RIPPERS

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Vonilla

My entire being was vibrating.

Body tensed and teeth gritted so hard I could taste blood as I felt my jaws start to hurt. My fists were clenched, claws digging into the palms of my hands. Frustration built and a sound ripped from my throat, a mix between a low growl and a frustrated yell.

How dare they? How dare he?

I was not a child to be watched and prodded at. They claim this was not an agency but they sure did act like it. Why couldn't I leave the manor? Why couldn't I do the things I wanted?? Why was I being hovered over like a helpless, pathetic invalid that they were waiting for to mess up?

Not to mention, the audacity of those lowly insufferable ants beneath my feet!

I turned and my hands latched onto the small dresser to my right and heaved it up before throwing it with a small scream. It splintered and broke on impact leaving a dent in the wall but it did nothing to quell the anger inside me.

Did they let the idea of them being able to walk amongst the strong, amongst the superior make them forget their place? Step to me? Attack me?

I stayed quiet.

I watched.

I learned.

But it seemed that they mistook my quietness for weakness. That my disinterest in making noise means I had an inability to do so. How absolutely wrong they were.

They wanted noise?

I turned to the mirror that was in my room. Staring back at me, blazing blue irises with black sclera. Black veins on pale blue skin and lips curled in a slight snarl to show fangs.

Fine.

I'll show them just how loud I could really be

My room got darker as I poured my anger, my frustration and my threat into my bloodlust, slowly releasing it. It filled my room, the dark cold a comfort as much as a friend. I growled and the mirror in front of me seemed to shutter slightly as I expanded my bloodlust. First filling the halls outside of my room before filling the floor and spreading. The mirror cracked, my image broken within it.

I would not be put in a cage! I would not be trapped and I'd be damned if I escaped one prison to be put in another. I won't just sit quietly.

I didn't forget.

It was about time I found who infected me with the Vampiriotic Death. It was about time Joseph was put in his place. Adam, Carissa and every other damned person who thinks they could step to me, who thinks they could walk all over me? I had no problem showing them why I was Smith's most prized possession. His favourite weapon.

I wasn't afraid to show them the abilities of an Original Vampiric Subject.

The mattress on the bed went next, my claws ripping into it. Tearing and shredding, yelling and rumbles and snarls. I took my frustration out on the poor mattress, and the sheets and the bedpost until I stood amongst the rubble breathing heavily.

If I had to fight every single ripper, human and beast in this place to ensure my freedom and safety that I fought for then so be it.

Rajae's face flashed across my mind and I landed a kick to a piece of the destroyed bedpost. It flung up and from the force, embedded itself in the wall.

Even if that was how I met my death.

I retracted my bloodlust as I stared in the broken mirror.

Even though Claritha said she would come to deal with me later, I had no visitors throughout the night.