Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Rogue

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He was slipping away, fast. I knew that it was now or never, and I wasn't ready to watch Christian suffer at the expense of Argent and Styles. The only way suppress his tendencies is by blood. And for a moment I thought I had entered the sci-fi realm, but I knew it was all too real.

I can count my blessings that the blizzard had barely hit Connecticut yet, but it was coming any moment now. And the thing that frightens me the most about that predicament is that I'm going to be trapped inside of Christian's mansion until god knows how long.

And it didn't look like this storm had any intentions on being swift. I cannot further reiterate the precarious position I'm in right now. But no matter the circumstances, I kept a straight focus, I need the old Christian back!

So I thought I'd make the most of this situation, I thought sarcastically as I open the steel door of the dungeon. His tired eyes glance up at me wickedly, and at that moment, I knew exactly which side of Christian was present.

"I was beginning to feel a little worried", he said sarcatsically as I limb closer towards him but still keeping a safe distance. "You haven't paid me a visit in hours" he smirked, but I was in no laughing mood.

I placed the box of blood bags onto a table and took out the syringes. Austin really should learn how install an alarm system in his office. It took me all of 2 minutes to pick the locks and get what I needed.

"Noah, I know you think you're going to try and fix me, but did it ever occur to you that I don't wanna be fixed?" He half yells, normally that would be enough to make me shutter but I knew exactly who I was talking to. "Just walk away from all of this, walk away from me. What do you care?".

I turn back to face him and I lean on the crutch under my arm. "What do I care?" I question. Does he really think I'm going to let this thing control him? If he expects me to roll over and play dead than he's got another thing coming! There's no chance in hell!

His expression was completely blank, expressionless to the point where I knew that this man is not who he appears to be on the outside.His icy blue eyes lock with mine, and for a moment, I'm mesmerized at how they manage to sparkle in this dark dungeon. His soft beard had grown to a moderate stubble, couldn't say I didn't like that look to the say least.

Snapping out off my awkward empathetic gaze, I figured I should get some decent information as to where Argent may be hiding out, or even when Styles plans to strike again. I turn back to the table and drew some blood into the large syringes.

Without hesitation, I stick the needle, although rather harshly, into his muscular forearms. He groans quietly at the pain. And although I knew it was potentially harming him, I knew I couldn't stop.

But his pain doesn't last long, evident by the loud chuckle he releases soon after. "For all you know you could be killing me" he breathes, but I don't respond. What scared me is that he may be right.

"Or, your just messing with me" I reply as I turn back around draw another syringe full of blood. I feel the harsh breeze of the barred window, blow my red hair away from me, exposing my neck and shoulders.

He saw that moment as a window of opportunity to taunt me by bringing up the past, in the present light. He chuckled arrogantly behind me as I fix my windblown hair back, covering my neck.

"Do you remember, 3 years to this date, you were standing in this very position, trapped in these chains?", he spoke up and I froze. How could I ever forget a night like that?

"Is there a point to all this?" I asked, with a hint of that trademark nonchalant attitude of mine. I tried to sound as uninterested as I possibly could, hoping I'd succeeded.