Strigoi

Chapter 9: Gates to Hell

Catherine

I laid on my side on top of a craggy bed inside of a tent. I had been laying that way for hours with nothing on my mind. I had zoned off staring at a spot on the ground.

My head was in some kind of limbo. I had nothing to think about for I did not allow myself it. If I did, a billion thoughts would swarm my mind, driving me insane. Or at least more insane than I was.

I was going nuts, I had no control. I launched myself with the intentions to hurt, to kill. And I felt pleasure from it.

As I awoke, I remembered the taste of the dried up blood on my teeth and on my lips. I licked every area to get the taste of iron against my tongue. I craved even more of it.

I even imagined how satisfying it would be to go out and get some more, from the werewolves outside my tent. I mean, who would care? They're just a bunch of killers, I'd be doing the world a favor.

But yet again, I would be no better than them. Just another killer, just another monster.

But what bothered me the most was the thought of something being wrong with me. These feelings inside of me, they were nothing like what my Mother described.

They were unruly. And I could tell that I wasn't like the other Strigoi. I had an idea but I forced myself to not consider it, because if I did, then it would be true. And I would be forced to deal with it.

My cuts and bruises had all healed up. There was no trace of me ever being beaten. I should of been broken or scared after all I went through but I felt absolutely nothing.

I should have been angry at the world for what happened to me but I came across no single emotion. It was as if I was dead.

I felt nothing, no pain, I was just laying there. Letting time pass by, I must've been there for hours, maybe days, I didn't know. It felt like time didn't exist.

I found no reason to why I was still alive. What was my purpose? Why was I here? I guess I was just tired.

It had been a whole week of a constant roller coaster. First my Dad commits suicide, I end up in jail, I get taken in by werewolves, I get kidnapped by Kynigos, I get tortured, I get saved by werewolves, I get beaten by werewolves, and now I'm here.

I was just so tired of fighting every second for survival. I just wanted to lay down, close my eyes, and never ever wake up.

I don't even remember the last time I ate or had a drink of water, that was actually water and not coated with pharmaco.

My life was out of control. How did it even get like this?

My restless rest is suddenly interrupted by whispering outside my tent. They thought they were being sneaky, but I could hear every word of their conversation.

"I don't think it's a good idea to tell her."

"It is time."

"But what if she uses it against us?"

"The truth must be revealed."

"How will this even help us?"

"She holds a greater purpose."

The whispering stopped and two bodies entered the tent. The Alpha and the Omega stood by the entrance, waiting for my reaction.

I continued to lay there motionless staring at the same spot on the ground.

"Catherine, we wish to speak to you." The Alpha said as he watched me.

I didn't want to know. I wasn't searching for answers anymore. All I wanted was to rest, forever. I wanted to fall asleep and never wake up. I didn't want to feel ever again. I wanted to avoid the world and all it's problems.