Darkness Falls

Chapter Four - Transforming

Blair's P.O.V

I looked at him with confusion. His hands were balled on his lap as he stared at my stomach in fury.

Before I knew what was happening he was storming out of my room and slamming my soor, sending a slight breeze through the room.

What's got his boxers in a bunch. I sigh and run my index finger over the cuts but quickly retreat my hand and suck air in between my teeth "Crap that hurts!"

"The hell you did!" I hear muffled shouts from outside. A lower voice talks but it's much more quiet so I'm unable to identify the words. "To late for that, you bastard!" Damon.

I scramble of the bed and pull up the blinds on my window. Damon and a short muscular man stand in a clearing of grass. Damon has his hands balked up and his teeth are up in a snarl. His attitude is obviously toward the other boy who has his shoulders pushed up in a shrug and wide eyes as if to say 'I don't know who ate the last slice of pizza.' I would know because Emily used to always do that after she'd eaten the last Twinkie from the box.

I watch as Damon stamps his foot forward and bends his neck in a threatening stance. The other boy automatically jumps back and holds his hand up in surrender.

Then, everything crumbles. Damon lunges into the air and I watch in amazement as his form stretches out. His clothes fall to shreds on the ground but instead of a naked man flying through the air, a big, furry, black wolf lands on the other boy.
As soon as he lands on the boy, I jump away from the window in fear, landing on my butt. My mouth is agape and my eyes are threatening to fall out of my head and roll onto the carpeted floor.

"Oh. My. God." Did I seriously just see that? Did I witness murder? Fuck murder! I just saw a man transform into a beast! I mean, sure it was pretty convincing to see two tame wolves bow down to Damon but I wasn't fully convinced of all the alpha crap until now. I believed him now. Holy crap! I was in a fantasy!

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and pushed myself onto my feet. If this was anything like the books I've read that meant that I really was his mate and there was no way out of it.

Unless I ran.

So, I did. I yanked the blinds back down and turned to run out of the room. Opening the bedroom door, I popped my head into the hallway. Coast was clear. I snuck down the stairs into the glorious living room.

Such a shame I had to leave. Emily and I would kill for this home.

Shit. There were four doors. One I knew lead to the dungeon in the basement. The other lead to the back where I had just witnessed the murder. Two doors left.

I walked up to the one on the right and pulled it open without hesitation. A closet. Of course, just my luck. I lunge for the other one when I hear a click from the back door. Crap crap crap!

Without turning to see Damon walk in, I forced the door open and ran outside, leaving the door ajar.

I ran through the tall grass; the stands of grass slapping against my shins. Yes, it stung but I pushed all pain aside, including the aching of my thighs.

"Blair!" I heard Damon call from behind me but I didn't even falter my leaps. "BLAIR, STOP!"

I did. After his words, my body shot up in pain and my legs collapsed beneath me, sending me face first into the dirt. "Ahhh!" I lay on the ground, moaning and clutching my sides in agony.

"Dammit, Blair." Suddebly, Damon voice is close and he's lifting me to my feet. "W-what's- Aaagh!" Another strike of pure pain.

The next thing I know, I'm being cradled in Damons arms like a baby.

"D-Damoooon!"I moan almost as if he was pleasing me. But my mind is so clouded with pain that I can't even think about how wrong that must've sounded.

"Sh sh shhh." He soothes, rocking me in his arms. I yelp out into his shoulder when my body feels like I'm being electrocuted. "Damon." I whine as I curl into his embrace and squeeze my eyes shut.

"It's going to be alright, Angel." His words didn't calm me at all. I was being fucking electrocuted! What did he mean it was gonna be 'alright'. That's as useless as telling Snow White to just wake the fuck up after she's been poisoned.

Just as another jolt runs up my spine, I feel wind blowing again my face. I open my eyes and see blurs of green as we pass. Damon was running with me in his arms and he was running damn fast.

I begin to feel weak and my head drops back onto his chest just as my vision blurs and my eyes droop shut.
All I feel is the rush of wind against my cheeks as I slip into unconcioussness.

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Pain.

The one thing I feel at the moment is pain. My breathing is heavy, my stomach feels like I've been whipped numerous times and my head is pounding. Also, I can feel beads of sweat dripping down my forehead.

I go to wipe it but find that I'm being held back. Thats when my eyes snap open and I'm staring into a bright light. My gaze travels down to see the I'm laying on a metal table; my arms and legs attached to cuffs. What was going on? Oh my gosh! I'm being experimented on.

My head jerks off the table as I take in my surroundings. Theres nothing to see but a metal chair in the far corner next to the metal door. The whole freaking room was a small, square box of metal. Where am I?

I drop my head back onto the damp table but groan when it hits harder then intended an my headache starts up again.

Just then, a squeak is made as the metald door opens. I turn my head to see Damon walk into the small room.

"Damon!" I cried out. "Where am I?" Damon walks over to the table beside me and returns my question with one of his own. "How are you feeling?" He asks with concern. Was he serious?

"I feel like I'm going into fucking labor!" He sighs, probably on account of my foul Lange. "I'm sorry your being introduced to things with this. This isn't the best start for things." He says. There's that pitying look again. Ugh.

My eyes squeeze shut, my arms tug at the restraints and my back arches off of the table when I feel a pinch at the small of my back. "Aaah!" I groan and Damon places a palm on my rib to push me back down.

Boyyyy. If yoy don't get your filthy paws off of me.

I look up at him with tired eyes. "Damon," I immediately get his attention when his sad eyes meet my own. "What happening to me?" I ask in a whisper. For a few moments, he just looks into my eyes. Sadness and pity cover all other emotions.

Finally he says, "You're transforming." His voice cracks as if it breaks his heart to tell me.

What. The. Fuck.

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