Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Forty-One

Remember Tiffany is too important to the plot to kill.

Athena's Point Of View

Lighting rods of ice shoot down my spine. I knew very well with all the pressure Zayn was under that he was due to have an Alpha Paroxysm. For some reason I could never actually picture it happening though.

"Zayn." I whisper as I step away, slowly.

His eyes are as red as blood. Not black. Not brown. Javadd didn't take over his body. His wolf is not in control. This is not my mate, the man who stands before me. I've never seen him before. I  never want to see him again.

I am caught in his sight. He stalks me with his eyes, those bright crimson eyes. Each step away, I take he watches. He doesn't move; he just watches with that cold, hungry look. Like a gentle gazelle to a ravenous lion, it is a game of prey and predator. I must win or I will die and Zayn will not be able to live with himself afterwards.

My lips quiver, "Z-zayn."

My muscles are stiff with fear. I can hear my heart in my ears. My breath comes out as short, quick pants. Tears spring into my eyes, but I hold them back. He won't hurt me. He couldn't hurt me. His isn't capable of harming me. He can't. He was born to love me not to hurt me.

I trip over the root of a tree, as I watch him, my hand is sliced open by a pointed, low hanging branch.

I hiss, taking my eyes off him for a second to examine my bleeding flesh. When I look back up he is two inches away. With shock I stumble on my heels and fall, landing in soft green moss. He lowers himself down to my level, in between my legs. As a tear escapes my eyelid I swear I see his iris light up in his beautiful caramel glow only for a second though.

I try to crawl away. He grabs my leg.

"Zayn please stop." I could never over power him like. It would take myself, Niall, and several more high ranking officials to bring him down and from
the look in his eyes he knew this.

With a smirk he grabs my injuried hand. His crimson glass-like black holes stare deep into me. Hypnotizing, they draw me in. I can't move. I am paralyzed from the neck down. His dark eyes grab hold of me, so tight. I shudder with fear.

He won't hurt me. He's my mate his isn't capable of harming me.

He caresses my bleeding hand. Starting at my elbow, he kisses up to my hand. Looking into my eyes he licks my bleeding gash. Then lowers his entire mouth to gushing wound and sucks hard.

A laugh, which sounds nothing like my mate's, escapes his lips. My blood stains his teeth and lips. This isn't my mate. This isn't Zayn. In a last ditch effort, I scream for Liam through the pack link.

"Athena, baby," He said jeering adding an extra syllable to my name, "Your blood is so sweet."

He cackles loudly into the morning breeze. He licks his bloodied lips and kisses me hard and slow. His lips are ice. He does not bring to me the warm fuzzy feeling Zayn does. I feel sick. When his lips touch mine I feel my skin burn as if a man other than Zayn had kissed me. White, porcelain daggers tear into the tender flesh, where Zayn marked me last month.

The pain is too great. I'm writhing in agony in this monster's dead arms, as he holds me down against the cold dirt and tree roots. My cries and screams do not effect him.

He doesn't gently drink from me the way Zayn did. He rips into my flesh pulling and picking at the skin and tissues. Though I cry, and beg for my mate to come back nothing happens.

As I lie here, I am conscious of the fact my mate will be the death of me. I fought Tiffany a whole month for my freedom and now it will be ripped away. I stop screaming.