Jezebel (Watty Awards 2012)

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

"Jezebel!" I heard Seth call. It was getting hard to focus. His voice sounded normal now...or did it? Everything was fading out. I crawled through the darkness, my hands feeling against the bricks of the wall as I felt towards where I had heard Angel's voice coming from.

"Angel?" I repeated. "Where are you? I can't see you."

"I'm here," she replied faintly and coughed, sounding as if she were gasping for breath. My heart was thumping in my chest so slowly. "Come to me, little sister."

Tears were rolling down my face at the sound of her weak voice. I couldn't believe she was actually here, but how had she gotten here? And why did she sound like she was struggling just to talk?

My hand brushed against something soft and I jumped. I felt it more and realized it was a leg. "Angel?"

"Yes, yes." Angel replied and my eyes began to focus as I blinked back my tears until I could see her face as clearly as if there was light in the room. I gasped as my eyes met her tired blue ones.

Her face was tear stained and had the saddest expression I had ever seen on her. She smiled weakly at me before looking away from me. My eyes trailed up past her face to see her hands in the familiar chains on the walls like the ones I had once been in only a few days ago. "I'm so sorry."

Tears filled my eyes and I ignored the scorching pain of my open wound in my side as I reached around and hugged her tightly to me. I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face. I was happy to know she was alive, but the mental pain for my sister seemed to take over me as I sobbed into her shoulder and she began to cry, too.

The pain was spreading from my chest and it hurt like hell with each breath that took and each tear that fell from my eyes, spreading throughout my body, overtaking my headache and weariness until even the pain of the wound in my side seemed to just be a dull throb and then like a sudden explosion, something went off inside of me.

I jumped away from her on my hands and feet in a crouched position and a growl escaped my lips as my eyes searched the room and landed on Rosemary. I was angry. No, not angry. I was furious and I wanted to kill.

"Control it." Angel wheezed, yet her voice was firm and my eyes went back to her. I tilted my head to the side with a confused expression on my face as if I had just realized what I was doing. "I should have told you about us sooner, but I wanted to wait for the right time."

"And when was the right time, Angel?" I growled. "Why didn't you tell me this years ago? Why didn't you tell me that I am a Lycan? That you are a vampire! That our parents are not who I thought they were and that this whole world existed?"

"Because it was not safe and you were not ready." Angel replied, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I growled angrily and stood up, glaring at the thick black chains around her wrists that were holding her bound to the wall before punching them with all my strength and anger. They immediately shattered and crumbled around her as her arms dropped down and she collapsed on the floor. I grabbed her into my lap, cradling her head as she took deep breaths.

"So that is why you said you worked at night?" I asked and she nodded slightly. "To feed?"

"Yes, but I never touched the humans." Angel breathed, her body shaking. My ears twitched and I sniffed the air. Seth. He had to be in the dungeons if I could smell his scent. "I found work late night in the hospitals, but not for money. We have plenty of money. I would take the blood packets they had and store them in a fridge in my room."