Due to readers demand- and because I feel like I have been neglecting this story.
This the Half of Chapter 16.Don't Kill Me, Pls.
"He was made King-
for he was the strongest of them all. "Dante
Something was wrong- I could sense it.
Slowly with precaution, I made my way towards Lucas's office. I could hear the sound of something dripping, and without hesitation- the moment I caught a whiff of scent of blood, I rushed in and broke down the glass doors.
The beast in me was furious at the smell , at the sight of his own kin in pain, and grew eager for vengeance, for the taste of blood.
"Anton!" as I hurriedly untangled his body from chains, he was hanging upside down with chains twisted around his body covered in blood, and gashes, his flesh ripped open my claws.
He hissed, and rasp in pain, as I grab hold of the chains, and yelp at the burns it marred my fingers.
"p-poured. A-cid." Anton hissed, as he struggled to breathe.
The acid was scentless, that was why I had not sense it.
"I'm going to get you out of here, brother. And we're both going to fucking killing him." I groaned, as I took hold of the chains, hissing through the burning pains and pulled with every strength i had.
Anton fell with a thud to the floor, I knelt beside him, as he cough out blood.
A growl ripped from my chest " He poisoned you!"
Anton shook his head- gasping for breath."..M-mate. He's after, you're mate.."
I saw red.
With that one word- the beast in me took hold of my conscience, I felt it take over my body, as my human conscience fought for dominance, for control.
I shifted- half turned.
With one whiff in the air, I bolted from the medical wing towards the castle entrance.
He has taken her. I could sense it.
AMELIA
I had often believed that death was meant for me- I had came up with more than a hundred and one ways to die before I had found hope by crossing these borders.
This however- was not how I thought death would be like.
It was dark, and cold- freezing.
Weakness. A females body was weak during heat, and at this very moment, I was good as dead.
Vulnerable, weak and insignificant.
He's never going to come for you. The voice echoed inside my head.
My mind clouded with doubts, as I closed my eyes, my breath coming in labored pants, my body shivering as I felt the ice against my naked skin- and the soft trail of blood dripping slowly from the cuts on my bound wrist.
I am, bound in chains to a saltire cross.
I could hear the soft droplets of my blood echoing around the room as they splash against the empty buckets on the floor.
Blood.
I smelled my own blood, but there was something else. A scent, it wasn't sweet or refreshing.
It smelled foul, like vinegar and rotten eggs, and .... death.I could smell death, it wasn't mine. But someone else's, like a decaying corpse.
" Luna..." the voice was rough and sinister, as a small light came with the dark looming shadow.
Death spoke to me, in that time. It had taken me a moment to realize- no, he was not death.
Lucas. that doctor that came to see me a few days ago.
A strained exhale escaped my lips, my chest aching, I felt like heaving.
" such a waste." he spat out venomously, as he stalked closer towards me. When he came face to face with me, I gasp, his eyes were bright crimson, his iris turning black.
A monster.
He reached out a taloned finger and caressed my chin.
I hiss and turned my face away- his touch burned me.He growled, and roughly slapped me across my cheek.
"you ungrateful little bitch. I saved you!" he yelled at me, hissing in anger.
Saved me?
Was he insane?
He was killing me, I could feel life literally slipping through my fingers with each droplets of blood.He stepped back with a smirk, and laughed deviously.
A dark sinister shadow behind his bloodshot eyes, the glint that reminded me of rogue wolves, demonic and filled with bloodlust."With your blood- I will be king of this world, and all shall bow before me.."
I panted and whispered with a rasp "my blood?"
He laughed, hysterically like a deranged lunatic possessed."ohh..how innocent you are indeed, little luna.."
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