21 - Evil Incases

Location Unidentified

Romanov
Being an Alpha King, my senses were unlimitedly heightened. Morphing back into my human form, I run my hands through my hair as I stalk through the dark forest. I was close - for her delicious scent radiated through my nose; torturing me with the fact that it was so fucking close - yet so far.

"Bridgette," Klaus muttered at the back of my near distracted mentality.

It had seemed, that now my father was breathing again, it had triggered something in the Wolf. Bridgette's unwanted prescience in the pain of being run over by a loaded truck must have allowed him to remember just what kind of person Bridgette is. She was a girl that wasn't to be trusted, and I, for one, had grown tired of her ill ministrations.

I would have killed her the moment I knew she was alive. But, Klaus was not one to bargain such a deal.

Reman had proved more powerful than Klaus - which seemed near impossible due to the fact that Klaus was even more powerful than me. It must be Sativa's mark, a mark that ran deeper than a physical mark. But then again, a mental mark is done unconsciously - though the effect of it is endless.

I had a fair share of where Aldag kept my mate. It was a place that I feared for her safety - then again, when the hell am I not caring for her safety? I gritted my teeth, it was one of his many warehouses. He would take Kiev and I here when his schemes and testings upon us got to loud for the ears and minds of the Pack; who he feared would report him to Elders.

However, nobody dared to report his acts. For the knew that he was a powerful man, and he could always send people to do the murdering for him swiftly.

No traces back to him.

No suspicions.

And, as we were a Fascist Pack - the Elders generally had no business in our work. Except, when they requested to bring a criminal to justice by using the sentencing of an Alpha.

Much like Sativa's case.

I growled lowly as I thought of all the shit that Aldag had in that warehouse. But, because I had marked her, I would feel every damn pain.

Of course, it would not be as profound as is she had marked me physically. It was easier to find her because I had a hold on her.

A Soulmate's hold.

One that I had tried many time to sever unsuccessfully.

I quicken my pace as the sight of the warehouse gets closer. An old cigarette factory; one that had closed down due to a flash fire in the eighties. Sticking my hands into my pockets, I let a slow smirk slide unto the creases of my scarred face.

I would enjoy watching myself murder my father a second time in nothing that is short of a hundred years.

I chuckle humorlessly, "I cannot begin to count how many that have the 'privilege' to say that."

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Location Unidentified

Sativa
The cold metal slid across my cheeks as I snapped my eyes open, only for them to meet with the eyes of Aldag.

"Awake?" It was more of a rhetorical question as I warily eyed the Swiss knife that slid its way up and down my bruised cheek. "I was awaiting your arrival."

I swallowed thickly.

This time, I was no long in a cell. I was on a long, white gurney - one that was situated in a dimly lit room.

Apart from the gurney, nothing else embellished the room except for a small, white framed window to the right. A dull Natalya, Nathan and Amiya stood to my left, each holding a silver speargun aimed at me. Aldag had a sinisterly pointed frown upon his lips.

My hands and feet were bound with handcuffs to the sides of the gurney. I hissed lowly, they burned. I was unlucky this time, for it was drenched with some Lyman.

"It's shame, isn't it?"

I turn my head to his crackly voice, "What is?"

"The fact that your friends betrayed you?"

"Yeah," I gently murmur, surprised at the little tear that slid down my cheek.

It was easier to make him understand that I actually believed him when he said that my 'friends' had betrayed me. I don't know if he actually expected me to believe that Nathan - who lived a continent away - was here. He was almost as foolish as his insightful son.

"So," I slide my cold eyes over to his. I had never been one to accept defeat. "Now you have me here, what the hell do you plan on doing?"

"I would kill you," he smirked, drawing the tip of the knife over the skin of exposed flesh on my thighs.

"What is stopping you from doing it then?" I grit my teeth as his eyes roam themselves up and down my barely covered body in lust.

My God.

"Well," his eyes snapped back to mine. "It would be much more fun to do it in the sight of my foolish son."

"He isn't coming here," I bite my lip. "Don't waste your time waiting on him, Aldag."

He only gives me a pointed smile, "That is where you are wrong." I pressed my nails into my palm as he lays a kiss on my forehead.

I shiver with disgust as he walks away. He kiss was nothing like Romanov's - hell, no one's kiss was like his. And, as much as it pained to admit it, it is true.

"Where are you going?" I call out, curious at his acts.

He stopped, then turned around to face me with a sort of twisted amusement in his eyes, "Why of course, to welcome my beloved son."

I had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well.

"Aldag," I hissed, pulling at the silver, drenched chains.

But, he was already gone.

Romanov is an Alpha King - his father hadn't technically given down his powers to Romanov yet, so he was still as powerful as him - if not more. Ideally, Romanov would have the natural powers of an Alpha; being more enhanced for him due to his Royal Bloodline. But, so far as Aldag, his father, has not traditionally placed upon his Alpha position to his son - his powers remain.

I sighed gently as a familiar thud danced around my head, I was thinking too, too much for a teenager.

I lay there, the Three Musketeers still staring with their weapons aimed at me as I briefly wondered if Romanov was truly coming.

"Of course he is," Vienna admonished. Somehow managing to crack our separation in my state of distraction. "He's our freaking mate, Sativa."

"Who rejected us."

"For reasons unbeknown to us," she snarled. "If he marked us you'd have died and still blame him."

True.

"Leave me alone," I snap.

"I'm sorry for upsetting you," she said gently as I calmed myself. The three duplicates still staring at me with their spearguns. "But I cannot let you live in ignorance all your life."

I crease my brows, "What are you suggesting I do?"

"Wait for him."

"And, he will come?"

She sighed patiently, "Don't you trust the man at all?"

"No."

She drew in a sharp breath to reprimand me, "Sativa."

"Fine."

There is silence.

"Wish me luck?" I smirk.

She giggles, "Fuck off."

My slightly acquired humor died down as I stared at the three unnerving beings. I said nothing as they stared at me - their spearguns faced closer to me. Their darkened eyes pointed at me. I supposed the weirdest aspect of the illusionary that Aldag made me believe was the fact that a six-year old was holding an ill speargun.

It was practically impossible to deactivate their duplication without the consent of the person or who had carried out the act.

Aldag.

I let my eyes scan the dirty room, looking for anything at all that could help me help myself out of this situation. I could prove to Romanov that I didn't need his saving; I could prove that I was an independently- based, Lycanthrope female.

Biting my lip in slight frustration and disappointment in the fact that Aldag had been specific in keeping all his weapons on a metal table about three feet away from me was a smart one. It was a small silver table with wheel, and on it, various knives and guns. Honestly, I hadn't batted an eyelash at the sight of the various reminders on the many different ways that I could be killed. But, I had seen worse in my nineteen years.

"Nathan," I clear my throat as I try a different reproach.

A pair of cold, dying eyes slid over me, "Yes, Sativa?"

I fought the urge to shiver as I stared black orbs that my brother had for his eyes, "Is that really you in there?"

"Shut up," Amiya hisses, raising the speargun higher.

"I wasn't talking to you," I bit out, but she remained firm.

"Not another word."

I swallow was I stare at Natalya. Her eyes were as dark as the others, but there was something heavenly unrecognizable that lingered in her eyes. It was different from that of the others. "Natalya, it isn't you."

It was more of a statement, and my tone was quite firm.

A low growl emanated from her mouth, "I am warning you to refrain from talking."

"You are all being possessed," I cried softly. "I don't know for sure what is happening here - but I am certain that you aren't real."

"Shut up, Sativa."

I scoff, "Well, make me."

Even with loaded spearguns aimed at me, a room of three unpredictable persons, and a table full of weaponry that could kill me in a matter of seconds, it still managed to be able to run my lips as fast as a Ferrari.

What can I say, it's always been a talent of mine.

"Amiya," Nathan's soulless orbs planted themselves on the unerringly, ill little girl.

"You do not have to ask me twice," the low tone from such a little girl never ceasing to encase my mind.

I watch her until she disappears from my sight, a slow smirk on Nathan's face, and an expressionless one on Natalya's. I sigh mentally as the little girl returns, clutching the dreaded object in her little pale, frail hands.

Duck Tape.

I don't object as her cold hands pull the tape, the echoing sound of the material splitting as she sliced it with her sharp teeth. I pulled my lips shut as she placed a generous amount of tape over my lips.

Well, I had asked for it.

The sound of the door being thrown open again startled me, but I regained my composure as I turned my head to the door, my eyes meeting with that of Aldag's. Behind him followed someone that drew an apt profanity for my lips.

It was Romanov.

A smile lit its way up my lips, but soon faded away as my eyes connected with his.

They were dark.

Almost as if he too were possessed by the unnatural.

They were unmoving.

Dead.

They were soulless.

He was one of them.

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© V.L Khan