Rogue ✔

Chapter Sixteen : Violet Eyes

"Memories. Of a stolen place.
Caught in the silence.
An echo lost in space..."

To say that I felt guilty would be the understatement of the century.

I felt like ripping my own guts out would hurt less than this did. A blistering headache from laying on the floor for so long began to rack my brain, sending out wave after wave of excrutiating pain.

My eyes were red and puffy from crying, which made me sensitive to the light shining in the window.

Wow, I had given myself an emotional hangover.

I tried to prop myself up correctly on my elbow, but winced when all my joints screamed in pain. I had no doubt laid in this position for way too long. One by one, I had pushed my limbs into a crouch-like position.

How long have I been here. I peered back towards the small wooden nightstand, the small clock read 3:21. It had been roughly 10 when (Damain) he left.

I had been curled up in a ball on the floor for 5+ hours. That's a new record. I stood up, my joints popping and I began to stretch.

'He's gone. You made him leave. This is your fault' my guilt whispered. I nodded my head, accepting the self-loathing.

A shower might be good for me, after all I hadn't had one in a while. Might make me not wanna kill myself as bad. Maybe a nice hot shower would warm my frozen heart.

I slowly walked into the bathroom, bringing the bag full of clothes with me. I opened the sliding glass door and turned a large knob with a H on it. The water burned my skin when I finally jumped in, but I didn't care. It was a welcome pain.

My mind began to think about getting some medicine for my headache. There had to be some pharmacy somewhere! I thought about getting changed and leaving the motel room, but I didn't like it. I didn't want to do anything.

I stayed in the shower for much longer than I was supposed to, my fingers pruning. Hot steam covered the mirror when I finally got out, making it so I couldn't see my reflection. Good. I didn't want to see what a broken heart does to ones appearance. From what I've heard, it wasn't good.

I got dressed in the bathroom, putting on the first thing my eyes saw in the bag. The clothes were slightly warm due to the shower steam, making my hot skin even warmer. On the outside, I was an inferno, on the inside... I was frozen solid.

My senses were dead to the world. I didn't really care about what happened around me at the moment, I just wanted to sleep.

My overall carelessness is what probably led to my capture.

I didn't hear her come in. I didn't hear the door open or the sound if her heels clicking on the floor. I didn't even notice it. I didn't notice how she led in two other people behind her or how she held a syringe with a dark liquid in her hand. I had desensitized.

What I did notice though, were her eyes.

You could imagine what it would be like, thinking you were completely alone, to then see someone in front of you. Staring at you.

Her eyes were violet. The perfect mixture of pink, purple, and blue. The magenta hue was the most striking color I had ever seen. The eyes held a strange coldness inside them, like by just seeing them you could feel the winter chill.

She had other, very strange features too. Long auburn hair fell in pin straight lines down to her waist. A large nose along with wide lips and pale, sickly cheeks.

She wore a uniform, the typical uniform of room service staff. The other two people she brought with her had variations of the same uniform. Black shirt, black pants, white apron.

The two people she brought in were both giants. They were both distinctly male, and looked to be about 6'0. That wasn't what made them huge though. There arms were each the size of miniature boulders. Large chests with thick necks and stone calves made them enormous.

I estimated them both to be at least 300 pounds of pure muscle.

My eyes flitted back to the woman, she seemed to be the leader. Her wide lips broke back into a large smile, showcasing rows of pointed canines.

She looked utterly crazy.

"How did you get in here?" I asked her, a slight tremor in my voice. This woman made murderous Clarissa look like a small kitten.

She giggled, her eyes still bearing down upon me. "Don't worry bout' that, sweetheart. You've got much bigger problems ahead of you."

"Like what?" I asked, taking the bait.

"Why, living to see the sunrise if course." She cackled, looking at me as if I was stupid.

My eyes widened and I began to try and escape.

I didn't even get my foot on the floorboard before she had the mysterious syringe buried in my neck, pushing on the small vial. She injected the strange black substance into my blood stream and I began to feel tired and nauseous, all at the same time.

"What the hell did you do to me?" My voice sounded strange to my own ears. Like it was far away, in A different place.

"Bringing your wolf back."

With that final statement still floating in the air, the pain began.

It burned my blood, cooking me from the inside out. My heart began to pound and I started to have a seizure. My body was shaking violently, left to right. I was unable to stop it.

"If you don't have a wolf, then your mate can't feel your pain when we kill you.

Don't worry though, this small pain won't hurt you, at least not long term. This is just a taste of what is to come. Got it?" I heard her sing-song voice ring out.

With a final glare at the violet-eyed snake, I passed out cold.