Emberborn

From Halo to Horns pt. 2

I walked down the torch-lit hallway slowly, the metal shackles dragging along the stone behind me.

I was following his scent with nothing but an uncontrollable hunger driving me forward. A hunger for vengeance, a thirst for blood.

His blood.

He never tried to leave after he heard me call his name. He was waiting for me.

Good.

I was so close that I could nearly hear his heartbeat. It was slow, calm, as was mine.

I felt nothing, I was emotionless running off of instincts. I was destroying myself, becoming the very thing he is.

A monster.

It's strange, isn't it?

How a heart will burn and burn and burn, then suddenly turns to ice. But I didn't care; emotions are overrated anyways. I cared once, it fucked me up.

Now I'm going into that room to take him down, to take them all down.

I stood outside a huge pair of mahogany doors and took one more deep breath in, making sure that he was still there, then I kicked them open with ease.

We were back on the first floor of the pack house and this must be his office. I spotted him sitting behind his wooden desk before I even stepped foot into the dark room.

He was staring me down smugly as I stalked towards him. And the closer I got, the wider his grin grew until I was standing before him, leaning over his desk.

He leaned back and let out a small breath before bringing his hands to his chest, toying with his fingers. He held my gaze for a moment longer, then he let out a small laugh. I began to wrap the chains around my hands as he raised his brow.

"Here to finish me off, darling?"

He moved his hands out as he questioned, cocking his head to the side when I gave no response. He just grinned once more and rose to his feet.

"Well then, let's make this quick. I have a lot of work to do." He said cracking his knuckles.

And with that, I charged him, leaping over the desk and tackling him to the ground.

Right as we made contact with the floor, he sent a fist to my gut. I rolled away, but not before I struck him in the jaw with my elbow.

We both rose quickly. He lifted his hand to his lip and looked down at the small trickle of blood on his fingers with a crooked grin.

"You know, darling, all that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes."

I lunged at him, but he just stepped out of the way and socked me in my ribs. I gasped a little at the small pain stemming from it. I clenched my side with my right hand and tried to regain my composure.

I wasn't finished with him yet.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you looked like an animal," he laughed out, and soon I found myself laughing as well, which made him stop immediately.

I saw anger flash through his eyes before he cocked his head in confusion.

That just made me laugh harder, a laugh so dark and twisted that I couldn't believe it was coming from my lips.

This person in front of him was a different side of me that I had no control over. It was like I was a stranger in my own body, but I brushed it off.

I couldn't stop now, this has to be done.

"What's so funny, darling?"

His monotone voice did nothing to cover up the frustration he was feeling. I let one more hard laugh escape me before I steadied myself.