Cruel Kiss (On Hold)

Chapter 5- Sacred Omega

Emir's eyes don't leave my face as we wait. His arms are crossed, but you can see the temptation to move I seating at him. His muscles bulge and twitch as he tries to keep still.

"What is your name?" He asks me after a few moments.

"What's it to you?" I reply, my eyes narrowing into slots.

He sighs, combing a hand through his hair. "I'm just trying to make conversation." He says, frustrated.

I watch him, trying to determine the damage that telling him my name may cause. I can't seem to think of anything, so I answer him. "Kenna. My name is Kenna."

There's a slight upward twitch to his lips, the only form of expression I'm willing to bet he'll show for now. Though, if I'm honest, he doesn't seem like the type to smile often.

There's a soft rasp on the door, and Blondie and another man step through. The new guy is tall and lanky, his eyes look like they're sunken into his head. His black hair is buzzed and he's wearing all black. Some kind of decorated robe wraps around his shoulders. It's super weird looking, there's all sorts of symbols embroidered into the fabric. He takes a look at me, his eyes glazed and a blank expression on his face.

"Hello, Miss. I am Alaric Darnell. I am the prophet that will judge if you lineage runs true." His voice is gravelly and grating to my ears.

"My what?" I ask, my brow drawing down in confusion.

"We must test to see if you are the Sacred Omega." He informs me, giving me a look that says all this should be obvious.

"Um...I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong girl. I have no idea what you're talking about." I tell him, my eyes wide as he walks closer.

"According to prophecy, as foretold centuries ago, the Sacred Omega will emerge in a human female. She will be born the first werewolf of her bloodline. She will be a gift from the Moon Goddess, and shall be a beacon of hope and peace for our people." He tells me, his voice almost equivalent to nails on a chalkboard to my ears.

"A-and you think this Sacred Omega lady is me?" I ask, a little freaked out by this whole thing.

"Yes. May I begin now?" He asks impatiently.

"Uh, sure. Knock yourself out." I tell him.

He steps forward, his face solemn and his mouth pinched into a straight line. Blondie steps up to his side, holding out a wooden bowl filled with some kind of liquid. Alaric turns and dips his fingers into it before facing me once more.

"This oil has been blessed and was prepared when we suspected you might be the woman from the prophecy. It is used in the sacred rituals performed for our goddess. It helps to clear the mind and unblock hidden parts of the soul. If you are the woman we are looking for, we will know almost immediately." He tells me as his fingers come to rest on my forehead.

He draws something on my skin with the perfumed oil, and the liquid begins to warm up. An electric feeling begins in my veins and my vision becomes blurred.

Images dance in my mind. A wild, all consuming flame. A dark hallway full of mysterious doors and tapestries on the walls. A splatter of blood, spreading crimson on freshly fallen snow. The flash of eyes that seem to peer straight into my soul.

I gasp as suddenly I feel a presence in my mind, something that was not there before. It is dark and hungry and lurking. It lingers, a separate entity probing my mind, before something snaps. It begins melding with me, it's soul and my soul becoming one. We are two sides of the same coin, trapped and entwined together. I feel my mind fighting the merging, rebelling against this foreign being.

A small, choked scream escapes my lips and I think one of the men moves forward, but I'm not sure which one. I can't focus on them, I can't focus on anything but the feeling inside me. The strange feeling of claws scraping down my skin comes and goes, causing my heartbeat to kick in fear. Beads of sweat roll down my face as my body feels as though it is on fire.

I don't think the men expected this, I can hear the low rumble of their voices, though I can't make out what their saying. Some of the darkness fades as we become one, though there is still some left. It's like a stain on my soul, but it isn't entirely unpleasant anymore.

An imagine of white fur and gnashing teeth flashes in my mind before my vision clears. Emir seems stunned, his mouth open and gaping. I turn to Alaric and his eyes are wide too. He takes a step back, his hand flying up to his chest in surprise.

"It's you." He whispers.