Rampage (Lesbian Story)

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Skylar|

How long could a person be alone, no interaction with any living, breathing beings before they went insane from the lack of attention. The cellar seemed smaller and smaller every second of the day. My heart was beating for what felt like three people, which wasn't inaccurate. Nothing made sense. I was hallucinating from the stress that I put myself under. She was here with me, but I knew it was impossible. I killed her, disfigured her body and burned it for assurance that I wouldn't have to live through something like this. Yet there I was, huddled in a corner trying to escape from her somehow logical words.

"Skylar, honey." Her breath was made my skin prick and sent snakes down my spine. "What's the point in locking me out? You heard Vladimir. No one will help you. You are an abomination and will die one unless you let me in." Weightless arms locked me in place, her purred out words nipping at my skin. Rocking in my seated position, I used my hands to block out her words like a child. Repeating the mantra that got me this far. I kept telling myself that she wasn't real. It would be over soon. I was just a puppet to her in the afterlife.

"You're not real. I'm alone. I'm alone."

"Why do you keep fighting? No one has been down in weeks. Your mates obviously don't give a damn about you, otherwise they would have been here." Muttering a small no, I tired to block her out, feeling the anger rise in my gut as my resolve slowly broke. Her words chipped away at it ever so gently. " When was the last time you heard any of them talking about you? You are forgotten, the monster that will forever live in the dark, in shame." I bathed in her lightning blue eyes, feeling smaller than I'd ever felt.

The no escaped my throat as a whimper while I lashed out, reaching for someone that wasn't there; a figment of my imagination. A hallucination. She wasn't real. Laughter rang in my ears as the anger devoured me. My shaking hands clasped the nearest thing before hurling it at the wall, the satisfying shattering bringing me back to my senses. It was just me in the dark, still. I was alone. Nothing had changed. I was no closer or father from getting out and the only thing that I had to comfort me was her words.

It was like they were on replay, making me relive the reality that she was right. No one had been down here in days... no weeks...leaving me blood thirsty and starving. The lack of food kept me weak so that in the event that I did actually escape, it would be easy to capture me again. I was dying, desiccating, but no one seemed to notice. I heard all of their conversations flawlessly, I heard the joy in their voices and none of them seemed affected by my absence. No one mentioned my name.

Maybe they were forgetting about me, but was that a bad thing? I'd been a monster since the day I was born and I guess it was only natural for me to die one. Like Doc said, I was an abomination, an anomaly that didn't belong in this world. If I left, would they be better off without me? I had killed in the name of fun and I lost myself once before, what would it matter if it happened again? It would be easier for everyone, if I just broke out and never came back. Zoey and Havana were doing fine without me. If I left now, no one would care.

Something in my gut churned and I knew it was my wolf. She detested the thoughts that somehow made their way through the cracks and into my feeble mind. If it weren't for her, then I was sure I would have given in a long time ago. She kept me grounded, reminded me that I was fighting so that I could have them and give them a happy life. Victoria was a liar and always would be one. I couldn't listen to her because once I did then there would be no coming back.

"Skylar?" Havana's soft voice echoed from outside the steel door. Whining, I raced towards her scent, almost fainting from how amazing she smelt. I had missed her so much. I could hear her heartbeat echoing in my ears, forcing me to close my eyes and stop the horrid thoughts before they could manifest into something bigger. She was here. I hated myself for even believing what that filthy vamp said to me. Havana loved me. I didn't want to think of her as a meal, but as my wife; as the woman that I would spend eternity with. I wouldn't give up on her. No for one second.