Chapter 51

Roxy POV

I enter the small room to speak with Soul. He is tied to a chair. There is still blood on the floor from where the hunters killed Damien. The room smells of death, and yet Soul looks like a beacon of light sitting in the middle of utter disaster.

"Hello, my friend," Soul says to me as I walk toward him.

I touch his face softly and lean down to kiss his lips. "I love you so much, Soul. I always have loved you, and I will after the hunters take your life. I need you to help me," I say to him, smiling and hoping his soft, humble side will be the one here today.

"You know I cannot help you, my love. The evil that waits for me is much worse than anything these hunters can do to me. The dark one, he will not be happy about any of this. I know what you want. You want to know where Damien hid the women, and I simply cannot tell you," Soul says calmly.

I touch his face. He closes his eyes and leans into my hand. At times Soul can be so tender, but I know he is a monster in reality. I know this man or vampire has harmed many people. Soul and Damien are both monsters; no matter the reason they did it, they are still monsters.

"I need to find her, and you know it. Please tell me where I can find her," I ask Soul.

Soul shakes his head. "You think she is still alive after all of these years. Oh, my precious number one, that is why you agreed to live with me and love me. You only wanted to save your sister. I am sorry, but she is long gone, a servant of hell. She signed a contract, and now she is his forever," Soul says.

I look around the room and see the pliers still on the floor. I could take his fangs. I could hurt him like he hurt so many. Should I stoop to his level? Does it deserve all this pain and then death? Yes, he does. My love for him torments me.

"You think she will save you, don't you? Rhea, the love you long for so much. She is the one for you, is she not?" I ask Soul.

Soul looks away from me. "I do love her, and you know it. I love you both. Can I not love both of you, number one?" Soul asks me.

"No, a man loves only one woman, not hundreds," I say to him. Soul laughs in my face. I am a foul to love this vampire.

I kick his chair, making it fall back, putting Soul on his back tied to the chair. "What are you doing, you crazy bitch?" Soul screams at me as I straddle him.

I sit down on him and ready to give him his punishment. "You punished me so many times, and you made me an example for the new girls, remember Soul? How many times have you fucked me harder than you should? How many times did you hurt me? How many beatings and punishments did you put me through? You know how many? Too damn many?" I scream at him.

"You needed discipline, but I loved you. I wanted you to be a good girl for me. I want you to be a compliant little whore, "Soul says.

"I am not your whore anymore, Soul," I scream at him.

I grab the back of his head and pull his hair tight in my hand. The pressure forces his mouth open for me. I take the pliers and begin to pry his fangs out of his mouth one at a time. Soul screams in pain.

The hunters come back to see what the hell is going on in the back room. "What is going on in here?" Charlie asks.

I do not answer him. I keep pulling the fangs. I want all of his teeth, not just his fangs. I do not want him ever to be able to bite anyone ever again. "I hate you, Soul!" I scream at him as I pull teeth after finishing with his fangs.

Soul's face is bloody, and his eyes are vacant from the pain I am inflicting on him. The hunters watch as I continue my assault on Soul.

Soul mumbles something as I pull the last tooth from his mouth. "The witch! You can ask the witch, and she will tell you where they are located. I do not know where Damien kept them. He always kept that a secret," Soul says to me.

I slap him in the face as hard as I can hit him. I ball up my fist and keep hitting him in the face. "I love you, number one, always," Soul says.

"No, you do not love me, you bastard vampire. I hate you!" I scream at him.

The hunters grab me by the arms and pull me off of him. Charlies hands me a blade. "One stab with this through the heart, and he will be dead. If you want to do it, here," Charlie says to me.

I take the blade into my hand and look at it, then look at Soul. Soul, my former master, is tied and bleeding from the mouth. His blood runs down his face and onto the floor and blends in with the bloodstains from Damien. The site of him bleeding is almost relaxing to me.

I take the blood and hold it firmly. I stab Soul with as much force as I can muster up inside me and send through my hand into his heart. "Die, master! Fucking Die!" I scream at him. I pull the blade out and begin stabbing him over and over. Soul only screams once, and then he is silent as I keep stabbing him long after he is dead.

Charlie pulls me off of Soul and pulls me into his arms. "He is dead; it is over for you," Charlie says.

"No, it is not over; the devil has a contract on my sister. I need to save her," I say, crying into Charlie.

"We can help you. What did he tell you? Did he give you any information on where to find them?" Charlie asks.

"He said to find the witch, and she would tell us where to find the women. He also said my sister is a servant of the devil now. How is the hell will I get her back?" I cry into Charlie's chest.

Charlie puts his big strong hand on my back and tries to comfort me. "We will figure it out, sweetie. I promise you," Charlies says to me.

Rhea comes to the door and sees Soul dead on the floor, bleeding and lifeless. She does look slightly distraught. Soul was good to her. He never treated her the way he treated me. Little does she know what she felt for him and is still feeling is only a spell. Soul spelled her the night she came to the house and caused her to want him instead of Damien. The spell will wear off soon, and then she will have some serious regrets just like I do.

Charlie releases me from his embrace. "Thank you," I say to him.

I walk over to Rhea. I touch her hand, and we walk out of the room. I can see her tears rolling down her face. "Do not cry for him, Rhea. He was a pig, and he deserved what he got," I say to her.

"I am not crying for him. I am crying for you and the pain you just went through in there. I know that had to be hard. I know you loved him and cared for him. I am crying because I know what you just did hurt you, Roxy," Rhea says to me.

We stop in the hallway. I take Rhea in am embrace. We hold each other for a few minutes. I kiss her temple. "Rhea, I loved him. Yes, I did love him out of habit and out of convenience, but it was not real. Nothing between Soul and I was real. It was all a spell the witch put me under to control me. I know all of this now. Someday you will know all of your secrets just like I do. I hope you can live with everything you have done," I say to her.

Rhea looks at me in horror. "I know I helped them when I should not have, but it was not me that was doing it," Rhea says.

"In the beginning, it was you. You worked for Damien willingly and wrote contracts. Surely you read over what you were signing these women up for; surely you saw the evil in what you were doing," I say to her.

"I guess I should have, but I did not," Rhea says to me.

"We should talk about this later. For now, we need to find that fucking witch. Are you with me?" I ask her.

"Hell, Yes!" Rhea says.