The Devil You Know (editing)

Chapter 3

Present day

"What's your name?" it wasn't a question it was a demand. I stayed silent, my arms were bound by metal and my legs chained to the floor.
"Where were you born?" another demand that I wouldn't answer. Even with my head down I knew that this coven, who had been around for centuries where getting annoyed with my resistance to saying a word.
My now brown hair covered my face like a curtain but I saw as the leader of the clan walked up to me, but he couldn't have been older than 20. I glanced up at him. He was wearing a black shirt that looked like it could have been painted on, I watched as he crossed his arms over his chest, his muscle flexing as he did so.  His black jean were riding low on his hips, as he walked closer to me I could see his V line peeking out of them.
He was only a foot away from me when he suddenly stopped. I saw his calculating ice blue eyes study me, as if he could see my every weakness with one little glance
"They asked what your name is." His deep voice spoke I looked up at him, seeing as he towered over me. His hair was a dark shade of brown that was cut short. I just stared up at him not saying a word. I never had, some things are meant to stay quiet, never to be spoken, but something's are just too painful to say.
I knew who I was, I knew the monster I had become and that was enough to terrify me. I've been running from myself for almost 500 years and haven't gotten any farther then I am tonight. I watched as the clan leader crouched down before me, I felt his eyes searching for mine as he tried to pry the answers he wanted from me. I saw the vampires who were standing behind him tense up as he caught my chin in his hand and roughly pulled me so I was facing him and only him.
"When I ask you a question you answer it." He growled through clenched teeth.
I said not a word, I don't know why really, I could just tell them and then kill them, easy. But instead I kept my mouth shut.
The man sighed as he let my chin go roughly and got up. He turned to face the other vampires in the room as he ran his hand through his already messed up hair. I noticed that none of them would look him in the eye. They were scared of him.
I watched as the mysterious man turned back around to face me, he had a fake smile plastered on his face.
"You know what, how can I ask you for your name if I won't even tell you mine." A smug look was plastered on his lips that I really just wanted to slap off.
"My name is Callaghan, Callaghan Black." He said with a bow. I raised my eyebrow at that move. He is one conceited prick.  He straightened back up and looked at me expectantly. I said nothing, my face shown no emotion.
"Ahhh!" he yelled in annoyance as he saw I wouldn't say anything. "God dammit! What will it take for you to speak! Just one word!"  There was a reason why I didn't want to speak. I had been denying who I was for almost half a millennia, and in denying who I was mentally my physical appearance had changed into someone I didn't recognize.
My name is the one thing I don't like to say. Only a select few know it. I've said it may be 5 times in the 500 years I've been living. I went by a lot of nicknames and aliases. It was easy, No one really asked my name and when some did I made sure it was the last thing they ever said. My name is a touchy subject with me. But this man, Callaghan, just gave me an opening, I could become the person I had lost. He gave me A way out. I haven't spoken my name in so long I was afraid I forgot.  I was always too scared, but today that would change.
"Elizabet Addington." I spoke barely above a whisper, my voice was raspy from the hunger that was gnawing at me. I watched Callaghan's eyes widen as big as saucers, and his jaw dropped so low I thought it would hit the ground. I was considered a myth to most vampire lore that was passed down for one vampire to another. I was a dark creature with light magic. Every vampire's dream.
But My magic was what set me apart, it is as powerful a combination as it was dangerous and not to mention deadly. The perfect weapon, but I can see it in his eye I wouldn't be a weapon, I'd be the perfect prize.

At the moment I uttered my name my hair began to change, from the tips of my long brown hair it began to lighten. The magic moved all the way up to my roots turning my once mousy brown hair to the dirty blonde I was born with. My eyes changed from coal black to the blue eyes I loved but had to lose. No one said a word, eyes glued to the magic happening.
I took this opportunity to surprise them even more, you see when they captured me because I entered a little too far into their territory, which was strange when I think about it i'm usually always on my guard. they just thought I was some ordinary vampire that was down on her luck, and was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Man they were about to realize how wrong they were.
I snapped the metal that bound my arms then the chains that kept my feet where they were. I heard as they dropped to the ground, the sound echoing in the small cavern.
As I stood up, I rubbed my wrist that were already healing at an incredible speed. I could feel the skin on my ankle pulling together and healing not leaving an indication at what had happened. I started to walk forward toward Callaghan, but the other vampires that were like his own personal body guards, stopped me. I looked up at them, not meeting the eyes of any of them.  They towered over my 5' 3" frame as looked up at them I heard Callaghan's voice telling them that he was fine. Not a second later did the wall of muscle's part and I was staring into those ice blue eyes again.
I stepped up to him without a word and started, memorizing every dip and curve of his face, imprinting every detail in my mind, so if he somehow escaped this cavern alive I would know him the next time I see him. Because no one is to know I'm alive.
I could see the shock on his face as I ran my index finger over his cheekbone. I felt him tense under my touch, but his face showed no emotion and his eyes never left mine as I trailed my finger down his chin. I felt the roughness of his stubble on the tip of my finger as it made its way down his neck reaching his collar bone.