I Hate Him

I wasn't a fucking werewolf or she-wolf or whatever other name given to the bloody monsters who had killed my mother.

This man who towered six foot above me duplicated before my exhausted eyes, yet I felt that magnifying pull of attraction increase and my heartbeat speed up.

He was deviously beautiful, blessed with the most arresting features of chestnut hair which cascaded over his shoulders. 

I didn't like him, but my heart was jumping in excitement and my senses processing the glorious aroma of his scent.

I didn't know what it meant; why I was so enraptured by this sinfully handsome devil or why I wanted him so much I wrapped my arms over my sides to keep them from doing something stupid.

Like ask him to keep me in his...

What was happening? 

What in the world was wrong with me?

As I made the mistake of looking up again to stare at this devil of destruction, I had the urge to beg him to take my soul with him.

"A...wolf? You....I...couldn't you be mistaken erhm?"

 Laura's shaky voice reminded me that I wasn't alone with this man whom I hadn't seen till today and yet felt like I had known him all my life.

The connection I felt with him made me feel his seething fury more, but an instant ache slammed into my chest when his eyes focused directly on mine.

He hated me.

Those fiery silver orbs were filled with resentment.

That kick to my gut had me swallowing hard, and I clutched tightly to my chest, protecting my body with the cheap bra and vest which he looked at briefly...

I felt it again; small at the way he regarded my exposed body. There wasn't a hint of attraction in his eyes, but rather fury and hate and disregard.

As though I were ugly, like I didn't matter.

"Mistaken? What did you fucking say?" 

 He turned away from me, stalking Laura who had lost the confidence on her bitchy face and started stuttering.

"I...didn't mean you were mistaken. I just...he can't... She, we thought it was human, just brought her as a meal and..."

"You didn't confirm? You know what I don't pardon, Laura..."

"I...Xavier please... I...I'll show you a good time if you..."

The rest of her words were drowned in the musky smell of dark blood which splashed over the wall and on my face a second later. 

Stunned, it took a full minute for my eyes to absorb the sight before me, that this tall slender blonde who had been willing to please the king few minutes ago, slumped on the floors, her heart ripped out of her body.

A whimper, a gasp, and a piercing scream tore from my lips before I could stop it, my palms shaking as they made contact with my face.

Some of that blood had got on my lip.

I was sure of the emotion of anxiety which stripped me of the luxury of caution

I was unable to feel the warmth of my own body anymore, and my eyes shook as the man I had been admiring discarded Laura's heart as if it were any other object.

His fingers were stained with blood, his teeth and lips crimson red from latching on her neck.

In a second all these had happened; someone had been killed in front of me, and when he turned towards me, fear spread through my veins.

And to seal that deal of ensuring my emotional torture, he fucking winked at me.

"Don't act like she treated you nicely. Now, she-wolf, tell me your role in aiding the doctor's escape and I might be persuaded to give you a merciful death."

I would die today, and from something I wasn't aware of. 

Yet even after witnessing that sight and watching him wipe the blood over a white handkerchief which he threw unceremoniously at the dead body, I still felt that hope return.

Hope that if I told him the truth, he would pardon me.

Hope that I would wake up and discover that he hadn't just murdered someone so brutally.

"I...I am no wolf." It was the only thing I could mutter as my eyes mistakenly fell on that body again.

Her eyes were agape, staring at me, blaming me for her death.

Just as my mother's had been.

It was clear that I had been cursed. I didn't doubt it anymore.

His response was a chuckle, a low deadly laughter which sent shivers down my spine. 

Forcing my eyes upwards, I stared at him with teary face, imploring the hopeless humanity I couldn't even see a trace of in his eyes.

"I...don't know anything about this." I was barely whispering, my words inaudible and incomprehensible even to my own self.

 I was feeling so many emotions I couldn't explain and the scent of blood was so choking I wanted to throw up. 

I felt dirty from sweat and the rain and dust, and now my body was stained with blood and I had the urge to scratch it off.

I needed a bath, I had to get away from here before I puked or passed out again.

I couldn't let this man kill me without a fight; I had stood by helplessly and watched my mother get killed and I resented myself for it.

"I enjoy a challenge, little one. Too bad I don't drink from kids or you would have been empty of that damn wolf bloodline in you. I ask you again, where did you agree to meet with the scientist?"

That was it, the moment I decided to die fighting.

But since I was so weak and powerless against this man I hated myself for it, I fought in the only way I knew how...

I ran.

I dashed towards the door and yanked the door open, the feeling of invincibility taking over me as I moved faster than I had in my whole life.

It was...almost as if I were a vampire, a supernatural force driving me out in the hall where a stunned group of security stared at me in confusion.

I was almost flying, taking the other route which led to the only form of escape I could see...

The glass floor to ceiling windows...

A metahuman strength I had never felt in my body before tore from my limbs, a low growl leaving my throat as I made for the window.

I felt it in me; the sudden ability to shatter a window that mighty in size and quality, and I felt unafraid against the fast movements behind me.

I was almost as fast, and I nearly made it to my escape route when my body was torn from the floors and thrown against the walls.

This time I was sure that I was flying, my eyes taking in the astonished vampires who looked afraid for some reason and the king himself standing in front of them.

I felt beautiful, glorious, so fucking powerful I couldn't control the growl that tore consciously from my throat.

Then I was howling, my body aching as my limbs stretched the hardest they had ever done.

I saw indigo and felt a powerful change gathering inside me, my mind losing control over my body.

But that change was never completed, as that cruel monster of a man speedily jumped on me the next second, flinging and throwing me into the room I had just run away from.

I couldn't count anymore, the number of times I had been through this in the duration of one night.

 My head bashed into the golden jug on the table, spilling warm blood which my body crashed into.

But it wasn't enough for him. I was picked again and flung against the other side of the wall, then again, and again.

Weakness and pain slammed hard into my body and bones, crushing that strong will I had suddenly developed.

 The group of security rushed in and surrounded me, their eyes focused on their king's, awaiting his decision.

"I am Xavier, little wolf. None of your kind wanders into my territory and leaves, alive. Since you've taken away the privilege of merciful death I was going to grant you, I will ensure that it's slow, and agonising."