“Why are you doing this to me? You already have enough power! Just let Xander and me go!”
“One can never have enough power, just like a heroin addict can never have enough hits. Xander is already one of us; there is no going back for him.”
I watched Xander creep up chillingly behind Dalton on his freshly mutated legs. His back was slightly hunched over, which still made him tower over me, bringing himself to stand behind Dalton and wait for whatever fate he had in store for me.
Dalton ran his thumb down my cheek, still keeping me firmly pinned against the fence. “You really are a ravishing creature. Too bad your time is about to run short.”
I turned my head away from him, cringing from his touch.
“I am sorry it has to be this way, Adelay. If I could keep you alive and still have your blood then I would do so…actually I probably wouldn’t, but either way this is just the way it has to be. My master asked and he shall receive, and I shall forever reap the benefits.”
“Go to hell!” I spat in his face.
He flinched before looking back at me with rage. His hand reared back, slapping me hard across the face. Instantly a metal taste formed on my lower lip.
“You little bitch! I will make sure your sacrifice will be very, very painful.”
“Thank you for your hospitality, asshole.”
He tossed me into Xander’s arms with more strength then I had ever felt before. I coughed from the impact, spitting a little blood from the skin he had broken with his powerful blow.
“Take her to Gorman’s tomb.”
Xander roughly flung me over his shoulder, bounding toward the iconic tomb in Hanover’s cemetery that ironically rose above every other gravestone.
CHAPTER THREE
A large gold plaque mounted securely above the small wooden door of the tomb read: GORMAN. Xander kicked open the closed door, slamming it into the wall and making it nearly rip right off its hinges. Since this was a tomb, the presence of a body was nowhere in sight. Though what actually was inside would’ve made a dead body more welcomed. Hell, even a rotted, decomposed body would have put my stomach more at ease.
Placed in the middle of the tomb stood a worn wooden sacrificial table with rusted metal shackles bolted to all four corners of it. A thin line unquestionably made to catch the running blood was grooved deep into the edge of the table and ended at a small hole drilled through the wood at the bottom, where a gold chalice sat beneath it, ready to catch whatever liquid came through the hole to graciously fill it. Perfectly centered underneath the table was an upside-down pentagram built solely out of smooth black rocks. The sign of the devil.
A small altar covered with a silk black cloth sat catty-corner from the table stocked with an array of black candles flickering on top of it, their light was reflecting off of a skinny gold dagger with foreign words and symbols inscribed down the smooth shiny blade. Everything must have been made from gold, since silver was deadly to werewolves; even if Dalton was part demon too.
Xander tossed me off of his shoulder and onto the cold cement floor. My elbow scraped the cement leaving a smear of blood behind, and the wound stung like a fresh rug burn.
“Xander please, it doesn’t have to be this way. I know you’re in there somewhere!”
His black eyes glanced at me briefly with no emotion behind them before he turned away, letting out a vicious snarl. So, maybe I was wrong. He was nowhere to be found, but I had to stall him from placing me on the table that would only lead to my impending sacrifice. He ignored my words, brushing the rusty shackles aside to make room for my body. My inner voice screamed inside my head for someone to help me.
Why wasn’t Davin sensing I was in danger like he had every other time? It had been way too long already and for the first time I feared Davin wasn’t coming to my rescue tonight. Xander made his way over to the wall I had scooted myself firmly against, roughly yanking me to my feet by my arm. My fight to pull myself in the opposite direction only made him tighten his grasp and force me further into him where he wrapped his huge arm around my waist and carried me to the table -despite my frantic struggling against him.
With an effortless turn of his wrist, he flipped me over on my back onto the hard wood surface, raising my arms above my head and quickly clipping the first shackle to my left arm.
Fear clutched inside my chest, pushing its way into my throat. “Xander don’t do this to me!” I kicked my feet at him as he tried to shackle them too. His clawed hand fit around my ankles, holding them both tightly in place. “We had so much planned together! It can’t end this way!” Tears streamed down my cheeks. “Dammit Xander, listen to me please!” I pleaded.
“Reminiscing about a future that will never be will not do you any good. He listens to only me. I am his master now.” Dalton stood in the doorway of the tomb and was back to one of his various human forms.
This time he was the man I had encountered on the road that first rainy night when Davin had come to my rescue. Tonight, his long black hair was pulled into a ponytail. His yellow eyes stood out amongst his gaunt face.
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