[Kicks her] Wake up, princess.
Go away.
[Grabs her by the hair] That’s not very nice.
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[Kicks her] Wake up, princess.
Go away.
[Grabs her by the hair] That’s not very nice.
[Kicks her] Wake up, princess.
Angel looked around the dark room that she had been held for what felt like months. In all honesty, she had lost track of the days after the first week and they slowly seemed to be getting longer and longer. And with each passing day, it became much harder for her to hide the secret that she was so sure that he wanted. He had mentioned it the first night they met, but he, like everyone else, wasn’t sure what it was that set her apart. And she wasn’t too keen on letting him see the only secret that she had left. To say that he had bruised her would have been an understatement and even at the fast rate that he body healed, it struggled to do so when he came to deliver blows at any time he saw fit. Hearing the sound of the door opening, Angel sat herself up and tried not to wince or give in to the tingling sensation in her back where her wings rested.
"Good evening," Xavier spoke, a cold smirk forming on his face. For weeks, he had kept Angel and persevered in discovering her secret. While he wanted this information above anything else, he also enjoyed making Angel's experience more than unpleasant. "Missed me?" He continued, followed by a small laugh. Walking closer to her, he grabbed her by the throat, lifting her up until she was standing. "Tell me, do you think this is some kind of game? Because I won't tire," he shrugged. He let her go briefly only to grip her arms with great force; his claws beginning to dig into her flesh. "Or maybe what I need to do is pay Eli a visit. He might enjoy this same treatment."
Cringing slightly from his touch and the closeness of their skin, Angel looked away from him. “I haven’t, actually. And there’s no reason for you to tell me, I know that I smell good.” Her father had always warned her when she was younger that other supernatural beings would form a queue in hopes of getting close to and possibly killing her if they found out what she was. She knew that her smell was enough to attract a wolf, she learned that from all of Eli’s family. But they were kind and tame, Xavier on the other hand, he was not. And she could feel the familiar itch in her back indicating that her wings were threatening to expand, a defense mechanism that was being triggered by her semi-panicked state. “Fine,” she hissed, looking around. “Whatever you’re planning to do, let’s do it away from here.”
"Oh, you know, huh? Now...," his words trailed slowly. "Would you mind sharing that little secret of yours?" Xavier quirked an eyebrow. He hadn't quite pinpointed what Angel was but it was more than obvious that she wasn't human. Her scent gave away that much. "And please let's skip over the part where you deny knowing what I'm talking about," he shook his head and laughed. Pausing for a moment, he mulled over her suggestion. He deemed it a good one. There would be no point in attracting any attention. Certainly, her disappearance would not go unnoticed and he'd like to avoid any interaction with another wolf tonight. "Fine," he conceded. Keeping a firm grip on her arm, he dragged her out of the party, past unsuspecting party guests. More and more, isolation became an attainable goal.
Angel could feel herself wanting to scream, but she couldn’t, not with the hand over her mouth. However, when she was pulled away from the crowd and finally brought face to face with the man that had grabbed her. Leaning away from him, she tried to not feel nervous and to keep her breathing steady. But at the sight of his fangs and the red in his eyes, she felt her breath hitch in the back of her throat. And not in the way Eli usually did, this time, it was from fear. “No, we haven’t, but I’d prefer if we kept it that way.” Trying to snatch herself free from his grip, she gritted her teeth and clenched her jaw.
"I'm afraid that I can't let you go quite yet," Xavier wore a wicked grin. Despite how calm Angel tried to appear, he could smell the fear from her. "You're awfully pretty and," Xavier paused for a moment and leaned in close to her, taking in the rest of her scent. "You smell incredibly delicious," he growled a bit, nose dragging across her cheek for a moment. "The name's Xavier Jones, by the way. I suspect you've heard a lot about me," he laughed dryly.
Xavier couldn't and wouldn't allow the opportunity to have a little fun escape him. There was no better way to have fun then to show up uninvited to a party and luckily, the party also had just the people he was looking for. In any event, any person would have sufficed as Xavier was simply out for blood. It was his favorite sport. He'd spotted Eli and his girlfriend, Angel, earlier in the night but he was biding his time just right. He'd been patient enough and now he wanted his fun. Xavier grabbed a hold of an almost unsuspecting Angel. Pulling her from the crowd, no one seemed to notice as they were all too busy mingling, dancing, drinking, and just having an all around good time. "We haven't met, have we?" He grinned, fangs protruding.
[Screams, trying to pull his hand away]
[Laughs and pulls his hand away before striking her right cheek once more]. Sleep tight, little one. [Delivers a hard blow to her head]
I hit 18… [Spits blood in his face] That’s what matters…
[Wipes the blood from his face] Wrong move. [Digs his claws into her side again, twisting his hand]
[Falls to the ground, struggling to stand]
[Laughs] This is going to be some 18th, isn't it? [Digs his claws into her shoulder, bringing her to her feet]
[Claws at his hands, struggling to breathe] Please…
[Releases her but delivers a blow to her head]
[Screams out in pain] Please… Please, just stop..
[Grabs her by the neck] Oh, I'm not quite done yet.
[Continues to stumble backwards] Please.
[Moves forward] Why? This is fun. [Digs his claws into her side before pulling them out again]
[Holds her face, stumbling backward] Stop.
[Laughs] I don't have a reason to.
[Takes a step back] Okay, seriously? Can’t you save all of this until after my birthday? I’m about to turn 18 and this would be a real bummer.
18, huh? Bummer. I don't take kindly to waiting. [Strikes her face]
Amusing.
[Extends his claws] I'd hate to mark up that beautiful face.