Layla's POV:
Light floods in the room and I have to squint to see my surroundings. Damien storms down the stairs along with the hooded person.
"It's almost time." He states brushing my hair from my face.
I would've hit him, but my hands are chained above my head, so the only thing I could do was hang there. I glare at him, daring not to say a word.
Untying me swiftly I fall straight into his arms, stiffly he throws me over his shoulder. Heads up the stairs, and into an unknown room. I should fight, kick, scream even, but it would do no good. He lays me down on an operating table, strapping my arms and legs to it.
The entire time I was being bound down the mystery person just say in the corner, cloaked.
"Who are you?" my voice was dull and my face was emotionless and I'm almost positive it shows.
He or she laughs darkly, and puts a hand on their cloaked hood, before pulling it down. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. She was stunning, red hair that flows to her shoulders bright golden eyes that look as if they are contacts but I'm almost sure their not. Full pink lips and and button nose not to mention her paleness fit her looks perfectly.
How ironic that when the most beautiful people can be monsters on the inside. Her pearly white smile was the one thing that caught me off, she has fangs.
"Surprised?" She asks bring a perfectly manicured nail to her lips.
But Damien was the most confused in the room, "your a chick?"
She nods simply and he just laughs, so hard that tears spring to life.
"I really thought you were a dude."
While I just sat there staring intently at the beast, she was a vampire/witch/werewolf.
Strange
Indeed
She drags her nail up my leg, "your blood smells good."
I gag at her remark, "your another beast, just like them." although it was a whisper, she hears it clearly.
A rough smack to the face shuts me up, "it's your mate that's the beast! he killed my brother!"
I sat there, not speaking. "He deserved to die." although I didn't know him, I just wanted some pride left when die.
Black light swirls around her, "begin."
And just like that my body's on fire.
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