Turned Into One

Chapter Thirty Four: Rosemary.

Well, I'm back! Sorry exams have been a pain but thankfully it's break. Which mean I'll have more time to write more chapters!

Continue...
_____________________________

Chapter Thirty Three: Rosemary.

Pulling my hands towards my face, I hide my teary eyes in them. Cole bites his lip frustrated.

"I-I couldn't stop myself." My voice is weary. At the sound of me speaking Cole looks over at me almost as if he just snapped out of a daze.

Hearing him near me, a light feeling of his rough hands grabbing my wrists has me looking up. Our eyes connect. The world around us turns blurry. All we do is stare.

Then, a banging sound vibrates the door. A gasp escaped from my throat as the door bursts open. Cole quickly turns and gets into a stance protecting me, but men dressed in all black flood the room.

"You can't have her!" He shouts. One after one, they grab us and separate us by pulling me out the room.

"Let me go!" I shout. Their hands grip my arms pulling my feet off of the ground. I swing my legs back and forth trying to get them off of me.

A deep grunt comes from behind me when my foot connected with his stomach. Shouting in rejection we draw further and further away from Cole.

We pass by many people but I don't worry about them, I focus on trying to get out.

My emotions become to much for me to bare, light stinging of the eyes and teeth have me hissing and trying to bite the men. Looking across the hall, Scott, one Jaspers friends that I've grown up with stands there with large widen eyes. My old friend, Jessica has her arms wrapped around him. She digs her face into his chest, painting his shirt with her salty tears.

"Scott!" I try to have him help me. But he doesn't move. He stands frozen in his spot. Fear pulses through me, what are they going to do to me?

Recalling Cole's words from a few moments ago. What just happened out there can get you kill Sage! Questions fill inside of my brain.

But, a harsh pain throbs on the back of my head causing me to lean forward. Looking over, one of the men holding my arms has a large smirk on his face.

"Light outs leach."

"Anything new, Jordan?" I ask once he closed the door of my office. He holds a large laptop in his hands, step after step he stands in front of my desk and places it onto my desk.

Looking up at him with an eyebrow raised, he pushes his glasses back. Sighing, I grab the computer and read the email that is shown.

Quickly looking up at Jordan once more he groans and explains.

"This email is from a friend of mine that lives in the Werewolf Castle. He owed me a favor so he got some information of what has happened." He continues, "apparently a Vampire has ended up in the castle walls and has drank from one of the Werewolves. Which, may I remind you is illegal. Here are a few pictures of the Vampire."

He gestures for me to scroll down, moving my finger across the pad of the keyboard. The page scrolls down, two pictures pop up.

The first one shows a pale, blonde figure being held by another person. Her neck is being bared as the brunette drinks her blood. Slowly, I start to recognize the Vampire.

The next picture shows the brunette being held by two men, as other swarm behind her. She has he head back and fangs bared. Staring into the picture, her face has the breath escaping from me.

Jordan stares at me flabbergasted expression. "We found her boss," he muses.

Waking up with a pulsing pain on the back of my head, a groan escaped from my dry lips. Moving to touch the wound, a cold metal holds my hands back.

Opening my eyes quickly, a light draws into the once dark room. Staring, a person soon stands in front, but lines touch the roof and floor, as another bar touches both sides of the wall.

Soon, I realize that I'm locked up in cell. The rattling and clinging of keys has my hands starting to shake.

"Hello there." The hoarse voice states it booms off of the walls causing an echo to surround me. Not being able to see the face, I stare at the shape of the figure. The broad shoulders and tall silhouette has me presuming its a male.

"You don't look that threatening, since you did drink from one of my friends daughters." He continues, "Sage Paul, is that correct? The novus sanguis. The one with the La Lun."

"How do you know so much about me?" My throat craves for blood, my mouth is as dry as a desert.

"Word gets around quickly." He states, watching his hand reach inside of his pocket. He grasps a sharp pointed weapon and plays with it in his hand. Trying to scare me.

"If you think a knife will scare me, you'll sadly be mistaken." I muse at his stupidness.

"Yes, but I know something you don't." He continues, "see you Vampires think you don't have anything that can harm you. For us Werewolves, silver and wolfsbane are poisonous. We cannot touch it."

"You've caught my attention." I pressure him to continue. His deep chuckles crawls into my ears.

"Rosemary. If you turn the herb into a liquid form, Vampires react the same way as Werewolves do to Wolfsbane." He draws closer and closer to me with the knife drenched in rosemary.

"This is going to be fun."