Inner Predator: Unleashed

Chapter 8

 

Here you are lovelies! Chapter 8. I really had fun writing this one - I think it's my favorite so far (not as favorite as chapter 9 will be of course ;]) Hope you enjoy and Happy New Year to everyone! 

Chapter 8

 

            Instead of feeling the fear I know I probably should be experiencing in this moment, all I can come up with anger. Everything they’ve done. Everything they’re going to do. I’m not scared anymore, I’m just really fucking pissed off. And tired.

Five months in a prison—no, worse. Prisons allow outside time and have windows that let in fresh light and air.  Five months of being experimented on like a lab rat. Five months of being starved so that I have no strength to fight back. And three days of being on the run. Three long fucking days. And help is coming. Chase is coming. There’s no way I’m this close to freedom and plan just let it slip away.

I step in front of the other two, and stand ready for a fight. My eye glow with power, both vampire and fae. My fangs extend down, ready to rip into anything, or anyone who gets in my way.  I’m feeling energized thanks to the fresh blood coursing through my veins and no longer feel it necessary to flee every battle thrown my way. Nor will I have any amount of sympathy for the humans dropping down in front of me.

Killing—humans or otherwise—is always something I’ve viewed as a last result. Something to do only when there are no other options. I haven’t directly killed a human since the first. I guess logically, in my great escape, there may have been a few deaths for which I am indirectly responsible, but those don’t really count. The one in the bar so long ago, he counts. But standing here and watching these humans slide down their ropes thinking they’re some sort of heroes sent out to catch the Supernaturals, I find myself rethinking my don’t kill policy.

Dousing Jackson and Penelope in a Glamour, I stand visible and ready to fight. The three men stop, stand frozen when their feet touch the sandy ground. Maybe they’re wondering where the other two of us went or why I didn’t go with them. Or maybe they have an inkling of just how dangerous I can be and are choosing to exercise some amount of caution. Not that it will help them. As far as I’m concerned their death warrants have already been signed.

I will not go back. I will not let Jackson or Penny go back. And I will kill anything that tries to force otherwise.

The guy closest, who I assume must be in charge makes a small motion with his hand, one I’m sure he thinks will go unnoticed, and the three raise their guns.

Oh, my knees are really shaking now. Way to bring on the terror, guys, I think to myself and resist an eye roll. I’m about to leap forward and attack when I think maybe there’s a cleaner and more fun way to do this. Remembering what Chase told me when we first began training together, I raise my hands to the sky in faux surrender. I let the glow leave my eyes and retract the fangs. I’m small and covered in a mixture of dirt and blood, I look rather helpless to these men, I’m sure.

I can tell they’re surprised because as if on cue they all relax their weapons and look slightly confused. No doubt they’ve been told I’m dangerous and yet… nothing about me appears dangerous at this moment. False sense of security.

“P-please,” I stutter out. “Don’t shoot.”

One of them, not the leader, closes the distance between us. He plans to comfort me, or capture me, I’m not sure. But I don’t give him anytime to do whatever it is he wanted. His boss catches on first, but not quick enough.