Love Is Not Weakness

Chapter 4

It was a rather busy day in Polis. Shipments arrived from businesses all over the world. Polis was very much like New York City during it's time. Although it was much less modern and high fashioned as you would imagine. There was so much food, clothing, spices, and materials to be traded. Lexa's stomach churned at it all. She had not eaten for almost five days. Motivated by the exertion of hunger, she decided to arise from the alleyway she had been maintaining for the last couple of days and find a way to fill her body with nutrients. How she would do so, she did not know. But Lexa was robust and would not allow herself to succumb to her unfortunate state of affair.

She forced her body up to stand on its own two feet and it was a struggle, like a newborn fawn learning how to walk for the first time. Her legs were shaky but still she trudged through the streets of Polis, her wrap like material enclosed around her shoulders. She felt as cold as her heart was and just as tired. The people around her glanced at her with revolting faces. But Lexa was not hurt by this, for she had not felt any much feeling at all these days. The night that Thomas and his mates destroyed everything she had, they eradicated her soul. Her green eyes no longer carried passion and wonderment. She thought there to be no reason to because the world had bestowed nothing but cruelty and evil upon her. The only thing that mattered even just an ounce to her was surviving. Yes, the only thing that had any significance in the moment was getting any possible food into her deteriorating figure. She walked through the streets some more when her eyes had laid upon him. Her body was suddenly filled with rage and resentment. It was Thomas.

His eyes found hers right away and he smiled that evil smile of his. He began to leisurely walk towards her with nonchalance. What he had done had not even affected him in the slightest and Lexa itched to cut his throat.

"Well if it isn't the whore of Polis. Have you come back for more then?" he boasted aloud with pretentiousness and a fake demeanor of disgust. Lexa had said nothing. Silence ensued for a moment and it was something Thomas did not find favorable. He wouldn't be made out a fool in front of his mates and the citizens around him. He broke the silence by grabbing Lexa's arm forcefully and dragging her to the center of the town square so more people could distinguish them.

"You all know about the lovely Lexa don't you! It seems she has come back and wants to do the devil's work! Should we not give her what she wants?" Thomas bellowed out. Despite this, Lexa did not seem to be concerned. There was no emotion in her mannerisms. She wanted so desperately to die. The men around them gawked at her with hungry eyes. The entire event was truly atrocious in its deranged actuality.