Murder? It's like clockwork. Vos invites me to his private office to find out all about my 'boyfriend's' disgust and dramatic exit, and I simply ask to go to the private restroom, appearing distraught. I take out the stake, I hide behind the door and then I say...

"Can you help me, Vos? I'm stuck, I locked myself in," I whimper it, suggestively, "Please... Doctor?"

"Silvia," Vos is so confident, he is there at the door already, "I knew if you didn't agree to die, you'd at least seduce me... I always knew you craved me..."

I let out a wanton moan, as I wait on the other side, as he opens the door for me, and I move to hide behind it, shirt off to distract him with my exposed tits that I rub with one hand.

Vos comes around the door, and I come around him.

With adrenaline alone, and his eyes on my chest, I manage to stab the stake right through his heart. The effort is minimal. The silver stake cuts through the vampire like butter.

Nor is this moment a bloody mess, but a different kind of mess.

A Lycan howls as the whole world changes.

Everything around me, shifts to form a new kind of reality.

I'm no longer in the hospital.

Fog clouds around me, so thick it's like smoke from a fire.

When I turn around, I see dead tree branches lurking around me, reaching out like curious fingers. I can't feel the air. But the fog breathes in and out, and it looks cold.

As I turn around and around to get my bearings – Doctor Vos is...

...alive?

Vos is standing right there in front of me, with no wound to his chest, but his doctor's clothes intact. The stake in my hand is covered in blood, but he is healed. It didn't add up.

"Interesting choice," Vos looks at me in awe, rather than anger, as he leans back against a dead tree trunk, hands in his pockets, "While death is an easy way to get access to the Under realm... you accessed it through intent and sin. My suspicions were correct, Silvia. You're already pregnant... and still mad in love with a Lycan," and he still can't comprehend why.

I look around for an exit, while Doctor Vos suddenly lunges toward me, fangs out in a sudden snarl to subdue me.

I do not cower, though I stand trembling, as he's grasped my wrists, and squeezes roughly until I let go of the stake.

"Are we in hell?" I whisper up at Vos as he sizes up my pulsing neck.

"No," Vos hisses over me, "This is –"

Vos can't finish when his head is ripped from his shoulders and tossed like a football high into the fog, in under a small second. I watch as blood violently spurts high like a fountain, while his corpse falls back. A Lycan's shadow appears from the fog.

I look up at the 8-ft monster who came to save me after all, his fur still shaded midnight for mating.

"This isn't hell," Onyx growls over me, stepping over Vos' body, "It's just a graveyard. Limbo. The Under."

"Then why am I here?" I ask. Onyx doesn't keep his distance this time, he towers over me, his wolf head tilts down to see my confusion, awe and shock, "I was meant to get a key and escape the hospital," I whisper, "You didn't tell me this would happen –"

"Pick up the stake," Onyx commands me, his lip curled up in a slightly irritated snarl.

I look down to see the stake is located under his foot and sharp claws.

I drop to my knees in the soft ashy black dirt, as I put my hand on the side of the stake and look up at Onyx, waiting for him to move his foot.

"Can you please move–"

Onyx's crimson red eyes flash, his drool starts to drip down toward me, his cock jerks, almost getting hard again.

"I'm enjoying the view of you, pup," Onyx admits, a seductive growl, "...but despite your beauty... you talk too much."

I smile and I shrug, "I'm crazy too apparently. You'll get used to it."

Onyx surprisingly moves his foot, allowing me access, and so I pick up the bloody stake and wipe it off in the soil.

I stand back up and pass it to him.

"Come with me," Onyx takes the weapon and throws it aside.

"Where to now?" I ask.

"Hell."

One word is uttered and Onyx dares me to question why.

Instead, I do up my hospital gown that I pulled apart. Onyx watches me do up one button, two, three then the other remaining four.

I put my hands at my sides and meet Onyx in the eye, letting him know my intent. We would communicate on all levels here, no matter how down and dirty I was for his wild sex drive.

Onyx raises a claw and lazily swipes it down through the middle, popping every single button I just did up.

I watch them scatter across the ground and get swallowed by the shifting soil.

I grimace and look up as my tits fall out again. I swipe my long blonde hair over my shoulders and I see Onyx trying to hide a devious smile.

"Lycan's patrol hell, we protect it, and I also have a residence there. A house," Onyx let's that settle in, "Where you'll live."

"Part time?" I hope. Onyx tilts his head as if to agree, "What do you patrol in hell?"

"Mortals try to explore hell, and since it is forbidden – we slaughter the reckless," Onyx explains generously.

"You know what I just realised, you handsome beast? This is the most normal conversation we've ever had," I say, "I like talking to you."

"I plan on it being the last conversation... for a good while," Onyx's saliva increases, and I notice his dick jerk again.

"Ooh?" I raise a brow.

"In hell," Onyx leans down to snarl over my face, "I'll be fucking your face until your tongue goes numb and you can't talk for a week," It could be dirty talk with anyone else, but with Onyx it's a real threat. I squeeze my thighs together and step forward to him, reaching for his hand. I slip my fingers through his and he pulls away to look at me in complete disgust, "Don't ever do that again," he snarls it, "Insolence, Silvia."

As I try not to laugh at his response to holding hands, even in the face of his angry snarl, Onyx swipes me up and hauls me over his shoulder. Slipping me further back, until his furry hand holds my ankles and the blood rushes straight to my head.

I beat his butt with my hands.

"I'm not a sack of potatoes!" I yell.

"Be quiet, you little fuck pup, you'll regret your fucking insolence," Onyx's snarl is demonic and terrifying. As I let out a small exhale, I look up as I hear pawing.

Feet.

Lycan feet.

Behind us, I look up and see Onyx's whole pack of Lycan's walking behind. They are so silent despite their huge size and weight. They watch me with disgust, interest and malevolence.

I quickly look back down, feeling my heart race.

Maybe I shouldn't have treated Onyx so lightly, he took it as disrespect when I didn't acknowledge his top position.

Hmm. I'd worry about that later.

I wonder where actual hell is.

Where we are all going.

It's not that surprising, actually.

We eventually reach a burning entrance. The crimson flames aren't hot, but sinful to the touch.

They lick up from a set of stairs leading down, of which Onyx skips down easily, three at a time.

He knew this place well.

His second home... and now mine.