Vile Games

Alena..." Marina said, taking a step back.

The clearing had grown healthily over the decades, filled with lush greenland but I could still point it out, where exactly the logs had been arranged, piled one on top of the other.

"Leave here!" I said to the werewolf girl and I'm guessing from the tone of my voice, she didn't need to hear anything more, she took to her heels.

My fingers shook frantically and I felt the energy in me surge.

"Alena, calm down." My wolf's voice resounded in my head calmly.

"Shut the hell up!" I yelled back at her and she promptly did.

The buzz in my fingers increased and I could feel the sizzling electricity from the ground beneath me connecting with them, and without thinking twice, I released it, both energy clashing to elicit a large explosion that resonated throughout the forest as the massive land of vegetation caught fire, immediately spreading through.

The impact of the blast snatched me from the ground and I was flung in the opposite direction landing hard on the floor. I felt blood trail from my head down the side of my face, my body burned from intensifying pain but I didn't feel any of it, my eyes were glued to the sight in front of me.

The fire was wild, circulating with a fierce pace throughout the surrounding lands, it was the effect of nature's energy that I'd summoned, my lips lifted in a smile at the scene, and a drop of blood made its way into my mouth running down from my nose.

It felt good to use my powers, I'd almost forgotten how intoxicating and surreal the feeling was.

I dragged myself up with great difficulty, my fall had caused my body greater damage than I'd thought.

I watched the land burn triggering memories of the last time something had burnt here, and I fell back to the ground.

Tears ran down my eyes as I let out a loud wail, the wound felt fresh and it hurt just as much, it felt like my heart was being torn out from my chest, much worse I was sure.

"Mother!" I cried burying my face into the shrubs, the tiny plant pricked me but I barely noticed. How could they have been so vicious? How could he?

I had only my mother, she was my world and I was hers, two souls who found importance in each other and lived away from others keeping to themselves.

She barely spoke, busying herself with her spells and potions and trying out new, strange things and we were happy, until the werewolves.

I got up and wiped the tears from my eyes. I didn't have to take this slowly anymore... I was going to kill him, and I was going to kill the rest of this pack, every one of them gathered to be killed just like they hveI and Mother.

With that thought in mind, I marched ahead with one location in mind.

Trees branches slapped me harshly and I felt pain prick through me as my barefoot more times than I could count was pierced painfully but I didn't halt, not for a moment, not until I looked up and his home stared right at me.

Warriors yet again paraded his home from one end to the other, but it didn't matter to me and I walked towards the house just as the one in front turned his back to me and focused on reaching the other end. I grabbed the hilt of his sword from his waist snatching it, and before he could turn to me, I ran it on his back slicing through flesh, blood gushed out immediately and he slumped down.

I raised the sword one more time and struck him with it just to make sure he was dead, he gurgled and then laid still, I smiled.

The door opened catching my attention and I saw the silhouette of a man as he made his way out heading towards the forest. I knew who it was already and if I couldn't smell him, it meant the same for him.

With stealth I didn't know I possessed, I went after him, maintaining distance between us and keeping him in my full view. My eyes burned intensely, they had been blazing before and more so now that he was within my range.

I was going to kill Damon, and I was going to kill him now. It didn't matter to me how, I could easily have struck him dead from a distance but I needed him to know who was doing this to him... His lovely mate, and the daughter of the sorcerer whom he'd killed alongside her mother, he needed to know that before he died.

I walked closer to him and the scent filled my nostrils, the smell of musk yet again, and just like the last time I felt all of the hairs in my body respond to his presence and my wolf’s presence became louder.

“Alena,” She called out to me in panic. “What are you doing?”

I ignored her and made my move. He had paused, indicating he was aware of me and so immediately, I rounded up the tree that separated us and caught him from the back, stretching up to match his height. I pressed the blade of the sword on his neck hard enough to draw blood.

It would take just one swipe now to erase his existence and I couldn't wait, just after I told him what I needed to. It was pretty terrible that I wouldn't get to see his face.

“I told you,” I said into his ears. “That you will rue the day you met me.”

When he spoke, I felt the smile on his lips. “And I hope that you'll make good on your promise.”

“Oh, you don't know me, Damon, I certainly do. Want to be let in on a secret before you die?” I asked, just as I felt a small buzz on my finger, my powers itching to be used instead. It was the thing with using as much as I had earlier, they always wanted to be in full control.

“Alena, this is a mistake, please!”

My wolf cried out pleadingly.

“I’m going to die? I had no idea, but go on tell me your secret.” He said not taking me seriously at all and I hated it. I pressed the sword even deeper into his neck, the sharp end immediately cutting through flesh, the sweet smell of his blood filled the air causing my head to swoon, I shook it off.

He stiffened against my hold at my action, finally detecting the threat he was in.

“Believe me now you bloody werewolf?” I asked, laughing.

“Who are you?” He growled.

I smirked behind him, this was it, my hands steadied as I opened my mouth to speak, both parts of my body ready to move simultaneously.

“Hello old friend,” I said, chuckling as I imitated Eliana’s voice as much as I could, I was proud of how much of my old self I sounded. “Remember what I’d told you before…”

And the rest of the words died on my lips…