The Screwed Up Life Of Helena Clare {COMPLETED}

Chapter Nine

A/N Sorry this took so long, I'm not gonna tell you excuses I’m just gonna give you this chappy!

Caseye xx

Chapter nine

Dylan’s P.O.V

Wow, that’s the only thing I could think of while kissing Helena. I knew I was her mate the first time I saw her, yeah I know she attacked me, but her eyes just told me it all. I was trying to be careful while kissing her I didn't want to hurt her. Her wounds were almost healed last time I checked, but I haven't been able to check while her face is on mine.

I arms wrapped round her waist, pulling her onto my lap, she ran her tongue across my bottom lip. I grinned and let her in, her tongue exploring my mouth. It sent shocks from the tips of my toes to my head. I heard the locks on the door shifting. Crap. I pushed her off my lap and placed her carefully on the chair again. She looked at me as if she knew what I was doing. I wrapped a rope around her wrists, she bit her bottom lip. The rope was digging into her oringal cuts from the silver chains. I pressed on her pressure point on her neck so she would be knocked out.

My Father, or Riley as many know him as, walked down the stone steps towards me and Clare. His eyes scanned Clare. "How long she been knocked out?" He asked and turned toward the work bench.

"Five or so minutes." I replied. There was a clatter of metal as Father picked up a knife. He ran his finger across the hilt, drawing blood. It healed straight away. He chuckled.

"Let’s wake her up." Before I even understood what he said, he had moved and places the blade at her neck. Smoke rising from was the blade came in contact with her skin. I felt the pain on my own neck, when Father wasn't looking I checked if it had marked. I wasn't I just had the pain of the blade there.

Helena's eyes whipped open; she bit her bottom lip to stop crying out. I could see the pain in her eyes and on my own neck. Her lower lip started to bleed from the pure pressure of pain she was in. I closed my eyes, I can't stand it. My mate in pain.

Helena Clare’s P.O.V

Riley placed the blade at my neck; I bit my tongue to stop from crying out. Sweet baby Jesus it hurt. I felt the smoke rising from the welt on my neck. Fuck. I didn't normally swear but this was just, well no words to decide it. I bit my bottom lip, blood welling out of the new cut in my lip. I looked up to see Dylan covering a part of his neck, his eyes screamed pain.

My mate was in pain. Whets wrong? I need to help him. My cat was screaming inside me, she wanted to stop the pain; she didn't care about herself just about her mate. My body was shaking; it was getting ready to shift. Riley must've not notice as he had turned round to the work bench, most likely to get some more knifes to make me scream out in pain.

I took one last look at Dylan before I shifted, his eyes connected with mine. He wasn't in pain anymore, my cat purred at this. 'I love you' I mouthed to him as I shifted into my cat. Last time I shifted my body screamed in pain this time my body screamed in joy. She was out and happy about it. I let my body be controlled by my cat.

My cat rubbed her body against Dylan’s and went between his legs and purred. Riley turned to see me in my Cat form. His face went from an evil type of cheerful to horror in a matter of seconds. If I was in my human form I would have laughed but in my cat form I don't know if there's a form of laughter. I growled at Riley. He took a step back into the work bench, knifes falling to the ground with a racket. Riley quickly grabbed a knife off the floor, in doing so he slit his own hand. Fool!

The knife in Riley's hand, thankfully, wasn't silver. Riley stepped forward to challenge me, but Dylan stood in front of my cat form. "No." Was all he said as he punched Riley round the head and knocked him out. Wow, my man. Dylan turned to look at me; he got down to my level and looked at me in the eyes. "Let's get out of here." My cat smiled as Riley lead me up the stairs and out of the house. We started to run towards the woods but Dylan was being really slow.

I stopped and waited for him to catch up, he was breathless. I nudged him with my head, telling him to get on my back. He nodded and carefully got on my back. He pulled a little too hard on the fur at the base of my neck; my cat growled lowly, he got the idea. As I started shufferling through the trees I heard an angry Bethan or 'Shakira' shouting. "I'm gonna get you brat!"

Dylan laughed and my cat did, I think. I was smiling inside... I felt whole again.