《My Beloved Mate》Chapter 17: Monsters With Red Eyes
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It was cold and damp.
I knew it was my fault for standing up and trying to make sure no one was hurt. I failed because the soldiers placed outside the safe house all died. I watched them struggle as they slowly bled and then take their last breath. I shouldn't have tried to do anything because it was useless, I was useless.
I looked down at my sprained leg and winced when I moved it slowly. Fuck, that's gonna hurt if it's not fixed soon. I looked around to find something-anything to help me use to fix my sprained ankle. But there was nothing. It was just dark, damp and cold. I still had Zechariah's shirt on and some shorts. Everything hurt, because of our mating and because I was manhandled by the enemies.
I looked around in the dark and tried to find somewhere to sit and not be noticed. "You're not getting out anytime soon." I heard a low whisper. I turned around towards the noise and tried to find who spoke or I was just imagining it.
"Who, uh, who's there?" I stuttered holding my arms up to protect myself.
"A prisoner. Like you," it whispered back.
"What's your name?" I asked looking in the direction of the voice and noticed a small figure on the wet ground. "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough to know that there is no hope." It spoke again. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman. I crawled towards the person, I thought it was a person and when I was right in front of them, I reached out. "No one is coming."
I touched the person's skin and how dirty it was. They were skinny that I could feel their bones. "Someone will come. My mate will come and when he does, he'll free us both." I spoke with certainty because I had faith in Zechariah to find me.
"You can keep hoping, but soon it'll fade." He spoke back. I knew it was a guy for sure because of how deep his voice was, but he sounded like a woman in the beginning.
"How long have you been here?" I asked again, as we sat side by side.
"Very long." His voice was still low and weak. "So long that I don't even know what year it is."
"It's almost spring of 2020," I answered.
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"Oh," he whispered as he leaned back and looked up at the ceiling that was dripping. "It's been five years."
I stared at the man and looked over his haggard features. It was hard to notice since the darkness but I could see some parts of him. He was skinny, like sickly skinny. His whole had grime and soot, his eye held no light or hope and his hair was long and messy. He had slight beard growing. He had ragged shirt and shorts on with holes and dirt. "My name is Lionel, what's yours?" I asked the man.
"Hikaru." He answered with a low voice.
"Nice to meet you," I spoke as I sat next to him with my legs tucked close and leaning back.
"It shouldn't be. You should be trying to get out of here. Away from me." Hikaru spoke as he turned his head to me.
"Why?" I asked looking at him but I was only answered with silence.
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Hikaru feels asleep short while after our little chat. I stayed up to make sure no one came in and harmed either one of us. I looked around trying to find something that would help us escape. There was nothing in this damn cell, I knew Zeck was coming for me but I wasn't going to wait around and try to get out myself, if that didn't work then I would wait for Zeck.
As I tried to find something to help me, I heard footsteps approaching us rapidly. I sat up straight and looked to the movement beside me see Hikaru was up as well. "Don't do anything dumb." He whispered to me and nodded, knowing that I should be a little scared of my kidnappers.
"Here is your food and water." He slid a bowl with gray looking mashed potatoes and water to me through a little gate. He looked at the man I was sitting next to and smirked. "You can have him as food, but don't kill him or you're dead."
"What does that mean?!" I yelled after the man as he scoffed at me. "Why the hell am I here?" I screamed but the guy walked away without answering me. I walked up to the cell doors and shook the bars to get their attention. "Answer me!" But they didn't listen, no one did. This made me turn towards Hikaru. "What did he mean by that?" I asked him curiously as I grabbed the water and chugged it down. Even though it tasted like dirt, I drank because I was very thirsty.
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"I don't think would like to find out." He muttered.
"I would very much like to find out." I urged on.
"Back off." He said. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Why would hurt me?" I asked. He was confusing me more and more. Hikaru turned away from me and fave upwards. He didn't speak and there was silence. It was awkward, the only sound was of the water dripping to the floor and both of our breaths.
I wonder what Zechariah was doing. He was probably making a plan to kill everyone and get me. I chuckled at the thought but it scared me at the same time because I didn't know if he was safe as fought those other wolves. They didn't seem like wolves, they were scarier and less human or wolf-like. I wanted to get out of here and go to him. I wanted to hug Zechariah as hard as possible and never let go. I wanted to sleep in his embrace and wake up and see his face. He was my first is almost everything and I had so many more things I want to do with him. God, or whatever being is out there, please keep him safe. I prayed as I closed my eyes.
"I am a monster," Hikaru spoke after a while. I turned towards with all my attention. I wanted him to go on so I didn't speak. "I hurt many people when I was a youngling. I even killed many of them. I, uh, I almost killed my own mother once but my father was there to save her."
I didn't know what to say. "I am at least 287 years old and I've spent at least 20 years here." He answered. I crawled towards him and looked at his face that was cast down. "I don't want to hurt you like I hurt others," his voice broke as he said those words.
"What are you?" I whispered.
Slowly, he turned his head towards me and the first thing I noticed was the red eyes and then the fags that's was sticking out from his upper lips. "That very thing your mate and humans like you don't think that exists." He answered with a growl.
"Oh my god," I gasped as I pushed myself back. Hikaru stalked up to me until he was so close I could feel his cool breath on my face. He looked down at me with hunger in his eyes, he wasn't looking at me but my neck. Then his eyes travel to my face and when he saw me, his eyes changed back, and his face fell.
"I told you, you wouldn't like me if you knew." He whispered.
I just stared at him in shock. I didn't think Vampires exist but I guess since werewolves do, so would Vampires. I just didn't think I would encounter one. "I, uh, I don't know what to say," I spoke softly. "I, um, I'm not scared just shocked okay?" I tried to explain myself but Hikaru only scoffed.
"Stop your blabbering. I already knew you would be scared and you should be." He warned like he wanted to distance himself from me. I knew I was in danger but for some reason, I trusted him not to hurt me when I just met him.
"No," I stood up and walked over to him. "Yes, I was scared but I know you wouldn't hurt me. You didn't when you could've. I trust you. And about your past, it's in the past, as long as you promise to be better is all that matters."
Hikaru sighed and looked at me with a raised eyebrow, "I know you have more to say, on with then." I smiled as I sat down in front of him.
"I have a plan and I need your help and need to know your abilities," I whispered to makes sure no one heard us. "So, show me what you can do."
I pushed my wrist towards him, offering my blood. Hikaru looked at me and then my wrist hesitantly. "Are you sure? I age my fed in a long while I could seriously hurt you." He said and nodded. Hikaru sighed before slowly sling his teeth into my wrist and taking a gulp. It didn't hurt like I thought it would. It was quick and when I realized then Hikaru was licking the blood that had dipped and then wiped his mouth. "Thank you."
"I knew you wouldn't kill me." I joke. "Now, I'm too serious business."
"Go on." He smirked with his red eyes.
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