A Ruff Relationship And A Purrrfect Ending

Feral

Isaak had grabbed Emma from her job at the tavern, driving her to some random location without a word.

"So...where are we going?" Emma finally asks.

"You....are going to kick Passion's ass. I am going to have a talk with her father."

I gulped at the thought. Anger radiated off of Isaak, his teeth barred and his eyes hostile.

This....must be the Isaak everyone is afraid of.

There was this look in his eyes, hostile and dark. Dead to humanity. He was probably seeing red through them, the filled with the powerful rage that could fuel a whole act of genocide. It seemed he was fed up or just done with anything that wasn't revenge. And it scared me.

He stops at the gate. He whole house was on lockdown, as if they was expecting us. And that made Issak smirk. He walks with his hands in his pockets, waiting for the guards to attack before grabbing them and twisting their limbs until you heard the bone-chilling snap. Their cries rung out, some fleeing or their lives. 

"Just because you were hired to be here, i won't kill you." Isaak growls, tossing the newly disabled people aside. He pushes open the door, to be welcomed to some maids. he observed them.

"Yes, you would do nicely. A coulpe pounds to wait loss and the right man to show you a good time, and i could probably make you beg on your knees. Nobody would look at you the same again, you'd be my bitch and that would be all that matters. Any kids or family you might have can be taken care of, as if they never existed." He narates as they lead him to the tea room where Passion was resigning.

Passion sat drinking tea, seeming more that pleased with herself.

"My my, Isaak. You seemed to be in a good mood." She crosses her legs. "Why don't we sit and talk about it like civilized people?"

"You lost the title of civilized a long time ago Bitch! Besides, i'm not the one who is here to see you ." he says, with a smirk as he walks down the hall.

I hesistate for a moment before springing forward, launching myself at her throat. I claw up her face, punching her as i saw fit.

For my mom.

For Father.

For everyone she ever taken from Isaak.

For Oliver and Jake and Feli.

For Peyton.

For Isaak.

I lost focus, blood staining my fur. It wasn't enough. I could never make her hurt as much as i was hurting. As much as Peyton was hurting, as much as she hurt anyone. but i can damn well try.

I get up, kicking her in the gut.

"You think your special." she laughs. "Do you think Isaak cares about you for a single second, because i can tell you that you are wrong. He never cared about anyone, only himself and his abandonment issues."

I growl at her.

"Don't worry, we've all been fooled. His mother ran away from his father when the going got tough, then she was found in the streets. His dad acted like it was nothing, as if it was part of the job, and found some other slut to take her place. But they never lasted." She groans in pain. "

"you think im going to listen to you after all of the shit you have pulled." I say before grabbing the teapot off the desk. i wind up to break it over her head.

"Hey," Isaak says, grabbing my wrist. I look up to find blood dripping from his muzzle. "we're done here."

He  drags me away, throwing the whole tea set on the floor. As we walk, i have to notice that the blood on his mouth was not his own. My senses come back, fear flooding me as he throws me in the car. Isaak's eyes looked dead. Broken and dead.

As we drove,  Isaak says nothing.

"You almost killed her."

"Why'd you stop me?"

"Because after you kill someone, you can't go back."

"Go back to what?"

"Being a person."

"That's over-rated anyway."

"It's not...it's something i would give my life to have."

That sent an unexpected shiver down my back.

"What happened to you in there?"

We stop in front of the tavern.

"Don't tell Jake and Olive."