You want me to do what now?! {Chapter 18}
Recap
"Evangeline, I have been very patient with you," he was only briefly interrupted by my snort of disagreement, "but I can't take your insolence anymore." He finished in a slight growl and lifted me off the ground by my throat. I tried to fight back and claw at his hands, I even tried to shift but I didn't have enough energy. They haven't fed me in two days and even when they did they only gave a slice of bread and a glass of water.
"Rot in hell you blood-sucking scum." I choked out before he roughly pressed a certain spot on my neck. You know; that spot that makes you faint instantly. Bastard.
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*James' POV*
I winced in shame when I saw the state that my pack had gotten into because of my endless demands for them to go faster, for them to keep going. We had only stopped because Ryan had collapsed and I would never leave a man behind even under the most dire of circumstances.
"We will hunt and rest tonight. Someone try and bring Ryan back around so that we can feed him and give him some energy and then tomorrow we're back on the run again." I said in my human form, running a hand through my dirt caked hair. I saw Luke come storming towards me.
"How dare you let our pack end up like this?" He snarled clenching his fists at his sides. Luke's anger had reached a worrisome state and he was taking everything out on everybody, he had even had a go at his mate before we left but they had swiftly made up. "Most of us are half dead!" He shouted throwing his hands up in the air.
"How would you feel if your mate was taken far away from you?" I whispered, allowing some of my grief to colour my voice as I pleaded him for forgiveness with my eyes. "Vange is out there, suffering under the leaches and you just expect me to take a pleasant stroll along to her prison?" I could feel the anger bubbling up and Luke could obviously feel it too because he bowed his head in shame, not meeting my eyes.
"Sorry I'm just not thinking clearly at the minute." He sighed and threw me an apologetic smile. I nodded my head in acceptance and patted his back before slumping to the floor, my back against a tree trunk. As I was sinking into oblivion I gazed up at the stars wondering if Evangeline could see them too or if where they were keeping her had no windows; the mere thought of Evangeline being locked up or in pain making me whimper pitifully. The snores of my other pack members were sounding all around me and instead of annoying me it comforted me and reminded me of home and all those times I had just goofed off with my friends.
"I'm coming Vange." I muttered even though I knew no one would hear me.
*Evangeline's POV*
I woke up and was disappointed to find that I was still in Chris' room but the disappointment was swiftly replaced with panic when I realised that I was strapped to his bed by one of my wrists and one of my feet. I sighed in frustration and struggled fruitlessly against my bindings that were starting to cut into my skin. I eventually gave up, sweating and panting from my increased anger and assertion. I glance around the room and assessed everything that I could crane my neck to see.
There was two bed side tables, each with a small wooden lamp that was currently emitting small amounts of light, expanding my vision in the dark, cold room that I am sure came from the fact that the vampires didn't feel the cold so they felt no reason to put the heater on. I could count about twenty pictures along the walls; eleven were pictures of me when I was unaware of anyone taking a picture and nine of them were of Chris and me together when I was stilling going out with him. I was freaked out to say the least and I hadn't even gotten a look at the wall behind me yet; only god knows how many more pictures there would be. There was a silver curtain pole from which cream chiffon curtains hung from, blowing in the breeze slightly from the open window which contributed to the coldness.
