Sinister

-/:Broken Hearts:/-

Garrett Neff - Kade Sinn
(Sorry if the picture is blurry)
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Every breath I took, lead me to a glare. Ok, I get it dude. You don't want me. But then why do you want me?

Now is one of the many moments where I wonder what the hell is going on.

It kinda felt awkward and uncomfortable with a hundred or so Lycan following closely behind, and a nude guy was next to me. Did they seriously have to walk here?! Have they heard of cars?

The dim forest floor and misty, cold environment felt haunting. Like a ghost was lurking nearby. In which they exist, in some way makes it worse and more accurate.

Then there were vampires, violent rouges, other ruthless lycan, revenge craving witches, blood thirsty hunters and so many more dangers. It caused a  shiver to run through me just thinking about it.

I'm a wimp, sue me.

In the mere distance was a stone building, looking almost looking like a Scottish castle. So magnificent and glorious, yet old and worn to the core.

To the side was another empty lot, possibly where training takes its courses, then to the far left was a cement building with dirt smothering the sides. It gave me a bad feeling.

"Seth, take her to a cell, I'll deal with her later," Kade said to a guy with dirty blonde hair and muscles about the size of Kade's. Presumably this dude's name was Seth.

"Yes alpha.," Seth bowed... I repeat, he bowed as if Kade was a king. They must really respect him.

Just then my small torso was being shoved into a wall, aka, Seth's rock hard chest. Jesus Christ dude lay of the weights will you?!

"Come on bitch," Seth muttered and dragged me to that cement building I oh so frowned upon.

"Name's Eden," I mumble, can't help but to correct him.

"Did I tell you to speak?" Seth yelled in my face.

"Ahem, no... But there is a thing called freedom of speech," that comment earned me a slap to the face. That was going to leave a bruise. It really hurt.

"Shut the fuck up and keep your freshness to yourself!" (A/N: fresh - fifties term for smart mouth)

I whimpered and looked down and let Seth push me to that building.

He opened the door and revealed a case of stairs that lead to a blood filled stench. My nose was exploding with torture. I think the more I hang around this place, the more senses I loose.

Down those blood stained stairs, presented me with unpleasant sights of poor innocents with beady eyes and famished bodies.

I gulped down the large lump forming in my throat, as a cell in the corner had my name written all over it.

Seth snickered at my shaking and and threw me to the ground with a force that could brake bones. I winced and saw what surrounded me.

An unmated, perverted boy looked at me and licked his chapped lips to act seductive. Considering the lack of dirt and scrawniness, he hasn't been here too long. He was possibly going through heat, taking in at how hormonal he is.

"Can I help you?" I face him and scowl.

"Yes, yes you can..." He returned 'seductively'.

"Don't you have a mate?"

"Yes, but she's not here right now," the boy looked down in disappointment.

"You're in heat?"

"Yeah,"

"Soon I'll be,"

"Oh," the boy looked at the ground and we didn't say anything after that. Well that was the most awkward conversation I've ever had.

The awful smell was now bearable, as it was just my thoughts and I. I curled up in a ball on the cot I was given and thought about life liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

In which I was thinking about what do babies think about?