Chapter 8-Red

With the slash and slice of flesh filling the air, Quinn felt a faint taste of blood on her tongue. Visibly shaking in fear, she made no effort to move from the ground.

From the shadows of darkness, Blake walked to her, the ancient sword in his right hand dripped with thick blood and instantly, she knew it was him.

“I warned you, didn't I?” He growled. Anger pierced his eyes and voice as he spoke.

“I…..I don't want that life!” Quinn yelled, seeing the blood that stained his face. The fear that had gripped her slowly melted into anxiety.

Before her was a different Blake. One that had just killed his kind just to save her despite her stubbornness.

“Get up” Blake coughed, lending his hand to her.

“We need to get you cleaned up at least before the news of this gets out to the elders” he pointed towards the dead bodies that scattered all over the ground.

Quinn's stomach twisted in pain, a part of her was scared for her life. Blake gently took her in by one arm as he guarded her back to the car, not taking his eyes off her even for a minute.

“I won't let you leave the house again” He murmured.

“What….” her voice came in short gasps.

“Your life is in danger already and putting you back out here is a greater risk so you're never leaving my sight again"

For Quinn, it was obvious that all her possible chances of escape were extinct and she would live with this ruthless alpha for the rest of her life.

As if he could read her mind, he said “Don’t worry, you'll have your own separate apartment so you won't bother about me touching you”.

The words leaving his lips like he only married her to occupy an empty room. Quinn knew it'd be impossible for her not to want him.

Even in a separate apartment.

Not after what he did to her and how he had touched her. It may have been normal to him but it drove her insane.

And she wanted more.

The drive back to the house was quiet, one would think that the silence had no end but it eventually did when they pulled up at the gate and Quinn rushed out of the car, running inside.

“Quinn! Quinn!” He called out to her but with her back to him and her foot on the stairs, she was already speeding in the hallway.

“Lowly piece of—"

“Blake” a voice startled him. He turned to see Elder Marcus standing at the door.

Blake had wondered if Marcus had seen Quinn racing through the hallways and why he was there, standing like he had been in the room since.

Marcus shifted and settled his arms on his body, “There’s been a breakout in the old library. An ancient artifact has been stolen”

“What? By who?" Blake's eyes arch in curiosity. The pale, helpless look on his face vanished instantly.

“We have no idea who—”

“What do you mean you have no idea about who took it?” Blake was beginning to panic. His blood boiled hot and veils were starting to stretch to his nails.

Marcus noticed this and took a step back. It wasn't wise to stand near the alpha when he's angry, one could get torn apart.

Or flung to the wall.

“The camera was able to catch a glimpse of someone who could be the culprit but we couldn't get a face.”

Blake’s breaths tensed, his palms squeezed tightly as he settled on the chair, with his head bent, still visibly angry.

“Do you think it's him?” He asked, fear creeped into his words.

Even after years of peace, Blake could still hear the war raging in his head. The blood that splashed on the streets of Starfalls. The heads that rolled and lives lost.

And his best friend, whom he had lost in the fight. What he had feared the most was coming back to haunt him.

Marcus knew what he was talking about, he became cautious with his words.

“I don't think so” he cleared his throat. “The barrier between us and the outside world is too strong to be broken. And that's where he is, exactly where he belongs." He said and tapped Blake gently.

Blake nodded and got up. “Ready the forces” he instructed.

“No matter what, we must be prepared. And find me that thief, he or she has a lot of talking to do” he finished.

Marcus bowed his head and headed out the door, off to deliver the alpha's orders. Blake remained in the living room, letting the quietness of the house to embrace him.

His thoughts, now raging, ran wild. Memories of the blood moon curse, how a quiet city was brought down in ruins right before his eyes.

He wondered if he had uncovered the cure, maybe he would have saved his parents from dying. He could have rescued the city and he wouldn't have to hate his best friend for life.

He sighed, rubbing his temples.

“Are you okay?” a small voice from behind him caught his attention, startling him a bit.

Blake arched back to see Quinn standing at the end of the stair, a tray of water in her hands. She stood there like she was waiting for him to command her.

“I’m fine. I just—”

“You don't look so good” she stopped him. Walking to where he sat, she placed the tray at the center of the table, waiting for his constant taunts but they never came.

Quinn sat beside him, took out a few painkillers and placed them in his palm, putting a glass of water in his other hand.

“Here, drink it,” She told him, her eyes darting from each pupil to the other.

Blake felt stunned, not just long ago was she running and trying to get away from him. Now she sat so close to him, handing him drugs for his head.

As he swallowed the pills and gulped the water, he stylishly observed her. She has changed into a short black dress, compared to what she had on before. Her small curvy body fitted so perfectly and one wrap of his arms around her felt so good, he wanted to try.

Her hair fell on both sides of her face, revealing how wavy they were, he somehow wasn't able to notice this and he didn't know why.

And her lips, they were glossy and shiny. They weren't so shiny and enticing earlier that day but of course, he didn't see that while he was trying to save her little ass.

How come she was looking so irresistibly edible on such a bad day? He'd give anything to tear her apart and eat her up but he wasn't going to let the little witch get to him.

Not when she was looking like a delicious death trap.

“Are you trying to be nice to me?” he trolled. Quinn exhaled, like she knew he'd take on his devilish form again.

“I’m only trying to help,” she rushed. Now she was beginning to regret stepping out of her room. Did he think she had come to seduce him?

Quinn stood up abruptly, “I will leave if you think I'm trying to do something else with you” she moved to pick up the tray but he stopped her.

“I didn't ask you to leave so sit back down" his voice was stern but somehow soft. She could hear it and she wondered why he was hiding it.

“It’s okay, I'll go” she insisted and brushed his hand off her, not wanting him to see how red her cheeks were.

Surprisingly, he didn't fight her, so without looking back, Quinn ran back upstairs with her heart beating faster than a band parade.