The air smelled stale: of blood and sweat. Whimpers filled the empty large room and a fist connected with cartilage as a yelp escaped the throat of the victim. Elias's nose was definitely cracked and a tear coated with clotted blood could be spotted on his nasal bridge. Throughout the night, after trying to get information out of him with torturing methods, he was left to rest and regain strength for the next morning for a couple of hours. As early as four, Felix had left the meeting Lucian was conducting with his cabinet member and had climbed down the steps leading to the basement to begin the job he was good at doing. Torture. The previous evening, Elias had let them know that every information he gave them was false. It had been annoying but, The Garoeux inhabitants were never the type to give up. Truly, he had been sporting a chip at the nape of his neck. Felix cringed as they watched Augustus pull out tiny thread-like material. A permanent dent was already on Elias
"Walter will find you and kill you!" Elias screamed with all his might but it wasn't enough. Strength was leaving him in spurts. Felix was tearing his flesh right from the top of his finger to the end so that a portion of his hand was bleeding. The scent of blood seemed to stir something in Felix and suddenly, an amber glow started to spread around his irises like thick smoke engulfing a hot desert. Elias watched this happen with wide eyes and contempt. Felix was transforming. Slowly, slowly, thick long hair sprouted out, covering the side of his face. A sharp widow's peak formed at his forehead and the tip of his ears grew out, becoming elf-like. Suddenly, Felix was grabbing Elias's hands and yanking them so the rope that had been used to bind his hand to the arm of the metal chair came away. The nearly thinned rope sliced through his wrist, causing him to give a painful jerk. He had seen Werewolves transform but this was different. Felix was a mixture of beast and
Throughout the night, Anna tossed about in her bed. She was having a nightmare. Fire. Acrid smoke rising into the atmosphere. A sharp piercing cry filled with terror. Pounding feet. The clatter of burnt and blackened woods against burning wooden floors. The sound of sirens blaring from ambulances and firefighters. People escaping and choking due to intense inhalation of smoke. A dead body being wheeled out of the burning building. More cries. This was what haunted her dreams almost every night. And now, after awakening with a jump start, Anna climbed out of her bed and hurried towards her dress stand. A pair of black joggers and sports bra dangled from the hanger where Anna frequently hung her running clothes after she was done with laundry. Rubbing every atom of sleep from her eyes, Anna took out the outfit from her hanger and put it on before proceeding to the bathroom in the corridor and washing her face. Anna returned to her room and picked up her cellphone, plug
"Thanks, but I think I'm okay. I don't need to be taken to the clinic. I'll go home from here. Help me up?" Both of the ladies immediately pulled her up and Anna steadied herself on the ground with her feet planted on the floor of the road. Her joints felt weak and she was finding it hard to regain stamina. "Do you live close? We could drive you home. You don't seem agile enough to walk on your own." "Dirdie! We're going to be late for our shift. You don't want McGill yelling your head off, do you?" Dirdie gave Anna an apologetic look and rushed to the sleek car parked at the side of the road, her impatient friend following behind. As they drove past Anna who moved to stand at the side of trees road, Dirdie slowed down and stuck her head out of the window. "Name's Deride and my annoying friend is Kenna. What's your name?" Anna couldn't hold back the bout of laughter brewing on her insides. "Anna. Nice to meet you. Thank you so much for helping me. Bye
He snapped his head towards the window and his eyes narrowed when a silver SUV swerved into the lot with speed. Anna and Alma followed his gaze and with speed, Anna shot out of her seat towards Lucian who stood, transfixed on the spot. "Lucian, you should leave! They're definitely coming after you," Anna said, her voice coming out in a panic, she grabbed his arms. "I will not. I'm here causing no trouble. Why should they be after me?" He asked. Anna stilled and stared at him. Her hands slipped off his arms. Saddened by everything and how it reminded her of how the blacks were treated by the white who saw them as a minority, she stood beside him, mustering every strength from her core. "Anna," It was Alma, her friend. She looked frightened and quickly moved out of the booth to stand beside her friend. "We should leave, these people are dangerous. The Argents will kill anyone associated with him." But Anna stood, unmoving. She nodded at her friend. "You can l
"I might start working as a waitress at a diner, you know?" Anna said as she walked out of the department building with her best friend. "Ha! You might meet the man of your dreams while serving a cup of iced Frappuccino. You know, the rich billionaire gracing the diner and making every woman in sight swoon." Anna rolled her eyes. "You need to stop living in fantasies and try to get realistic, girl." "Sometimes, all we need is to get away from the world, damned reality." Alma shrugged and looked at the bright Californian sky, a smile lifting her full lip. Anna stared at her friend. She'd known Alma to be wild but this idealistic persona was new and kind of inviting. Alma was beautiful, no doubt and she'd pass for a hot model gracing the runways of one of the fashion houses in Los Angeles. Her long dark hair accentuated her light skin. She was a beautiful black woman with a wild spirit and Anna was grateful that they were friends. Anna was moved to tears when she'
Lucian knew he was going on a killing spree. Not what he was expecting to indulge in today. He'd felt a surging anger well up in him when the bullet hit Anna. They way her eyes widened and her breath hitched when the bullet hit her was still fresh in his memory. He kept replaying the scene over and over again as he stalked Mark's man who had made the shot. Before Mark's man could make another shot, Lucian was twisting the rifle so the bullet hit a metal pole and caromed off a metal pole standing adjacent to the eatery's pillar.. Already on the floor, the sniper stretched out a leg to trip Lucian who already knew his next move. With swiftness, Lucian bent over and pulled at the man's l and twisted it. A snap and the man was screaming profanities. Lucian pulled the man by the collar and his feet dangled in the air as he gasped for breath. The thick band sewn around the collar was pressed tightly to his neck and his face reddened. "You try to shoot me, acceptable. You
As soon as Lucian entered his mansion, he made his way into the basement and killed Eli. There was no need to keep him alive. The man wasn't ready to disclose any secrets the Argents harbored. Felix was going to be livid but he was less concerned. Thoughts about Anna Lucian banished. He needed to focus because he was rapidly losing his grip on his duties. Why hadn't he killed Walter back at Dunkin donuts? Everything would've ended right there for a long time before another leader of the Argents emerged. Lucian stopped by at Petl's apartment and knocked. The door cracked open moments later to reveal a red-faced Petl. Her dark hair was a mess and her nose was red, from sniffling. He was suddenly concerned and pushed after her, entering her cozy apartment. "What's wrong?" The door closed with a click and Petl turned towards Lucian who looked so worried. "What are you doing, Lucian? What are you doing with a human?" Not again. Lucian thought. He huffed a breat