Bloodline (Completed)

8

The taste in my mouth is sour and I can't seem to focus on anything. I lay down on my side on the floor and stare at the blue walls. I wish there was furniture in here. I wish I could get out of here and go home already.

Are my parents worried? How long have I been gone for? What happened to the others when I was taken?

They bring me some food and water. I take a big drink, and then vomit it up. The people outside my room laugh.

"How's holy water taste to you?" asks one.

I growl low in my throat, but then I throw up a few more times. They just laugh and laugh.

I don't touch the food after that. I didn't even know holy water could affect me that way. And I know quite a bit about skinwalkers. So how did I not know that?

"Enjoying the silver chains and the holy water?" asks Annabelle as she comes in.

"Go to hell," I growl.

She comes within a few feet of me, and I reach deep into myself and call forth the ability I don't often use. Mind reading. If she's going to be playing mind games with me, then I will with her.

Whispers flood my mind and I wince. I hate these emotions that come with reading another being's mind. I get to experience all that they have experienced, and I get to see through their eyes. Feel through their hearts.

She had a daughter. Her daughter's name was Chelsea. She died. I focus on her image and her face. Her voice in Annabelle's memory.

"What are you doing?"

I feel the change coming onto me. I don't take the usual form of a wolf or fox, like I typically do. No, I morph into the traditional skinwalker form, of a lanky and white dog-like creature with no hair. I stand up, as best as I can while I'm in my tall skinwalker form, and snarl at her.

She stumbles backwards, and trips. She falls hard and looks up at me.

I tear the silver chains off my arms and turn to look at her. She poisoned the food. It had silver and white ash in it. Both are things that can kill a skinwalker. I only know that because I'm reading her mind. I walk over and claw her face, tearing up her flesh. She scream and in come the guards.

Good. Because I'm hungry for blood.

I lunge at the man closest to me, and he screams as I tear him limb from limb and throw his severed arm at the other guy.

By the time I am done with the guards, I'm soaked in blood and various gore. I run as far and as fast as I can, which is pretty damn fast when you're like me. I don't kill Annabelle like I killed her too human guards.

I leave her alive, sparing her this once.

Then I flee into the night, and head home.