Heir of the Forgotten

~Alexander~

Selenetta slowly drifted her eyes open to the taste of blood in her mouth. When she processed the coppery tang on her tongue, she whipped her head to the side and spat to clear it. With a racing heart, she attempted to lift a hand so she could wipe her lips. Her chest tightened with a slow-spreading dread when her arm refused to do more than wiggle against something wrapped around her wrists. She was bound and tightly at that.

"Good, that woke you up. I worried I'd used too much and accidentally killed you." That voice made Selene's stomach sink. It was deep, but grated against her ears like rocks scraping against each other. It's repulsive and enough to make her nearly hurl.

Focusing her eyes to the left of her, she saw him. It had been years since she'd seen him. The softness of his brown eyes, and the sharp shape of his jaw. He was a lot older than in her memories. Older and aged in the way mortal beings like humans age. Proof of the years spent littered his body. Specifically, the scar on his face. Tracing its outline with her eyes made her cringe slightly. From her slowly recovering memories, she'd thought it would be a pleasant scar, at least.

Alex sighed as he traced the part of his scar that ran down his cheek to his collarbone. "I know it's not very flattering, is it? You got me pretty good. It took a lot of stitching and pulling to put my skin together. I couldn't talk for six months." He tugs down the collar of his shirt a little to show the end of the scar. He'd carved her initials into his skin. "It's a permanent reminder." He crouches to her eye level, then reaches out to her face.

Selene flinches away, baring her canines. A low, slightly animalistic hiss passed through her teeth as she snarled. She held her head high and pressed against the wall she was against. He was smart to bind her hands behind her. Though she certainly is curious if she could defend herself with the slack of the chain.

Alexander hums with an amused chuckle. "How cute," he coos like he's observing some pet, then roughly grabs a fist of her hair. He tugs her face close to his.

He knows fae differ from humans. They are like animals, to be hunted, used, and treated as such. However, it would pain him to kill her. He still cares for the thing. Well, that and explaining to the contractor she's dead might be problematic for him. The man said to keep her alive, but he could do whatever else he wished.

He'd rather avoid all that trouble and have his doll alive. Sure, he could live with an inanimate doll, but the pay-cut and problems aren't worth the hassle. It's not like he hasn't killed her kind before. Though usually it's because they have pieces he needs. It's cruel to take and leave them alive, so he ends their lives. It's a mercy kill, really.

That pull of her lips that showed her canines, and the sound that left, was a warning sign of aggression. They all do it. It's not intimidating at all to him, not anymore. Certainly not on his doll. She's a pretty little thing.

"Son of a bitch." Selene spits in his face. Anything she'd ever had for him was gone. Her being alive wasn't a concern. She'd seen him taunt the kills that took him ages to complete as a child. "You know I won't plead for my life, so gut me already." She wanted answers, but she wouldn't beg for them.

Alex scoffed roughly, yanking her face away from his. He took his foot and hit his heel against her back. "Now, why would I do that?" He sees Selene flinch and removes his foot with a sigh. "I forget how fragile you can be, Doll. For a Fae of your breeding, you never measured up to your kind's standards."

Selene takes a second, but she wiggles and sits on her knees again. "You tried to kill me once already. Is that not enough of a why for you?" She deadpans as if that is common sense.

Alex keeps his movements slow as he cups his doll's cheek. She yanks away, and he frowns. He moves away from her with a soft sigh. "Fair enough. I knew you thought that. I should have thought more about it. However, I was worried somebody was listening. You might have assumed I was crazy." He keeps his back to her as he searches through drawers.