Mortals & Transitions

Smothered

I felt my limp body thump heavily onto a rough cold platform, pain escalated through my spine as I felt my feet bump into someone who went around to tie them down.
I tried to talk, but only a groan erupted from my lips, pressing fingers dug into my injured shoulder and I felt my scream billowed out, I could feel my hot tears fall down my cheeks as they twisted the arrow. I couldn't open my eyes, even as I willed them too my brain wouldn't allow it and my fear rose tenfold.
"Shh, Celeste.." the voice was unfamiliar and raspy, his voice was deep and it worried me more to my core.
I whimpered and cried more when he pulled the broken arrow out, but when he did my body felt cold. As if I was dunked in a cold bath and I shivered with uneasiness.
"Fuck" he murmured, I could tell he scurried across the room to heavy set doors.
My eyes fluttered open, bright lights burned my corneas and I felt warm blood travel down to my fingertips, hearing the patter of the hot liquid drip onto the floor.
It felt as if my life was fading away, my lips were cold and my fingers ached.
I laid my head back aimlessly with the intention of not getting up and It was if I was being emptied out.
The doors swung open, two people emerged.. one with concerned eyes, who noticed my teary eyes were opened seemed to harden his features.
The other, had blood on his scrubs and an annoyed look.
"What species is she"
His bored expression changed once he noticed the gaping hole in my shoulder.
"She is a Transition" His muttering voice echoed in my ears, I felt my body convulsing and shaking.
"She's hemorrhaging, How long has she been bleeding like this!" He yanked the towel near the strange man and slapped it onto my shoulder.
A scream ripped through my mouth as he applied pressure and he quickly covered my mouth with a tight grip.
"I will need you to shut up. He should of done this while you were drugged, but he did not. Now I need you to bite on this"- he shoved a leather strip into my mouth.
"And you will access your unconscious while I fix you. Understand?" With blurry eyes and most likely a swollen mouth I nodded.
He was an older man, a white beard cascaded down his chest and his bushy grey eyebrows looked angry at the other gentleman.
"Give me thread and needle" he growled, he rushed to grab what he needed. He was so fast, I felt intense heat inside my shoulder, burning as he dug inside and cleaned out the oozing green poison.
He shoved the needle through and my teeth felt like they were gonna break against the leather.
The second time, my vision went black with the intent on staying knocked out.

The heat from the sun is what woke me after what seemed like years of sleeping, my chest heaved with heaviness as I took a deep breath.
"You look like shit" a voice muttered across the room.
I was too concerned with myself to worry about who else was with me.
"Well, aren't you a fucking tosser eh?" I groaned. Whimpering as I sat up, my whole body felt as if I got beaten up by 20 men.
The warm sunlight held me hostage, my mother's soft spoken words popped into my head.

"Remember darling, light is within you. In a time of need, Lux Sanitatem is all you need"

I lifted my face up, making sure I could feel like I was breathing in the sun.
"Lux Sanitatem" I whispered. Soon enough I felt tingles from the light traveling across my body, I knew it wouldn't heal me all the way but enough to breathe without feeling like I was going to spew up everywhere.

"What are you?" The voice startled me, making me jump on the cold table.
I groaned as I narrowed my eyes to the rest of the room.
A curly soft brunette, peaked his face out of the shadows. His glistening skin bounced off the sunlight like it was made of glass.
He approached slowly every step was made consciously and timely.
"I- I recognize you?" I started to slide off the table but he got to me first, with a sharp feathered knife kissing my neck. If I breathed heavily enough, it'd surely cut without effort.
"Well, I guess introductions are out of the question?" I smiled cockily. His eyes were brown, but light like darkened honey and lips were softly pink, the sunlight made him look innocent but I'd say the light was otherwise wrong with his weapon to my warm skin.
"Transitions can't use enchantments, their bodies wont allow it." He eyes my face slowly, from my raised eyebrows to my thumping vein in my neck.
"Who are you?" He growled. But not towards me, but fear of what I might be.
"I'm-I'm" but everything I spoke, the knife cut it's way a little more and I got tired of it.
"Defendere" I whispered, the weapon flew out of his hands, but not before the knife dipped in. I felt a small sting as it flew across the room, the light spell was still working it's magic and would heal it soon.
He looked stunned and impressed at the same time, I tried to speak but he pinned himself up against me, as he yanked me towards the wall.
"Precaution" Was all he muttered.
"I am a Canis Lupus" I shoved him away, grabbing my injured shoulder.
"Born, and raised in WhiteKamp Valley. Daughter of Titus Vargar, and Elara Vargar" I huffed, as he rolled his eyes and sat back down on a chair, propping his feet up on top of the desk. Dust scattered in the air as his feet moved some old papers around. I could hear echoes through the walls, many people were near. I just couldn't tell how many there exactly was.
"That's impossible. Titus Vargar died at the hands of mankind while still in his youth. He hadn't had children yet" His eyebrows raising in confusion only made me want to punch him.
"Yes, says the four siblings I have that all take after him" I added.
"But not you" and this time it wasn't a question. It was a statement.
"What are you- no never mind, where am I?"
I walked over to the door, the knob didn't turn which Indicated that I was locked in with a man who thinks my father is dead.
"Let me out" I didn't know where I was, I was too involved with what happened to me to understand what was going on.
As if destiny called, Alastair walked through the locked door.
"Oh my, Alastair!" I ran into him, hugging him with all that I could bare.
"I- I don't know where I am, who this daft idiot is and how long I've been here" panic rose inside like bile and I needed to get home. I needed to find out who that man was and especially if he's after my family.
"You've been here for three days, the poison entered your blood stream and we needs Immortals to purify your body. I was called in, I didn't know it was you until I saw your blonde bloodied up hair from across the room" tears came to life and I knew that was terrifying for him.
"I was on my way to see you.. I saw your smoke and then the man" I paused.
"Oh my Lycan! He is still out there, I need to know who else he's going after"
I pushed passed him ready to bust through the door, however I was going to do that.
Instead I was held back by unfamiliar arms, and a wave of anger coursed through me.
"Get off me!" I growled lowly, felt my nails ripping themselves from my fingertips as they grew. Alastair appeared in front of my face, holding with both warm hands on my jawline seizing my temper his eyed told me there was a reason I was being held back.
"Celeste.. you can't go back yet" tears were flowing down his cheeks. This boy has never cried In our whole 15 year friendship.
"What happened?" I murmured. Almost afraid of the worse news I could possibly received,
"You.. you're still carrying high toxic levels of wolfbane. To the point where it's air borne. If you go back you will infect everyone there"
I stopped fighting, my face expressionless as I tried to hold on to every word that wanted to slip away.
"Then.. then why aren't I dead?" I didn't want to know the answer but apart of me wanted to know.
"We- we don't know" was all he said.
"All we know, is your not full Canis Lupus"
I stumbled back, not believing a word they have said.
"No, that's impossible a divided bloodline would kill indefinitely. If I was half of something else I would be long since dead" I rubbed my temples, the throbbing echoes of confusion raced there way like a wolf racing to the nearest meal.
"How?- How did I get here" I whispered with a defeated tone.
"I found you- in a pool of dark red and green blood" He rubbed down his shirt, he was distracting himself from tearing up.
"You looked dead and I never felt more nauseous in my life, when I picked you up- I quickly Blinked here to the Counsel of Magical Souls" He coughed. Scratching his throat as he elevated water from across the room and into my hand.
"You need to drink" he warned, he knew I'd argue.
"What about my family?"
The fresh water dripped down my chin as I finished the tall slim glass.
"The counsel thought it would be wise to cast a "forgetful" spell. It would be like you never left with the memory of it becoming the next day"
I dropped the glass, it shattered against the cement floor.
"You what!" I jumped off the miserable metal bed and marched over to him, anger making my hands hot.
"You idiot! The hunter could be after them too, you just made them easy pray for the slaughter house!" Hot tears emerged and I was too angry to calm myself down.
How could they?
I ran over to the heavy door, raising my right hand.
"You won't be abl-" mocked the brunette boy.
"Patentibus" I growled. A second later, the door flew off its hinges 15 feet from the door frame.
"Or not" I here him mutter.
Alarms echoed around the cement building, with large ceiling mirrors that made the hallway look bigger.
The sound made my skin crawl, and made my heartache. I ran left, right, left, left, right than straight ahead and I appeared at two big double doors with the words.
"Ordinary World"
Pulling down the knob wasn't going to be easy and I knew no spell would help me right now. So I jumped and landed my whole weight, it cracked with a heavy thump and the door began to open.