Rampage (Lesbian Story)

Untitled IX

Roxy|

One Year Ago...

Everything looked diminutive from this perspective, from the cars that moseyed through the neighborhood to the mountains off in the distance. No one knew I was here, no one bothered to check, but that only made my job easier. The girl hadn't moved off of her bed, her arms and legs sprawled wildly across it and her eyes blankly staring at the ceiling. She was drained, mentally, verbally, psychologically; all from staying cooped up in the massive house, but who could really blame her?

I'd been here at least ten times and each time I saw the same thing. She'd wake up, eat, go back to her room and just stay there, for hours on end, thinking. The hell if I knew what about, all that I did know was that she did this time after time again; day in and day out. Occasionally she would be called for and disappear into the "soundproof" room where they would discuss topics of the day and who or what they were hunting. Right after, she'd go back to her room, doing the same thing as hours before, never reviving a job. She was like a really sad, modern day Cinderella except she didn't have her Prince Charming to save her because her prince was actually a Queen that was too afraid to see her. And her mouse friend was just a wolf that had the worst job ever.

A few times, I'd see her face light up whenever her wolf friend kept her company. Her friend devoted hours of her time just listening to all that the girl had to say, never uttering a word. All of the random thoughts that clouded her mind and, for a girl that literally never left her room, her thoughts were fascinating. Of course, she wasted no time talking about what she though Skylar was doing and if she did or didn't still think about her; sappy stuff but I found it amusing. They both clearly loved each other or were deeply infatuated but still did nothing. Skylar was oddly involved with Havana, keeping tabs on her and running off to her whenever she needed,  but she kept me on lookout duty for her second lover, the one she couldn't bear to see. So poetic.

But today was no different from any other day, and I've never wanted time to pass by faster. The only light at the end of this tunnel was telling Skylar that the Remy girl was back. That would draw a great reaction from her. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, telling her that her mate was with another woman and leaving out the minor details that all they ever talked about was her, but it felt so right. Seeing her get angry was a weird hobby of mine because it rarely happened. She normally had this calm and collected expression but whenever her mates were mentioned it immediately crumbled, letting her emotions seep out like a waterfall. It was fascinating.

Laying back on the cloud, my wings helping me keep afloat, flapping in a soothing motion, I wondered what Samantha was up to. Unfortunately, we were unable to kill the waste of space, but we did effectively injure her cause. After four years of fighting they just sort of, stopped. Disappeared. We were sensible enough to know that just because they stopped did not mean that they were done, so we've been waiting for them to screw up with whatever they've been doing. Both Skylar and I knew that whatever she was planning, along with her vampire friend, couldn't be good but what could we do?

It was literally just Skylar and myself and we couldn't do it all on our own. Especially with the limitations placed on her because of her. She refused to embrace her true powers, fearing that they'd be too strong to deal with. I didn't buy it for a minute. This girl was injected, hourly, with toxic blood that burned her from the inside out and yet, she came out fine. Well, sorta fine. There was that minor detail when she briefly lost her memory, but she was still stronger than any wolf I'd ever encountered because of that. I'd been around for centuries; I knew what strong was. That girl, whatever the hell she really was, was powerful but she refused to acknowledge it. Or she acknowledged it and just refused to accept it. Either way it was frustrating.