I was just about done with this being grounded shit. I was antsy; being locked in my rooms for two days was just about driving me up the walls. Marching down the halls to the Queens chamber, I tried to focus on my rage in order to drown out the increasing fear and disgust I had begun to feel over the last few days. It scared me that I felt fear when I saw my fellow fae and that something seemed to call to my soul from outside: I felt like everything had changed while nothing had changed. So instead, I channelled my outrage and fury.
"Tia!? Where are you going?" Came the voice I had been searching for. "Aren't you supposed to be in your rooms resting?" God, the voice was like fingernails on chalkboards; horrendous. Turning to face her, I watched as the Queen calmly hovered up to me, her disgustingly pink gown fluttering about her.
"Exactly. Why do I need to rest?" I asked. The treatment towards me had been so careful and quiet that I felt almost as if I had been sleeping for days and missed something. "Why aren't I out the front fighting the wolves? Why am I not allowed to see Bytlock? Why is Lexter lying to me?" I couldn't stop the questions; it had been a long two days.
The Queen sighed as she looked at me, surveying the weapons strapped to my hips and arms. "Clearly it's doing you no good being in your room." She sighed, failing to answer any of my questions. "Go down to the command room and tell Caleb I sent you. Not like we don't need you out there." Once the last word was uttered, she promptly continued past me as if the conversation had never even happened.
Grumbling under my breath, I quickly headed to the command room, pissed she hadn't actually given me any answers. When I arrived, I found myself in a room of, well, chaos. Old fae stood around a large model of the palace, instructing the younger warriors on battle plans and tactics. Surprised at the unusual sense of panic and lack of numbers in the room I grabbed the young fae who tried to rush past me.
"Hey, what's going on? Where is everybody?" I quizzed, enjoying his expression pale as he realized who I was. "C'mon speak!"
"Uh, u.. the wolves, Sharpbite, the wolves know how to fight us!" He stammered out. I groaned.
"Sharpbite? That was years ago, I haven't gone by that since New Orleans." Honestly. Feared by so many yet they all fail to keep up with the code names. "Hold on, what do you mean fight back?"
"They uh.. uh, well, they seem to know our fighting s.. style Shar.. I mean Miss." The youth stammered. "It's almost like a fae taught them about us! Please, I have to go."
"Alright, get out of here." I released the front of his shirt, allowing him to run out of the room to complete his task. Looking around the room I spotted Caleb's signature purple hair at the control panel, barking out orders into a headset. Walking over, I tensed as I saw eyes following me, confused at the level of hostility in them. These people were my comrades, why did they look at me like I was a snake in their midst? Finally I reached the control panel. "Caleb? The Queen sent me."
The shock on Caleb's face as he looked at me was confusing, but not as much as the slightly panicked look he cast around the room at all the staring fae. "Uh, Hi Tia, come with me a second would you? I'll, uh, fill you in." He said, his professional and cool mannerism slipping slightly. Utterly perplexed I followed him into the silent room. As soon as I was through the door, I found myself being thrown against the wall with a knife at my throat as the door clicked shut. Trapped.
Shocked I looked at Caleb's enraged face. "Caleb?! Wha-"
"Shut the hell up Tia!" He growled, knife pushed further into my throat. "What the hell did you tell them?!"
...............
Kyle growled low in his throat, startling his Beta.
"Sir? Is everything okay?" Asked James, worried at the sudden outburst.
"I felt her, for a split moment, I felt her."
"Isn't that good Sir? Maybe she'll come back willingly...?"
"No!" He barked. "It was not a good thing you idiot! She was in pain and scared. It was a call for help!" James took a step back, putting himself out of arms reach if his Alpha suddenly lost control of his wolf. Kyle's chest heaved with worry, pent up fury and frustration with much of it being aimed internally. This was his entire fault. "Keep up the attacks. We will get her out."
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"WHAT THE FUCK!?" I screeched, furious at the bizarre accusation and his behaviour. "What the hell is wrong with you, you asshole?! Get off of me!" I demanded.
"Shut up bitch, tell me what you told your puppy lover. What did you tell him to get him to use you like the slut you are?" Caleb demanded, his face as purple as his hair, spit flying. "Fae are dying out there because you couldn't help but betray your kind for a doggy fuck, you piece of shit." He threw me to the floor, knife just biting into my neck as the skin slid along the blade. The shock and force of the blow stunned me, my hands clasping at my neck in response to the blade slicing the skin. My head hit the floor. The world spun. Caleb turned and followed me. His body quickly straddled mine, pinning me to the floor. Dizzy, shocked and bleeding, I was not putting up a successful fight.
"Don't worry bitch, the knife didn't cut enough to kill, only scar. Killing you would be too easy after the mass of dead fae who you are responsible for." The hatred in his eyes was the only thing I could focus on as my head spun. What the hell was going on? Why was my friend doing this? Who was yelling my name?
My questions were cut short as Caleb's knife was stabbed into the inner part of my thigh. I screamed. "Ahh, thanks. Needed somewhere to put that." His voice pierced into the fog of my mind, the pain sharp and biting, returning me to the serious situation I was in.
"Caleb, please, I don't understand." I pleaded, my voice hoarse. "What are you talking about? What dog? Last time I saw you we parted as friends...?" The confusion I felt was evident in my voice, along with the pain at his betrayal. His hand closed around my throat as he scoffed in disgust.
"My Tia is dead. No wolf whore is a friend of mine, neither is a traitor." He growled into my face, my wind pipe closed from the pressure. My hands reach to my burning throat, desperate to pull his hands away. "How dare you claim innocence, how dare you act like a saint." His grip tightened. "Tell me what the fuck you told that dog, you slut."
"I don't know what you are talking about! Plea-" His fist smashed into my face.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!!" He yelled, face purple with anger and hate. He threw me away from him, my body crashing into the opposite wall. Caleb was one the oldest fae alive: overpowering was not an option. I barely had time to breathe, let alone think, before Caleb was on me again, this time tearing at the clothes on my body. He discarded my weapons quickly into the corner, His hands then tearing at the leather and cotton. "Clearly you only talk if I satisfy the needs of your slutty body, if a dog could get you to spill all of your secrets for a quick ride in that cunt, then you'll tell me your whole life story after I fill it."
I screamed, trying to flit away from the fae, but even my mixed abilities were no match for the age and strength of my old friend. Plus, he knew me, every move I could or would make he had already predicted. His hands pinned me to the cold floor, fabric torn from my body in shreds around us. His hand came down on my face again, him laughing ludicrously as he rained punches on my face and body. Bending down he bit into the skin on my neck, causing the flesh to tear and weep, the cut reopening and flowed blood as well. He straddled my waist with his legs, but trying to buck him of was like to trying to dislodge a Buffalo, he barely moved. Pulling away from my pulsing, burning neck, he quickly turned his attention to my breasts, my chest taunting him as it heaved with my ragged breath. With a malicious smile I hadn't seen before, his hands grasped and pulled at the tender flesh, his mauling, twisting and pulling until I writhed in agony.
"GET OFF ME, YOU BASTARD! LET ME FUCKING GO!!" 'Lexter!' I screamed in my head, only to find him gone, his mind shielded from my pain. I was alone. "STOP, NO!!" I screamed as Caleb attacked my breast with his mouth, the pain almost intolerable as he bit deep into the flesh. Rearing back, I felt some of my flesh tear and go with is mouth, blood gushing from my tit, weeping red tears.
His face was smug and sadistic as he swallowed my flesh, his fae instincts loving the taste of the raw meat. "Almost as good as your mother." He stated, my pain momentarily forgotten. "Though, she wasn't as easy to best as you. Seems you are as much a whore as she was." He smirked down at me, daring me to ask the question that was biting at my tongue.
"What the hell are you talking about? Fae don't eat each other you sick fuck!" I yowled, furious that he would suggest my mother was anything but the fierce warrior she was.
"No, you're quite right slut." He sniggered, his finger digging into the new whole in my chest, my screams filling the room again. "However, traitors aren't fae anymore. You turned to doggy cock, she turned to human cock, both insatiable and traitorous sluts that had to be killed." Even through my pain, the words hit home and something seemed to click inside me.
