Chapter 118
Amanda Thomas's P.O.V.
I'm still bound in a metal chair with a rope tied to my wrists and legs, and duct tape across my mouth, making me breath through my nose. Apparently, it's because I talk too much. To tell you the truth, they're getting fed up of me cussing them out every time I see them.
Gabriel showing up in my dream last night was a blessing for I was losing hope. Knowing that he is close and on his way to rescue me out of this horrid place and away from these creatures, I have relaxed considerably. Everything had felt so real; his touch, his kisses, him. It had messed with my mind for sure.
After they had woken me up to give me some of the slightly inedible food, I have been waiting for him to come. In fact, I'm dying of restlessness right now, wanting to see him already, to touch him, to kiss him. I have missed him terribly, my heart aches for him.
It's sometime in the afternoon when I hear a loud bang that shakes the walls of this place, frightening roars and growls echoing outside. I perk up in excitement, he has finally arrived. My mate is here! But all too soon, my excitement vanishes when Andrei steps into the room, bolting it shut before walking over to me. He is furious, I can make out that much but the expression of amusement he wears confuses me. Why is he happy when he is being attacked right this very second? I wonder when it finally hits me like a ton of bricks.
He is amused because he had already anticipated what would happen and thus, I won't be getting out here with no difficulties like I had so foolishly imagined. He definitely has a trick up his sleeve and I tremble in fear at the thought of what he is going to do to me, wishing Gabriel will find me soon. I whimper in pain when he rips off the duct tape from my mouth, the area stinging.
"Hear that? Looks like your mate has arrived, little one." He chuckles darkly, coming to stand before me. He crouches down, an angry look replacing his once amused one, the red in his eyes glowing dangerously. I gulp in fear, my heart racing because he most definitely does not look pleased right now.
"Now, you must be thinking why I'm down here instead of being up there; fighting. Why would I do that when I have the King's weakness right here?"
"W-What are you going to do?" I croak hoarsely, staring at him with nervousness. "You've clearly lost Andrei, just let me go."
He cackles, the sound booming in the room and echoing off the concrete walls of the empty space. "I have lost my brother and now I will die too, but so will he. I will kill you Amanda and nobody, not even the powerful of witches will be able to save you. It is only fit that he should suffer like I did."
"You bastard." I cry, tears streaming down my cheeks. "You deserve so much more than just an easy death. I hope Gabriel tortures you until you can't even beg for mercy anymore."
"Smart mouthed as ever, even in the time of death." He muses, unaffectedly as he nears until he is inches away from my face. "I always warned you that smart mouth of yours would get you killed one day."
I scream in fear when he moves forward to sink his gleaming white fangs into my neck. I'm immobile because of his strength, nails as sharp as his fangs digging into my chin as he holds me in place. Hot tears stream down my already wet cheeks as I think about my mate, wishing he would walk through that door. Oh, how I wish to be in the safety of his arms again.
"I have waited far too long. Looks like your mate wasn't quick enough to fight off my army." He rasps from above, the desperate thirst for blood evident in his tone.
But just as his fangs sink halfway into my mark and a blood-curdling scream tears through the quiet room, the door to the basement bursts open and hits the wall with a resounding crack, the force so strong that it comes off its hinges and falls to the concrete floor. He is pulled off me in the blink of an eye and I look up to see my savior.
Gabriel snaps his neck with the loudest roar, only making him unconscious before he rushes towards me. In this moment, he looks feral with his complete red eyes and transformed into both of his beasts. Every other time I met Mura and Boris it was as separate creatures but Gabriel also told me that he can combine them to give him more power...which he just did. He has the fangs, the red eyes and the deathly pale skin of a vampire but also possesses the fur, claws and animal-like form of a werewolf. It's like the upper half of his body is a vampire and the lower half is a werewolf. Never have I seen him in his true form before today.
I'm pulled out of my own thoughts by another scream ripping from my throat when I feel a searing hot burn on my neck. I want to claw at my skin, desperately craving relief to the increasing itch. Feeling the familiar touch of my mate, I sigh when the contact of our skin provides me with a small relief. But it still isn't enough. I cry out in pain, holding onto him tightly as a horrifying sensation sweeps through me. It feels like someone is pouring boiling oil onto my neck and then ripping the skin off, making me thrash wildly. It's unbearable.
"Amanda..." Gabriel whispers as he unties me, gathering me up in his arms and carrying me through the room as if I'm delicate china.
"Gabriel, it hurts! Please...help me...I –" I yell in agony when the mark on my neck sizzles and throbs in white hot pain, fisting his shirt in my hands.
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