Vitani is a part of one of the most feared Hunter families. She's not known for destroying packs on her own, she does that with her family. In fact, she's never been on a mission alone. She's known for being one of the most heartless hunters. As a s...
*20 minutes after the confrontation between Vitani and Atticus' parents*
"Your parents are a*sholes, you know?" I asked Atticus, reaching my hands through the metal bars and taking the ham and cheese sandwich he'd offered me.
After threatening his parents, Atticus' father had decided that I needed to be punished by being locked in a cage.
"Tell me about it," he replied with a roll of his eyes. I took a bite out of the sandwich.
"This is delicious. I've never tasted such a tasty sandwich," I said sarcastically, taking another bite out of it. Atticus smiled.
"I made it," he said proudly, not detecting the sarcasm.
I suddenly got an idea that would get me out of here and stopped chewing. I looked up at him, mouth full of chewed sandwich.
I turned and spit it out.
"Hey!" He exclaimed. "Stop! You'll get the couches dirty!"
"These are the ugliest couches ever," I said, wiping my mouth with a napkin.
"Well, they are the prison couches. But still, don't get them dirty," he spoke.
I took a hand full of potato chips and crushed them in my hands, letting the crumbs fall on the couch, not breaking eye contact while I crushed them. I then proceeded to bury the crumbs into the edges of the couch.
He growled and grabbed the bars.
"That's it," he growled. He walked out of the room and came back a minute later with a guard in his grip.
"Release her," Atticus barked out.
The trembling guard gulped and shuffled over to the door, unlocking it. I stood up and ran to the door, pushing the guard out of the way. I ran towards the table, quickly picked up my silver sword, then ran out of the room in search of Atticus' parents.
"Vitani!" I heard him yell out. I quickly closed the door that blocked the exit of the prison.
That should buy me some time.
I ran forward, remembering the path Atticus had showed me that led to the pack house. I pushed the doors and walked in, running up the stairs and down the hall to the large door that led to Emiliano's office.
You throw me into your stupid little prison cell? Watch what I'll do to you.
I opened the door and walked in. Emiliano looked up and growled at me.
"What do you think you're doing here?"
"What do you think?" I snapped.
"Get out of my office!" He snarled.
"No." I said simply. I walked up to him and pointed my sword at him.
"Want to see what happens to those who put me in a stupid little prison cell?" I asked casually. He growled.
I moved my arm back and swung my sword at him, aiming for his head.
Out of nowhere, Atticus appeared and moved his father out of the way, receiving the blow that was meant for his father.
I was horrified. I dropped the sword and stared at my hands.
What the hell happened? Why did I go after Emiliano like that? Why did I slash Atticus across the chest?
What's wrong with me?
Atticus let out a breath, his eyes connecting with mine as he fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Look what you've done," Emiliano snarled. He ran over to his son and checked him.
"You've damaged only skin," he growled. He picked up Atticus and ran out of the room. I stared at my hands.
What came over me?
I thought I decided I would be good.. Is there still evil in me? Do I still want to terminate his pack?
No. I like Atticus.
Wait, what?
I can't like Atticus! I'm supposed to kill him.
I shook my head.
Destroy his pack, and come home. Those were my instructions.
*~*~*~*~*
"I'm taking all of your weapons." was the first thing Atticus said as soon as he saw me.
I laughed.
"No, you're not. I'm sorry that I cut you, but you're not going to take my weapons," I said.
"Too late," he said smugly. I felt my eyes widen.
"What did you do to them?" I practically growled out.
"They're on their way to being destroyed right now."
"My favorite blade? My sword? My bows and arrows? My guns?" I asked, feeling a lump form in my throat.
He stared at me.
"Yes," he said slowly.
"My sword?" I repeated. I had the strangest urge to burst out crying. The sword had been in my family for generations.
He stared at me, processing my reaction.
"No, I'm just scaring you," he said gently. I swallowed back the urge I had to cry.
Anger replaced that urge.
"You bag of horse sh*t."
"They're in the closet over there," he pointed to the door that was in front of his bed.
"Yeah, well, I don't care. Destroy them for all I care. Burn them, melt them, shred them. I don't want them anymore," I snapped, walking out of the room and shutting the door loudly.
I started walking away from the room, trying to find the exit out of the stupid building.
"Vitani!" I heard Atticus yell out. I rolled my eyes.
"What?"
"Stop being like that!" He said, running up to me.
"Like what?" I asked, glaring at him.
"All rude and sarcastic."
"I'm not being like this. I am this. You just don't know me," I said firmly, lifting my chin up and walking away.
"Where are you going?"
"To go get more weapons. I have a pack to destroy," I said, opening the exit doors.
