looked down at his barren stomach before asking if I'd like to hear the tales that came along the healed wounds. I was curious enough so I said yes. Some of the stories about the other scars had me sitting at the edge of my seat. On one of his hunts for a Wendigo it had pounced on him from behind, slicing him from his right shoulder down to his left hip with its claws. While on his back his hunting partner at the time shot it in the heart with a silver bullet. Lucas had to wrap himself while Brent cut the creature's heart out with a silver knife, putting it into a box with runes carved into the metal sides, before dismembering the monster with a silver ax. Brent salted the limbs and burned them before tending to an injured Lucas. He said that it had been a bitch to wrap his back and the pain was the worst he had ever felt. The wounds had to be scrubbed with a mixture that he claimed felt like acid so he would avoid infection.