I slam into a table, and I look up to see the mirror on the wall. The purple has grown even more as it streaks through my blue like lightening around the dilating pupils.
“I’m changing,” I mumble numbly into the mirror.
“I can get you more medicine,” he says while whipping me around, and his eyes widen when he sees the crazy going on in my eyes.
“You need to get away,” I caution.
“No. I’m not leaving you. Let me get some fucking meds, and then I’ll take you to my place. You’re sleeping with me tonight, no arguments.”
I start sobbing all the harder as a new feeling spreads throughout me. My savage feels different. It doesn’t feel as threatening, but at the same time, it feels even more dangerous. I feel it consuming me now, and it’s too late for the medicine he’s promising. I look up to meet his eyes, and again his eyes show their panic.
“Fuck,” he breathes, and I smirk as I take a step back from his arms.
“I’m not going to hurt you unless you try to stop me,” I caution, and he seems so confused.
“Baby, please don’t leave me right now,” he coaxes, and it’s as if he’s talking to a woman strapped to a bomb in the middle of a crowded room. “I just want to help you.”
“I don’t need your help,” I sizzle free in my eerie tone. “Now run along, full blood, before you get hurt. You’re messing with things far beyond your control.”
“Brazen get away from her now,” Clay orders as he rushes out of the room. “Keep Nicholas back,” he says while turning to the fearful face of Grayson.
“Where is he, Clay?” I demand, and he puts himself between me and Brazen while Angelica begins pulling back the full blood in love with me.
“I don’t know. He hasn’t checked in, and his phone is off. Please take some medicine for me,” he softly prompts, and I just smile all the more deviously.
“Not going to happen. You should know better, old friend.”
“She’s acting different,” he murmurs to Grayson as he comes to take his side.
“She isn’t acting like we do when we lose it, but she sure the fuck isn’t her,” Grayson chirps.
“I’m more me than I ever have been. I suggest you let me leave without any problems. I’ll find him on my own,” I rattle out confidently, sex slithering around in my tone, and my hair swishes as I turn on my heel and head toward Clay’s apartment.
Brazen’s panic brings an even bigger smile to my face as I hear him behind my back saying, “Where’s she going? You can’t let her go anywhere like that. What if she hurts-”
“You can’t stop her. I have to try and get a hold of Hale,” Clay interrupts, and I just keep my stride as I go to find something more suitable to wear for my reunion with my love.
The bar is oozing with sweat, sex, and the stench of full bloods layering the floors as they sip their whiskey and bask in their drunken glory. Out in the middle of nowhere, this place is the place where even the scum are too good to travel. The loud music rattles the walls with less aggression than I soon will, and the smoky filled air is laced with traces of alcohol breath and stale memories of death.
“A hybrid,” one snorts, and I smirk before he goes flying across the bar and into the wall.
The obnoxious music ceases, and all eyes glare at me for the out-of-place situation I’m in. I can smell him though. He was here. He’s not here now, but he was. One of them will know where he went just like the last bar I visited that now lies in shambles, the wind still carrying its ashes through the air as a warning to anyone that opposes me.
“Who the fuck are you?” one growls.
“I’m the one who is going to tear you to shreds if you don’t tell me where Hale Banner is,” I threaten, and they all look beyond pissed after my little warning.
“I don’t know who the fuck Hale Banner is, nor do I give a fuck. You need to leave now, doll, before this gets ugly.”
“This whole damn bar is already full of ugly. I just plan on sprucing it up,” I retort, and then I feel a bullet shattering against my invincible skin.
The wide eyes of all are met with my streaked purple and menacing ones as I dust off the fragments which have made a hole in my black leather corset.
“I just got this,” I murmur menacingly before looking back up, and then I fling my hands out to throw them all through the walls of the shack built in the disguise of a bar. Bottles shatter, bones crack, and the walls crash into rubble as I effortlessly walk through the debris. My clothes are ripped by the firing bullets, uranium tipped knives, and shards flying toward me, but I remain unfazed as I use both gifts at once, dusting the silly uranium fragments off me like specks of sand.
Then the unstoppable finale brings all the remaining lives to a halt as the bar explodes around me. The air ripples as it carries the sound around, and the blinding lights just illuminate my destruction. I smirk as I walk away, and I grab another car to drive before using my gift to draw my name in the fire. I’ll find him, or I’ll lead him to me. Either way, I’m not stopping until we’re together.
The dirt slings up behind me as I feel I’m getting closer. My phone rings, and I crush it in my hands when I see that full blood’s name on it. What fool hybrid is torn between a full blood and a hybrid? The choice is simple, and now I can make it easily without pause.
