They did this to her because she decided to come with me. This was all my fault. I was going to make them all pay.
I rocked her and hummed until her sobs died down. Once she slowly drifted off to sleep, I slipped her body down onto the bed to give her a more comfortable position. Her arms wouldn’t allow it, but she was too tired at this point to notice their awkward angle.
I leaned my back against the wall, sitting on the bed, staring at the door anxiously waiting for what was to come. Scenarios began to run through my mind. Most of them ending in bloodshed and vengeance. It was a hope I had to hold onto. The hate would fuel my survival.
My head felt like it was detaching from my body as I leaned back against the wall. Shadows in the corners began to play with me as they ebbed and flowed back and forth as if alive.
An unfamiliar masculine voice spoke up from the darkness. “It's either kill or be killed.”
Blinking a few times, I stared into the corner but the shadows stopped moving. I was losing my mind. I had to be.
My body was more drained than I anticipated because I didn’t realize when my eyes closed or when I dozed off. The sound of the door creaking open, jerked me awake and my head was pounding from the lack of rest as my eyes tried to adjust to what was happening around me.
“Seems you’re the only two left to play with. Don’t get too comfortable,” one of the male vampires sneered before shutting the door again.
Screams, screams everywhere. It was the only symphony in the background. It took me a few moments before I realized the loudest of the screams belonged to me as I wailed to the heavens over what their statement insinuated.
Angel. Angel’s gone. She was gone.
I wept for my friend, my companion, my child—I wept for us all.
“Vik,” came Inés' cracked voice as her chains softly rattled in the background. “Vik, I'm so sorry.”
Inés wept for me but I didn’t want her fucking sympathy. I wanted my dog back.
The disembodied voice came again. “Friend, I'm recon, sent to help you two. We have to wait to make our move. My name is Ares, like the god of war.
The voice floated to me but sounded muffled. I lifted my hands and all I could see was red—my palms coated in blood. They always were. Everywhere I turned, someone I cared about died. My face fell into my blood soaked hands as I let out another sob of anguish. These hands bring nothing but death and misery.
I was a monster. They turned me into a monster that turned against his own. If that was what they wanted, then fine. I would become the monster they wished me to be.
I was a doctor. Now, I am a doctor of death.
In that moment of clarity, my humanity flew away like a bird scattering into the skies. I cared for nothing but to bring death. I chuckled darkly behind my hands.After all, that's what I was good at.Maybe it was meant to be. Maybe it was meant for me to be here because it took everything that had happened thus far, for me to find my true purpose.
To kill them all.
A new calm fell over me as I pulled my crimson hands away from my face.
“Vik? Vik, are you okay?”
A hum. All the voices were a hum.
“Ares, are you with us? We have to take these bastards down,” I stated flatly.
The darkness moved again as if it was alive behind the figure. I slowly turned to look at him and he nodded his head. Good.
Now, to find out how to kill them.
“Vik, please tell me you're ok,” Inés asked again.
“I'm fine,” I barked back.
The door creaked open at that very moment and the bastard vampires made their appearance again inside my cell. They entered with grins on their faces as if they had been waiting on this moment. I could see it in their eyes they were pleased with this new form of mental torture.
Before I could remove myself from where I sat, with inhuman speed, they grabbed me and threw me against the wall and chained my arms behind me, forcing me into a seated position. I kicked and threw my head back, slamming it into one of the vampires. I grinned as he growled and slammed my head onto the concrete floor, stunning me. My fight quickly died down from my exhaustion. I let them restrain me, keeping their focus here and not on Inés.
My stomach cramped from the never ending hunger that tormented me in the quiet moments. It had been days since I ate and my body was beginning to weaken more than I would like it to in order for me to break out of this hellhole.
