Dakini's Hope

Chapter 6

I look around the small practise room desperately for either somewhere to hide or a weapon of some kind that I can use to defend myself while I hold my chest with my left hand. I've got nowhere to go and the only things that I can use to defend myself are my fists and a guitar. I don't really want to use either of these against him though. I keep my back to the desk, trying to calm my eyes down so that my vision can go back to normal. Then I realise that my eyes could work to my advantage - the Curse makes me more violent and skilled at combat than normal me will ever be. If I have to let myself go to defend myself, then I will - but only if it is absolutely necessary.

Just then, the lock comes undone and the door is pushed open slowly from the other side. The Omega slides in, turns and shuts the door behind him; relocking it as he does so. We're alone in a small, soundproof room now. If he wants to beat me up and not get caught, this is the best place to do it. I brace myself against the desk with my free hand and I duck my head down; trying not to appear threatening towards him. Before, when he was being aggressive, I provoked him so backing down wasn't an option. This time, I didn't provoke his aggression intentionally, so I'm okay to back down if I want to - the best way to do that is to not appear threatening. I don't even know why his mood has suddenly switched as quickly as it has.

I was giving him a compliment!

The Omega takes a chair from one of the other desks and puts it down in front of me; but my instincts immediately think he's going to smash down on my head and I wince away at the clang of the chair's supports hitting the floor. He doesn't seem to notice as he sits down in front of me and leans his arms on his knees so that he's leaning towards me. I'm not being fooled by this; he's going to pretend to be peaceful and then beat me up when he thinks my guard is down. I remove my arm from my chest and I lean back on the desk, trying not to show that I'm not in agony.

"Jumpy, aren't you?" He asks, clasping his hands together as he watches me. I don't say anything and he continues to talk.

"Nice try to escape me. But you should know that when werewolves hunt, they are really persistent until they catch their prey." He continues on. "You'd know that if you were a werewolf - but you're not. You're just a pathetic, dirty human."

"What are you going to do to me?" I ask, cutting straight to the chase. "You've got me right where you want me - what's stopping you?"

He grins at me and looks briefly at the floor between his knees; then he looks back up at me. "I wouldn't have done anything if you hadn't run from me." He says as he gets up and pushes the chair back under the desk to my left. He takes the few steps that separate us from each other.

Before I can react, his hand shoots up to my neck, grabs a hold of it and then swings me around, pinning me up against the door by my neck. My feet don't even touch the ground as I struggle and try to get him off me as the air in my throat begins to catch and makes me choke. I try kicking him and using my nails to scratch his hand that is holding me by the neck, but I can't reach him and my nails aren't long enough to do much damage.

"You know, it only takes two minutes for someone to fall unconscious from lack of oxygen." He says casually, his blue eyes staring at my hidden black ones. "So, if you want to stay awake, you'll give me the answer I'm looking for and quickly." He tightens his grip on my neck and I begin to cough as he begins to properly choke me.

"Who told you about my guitar playing?" He asks, a hint of a growl entering his voice.

I don't answer and keep desperately trying to get him off of me. I try punching him in the arm but he doesn't even budge as my fist impacts his muscle. I can't even feel the pain in my body now as the adrenaline kicks in. The Omega tightens his grip around my neck and my mouth opens as I try to shout out in pain. Instead, a little squeak comes out - which would have been a proper yelp if my lungs had the air to do so. My vision begins to blur and my head feels like it's going to explode off my shoulders.