D...Dax

Bailey:

“W-why aren’t you e-effected?” His painful cries stuttered out through his panting breaths as he rolled over to his back, clenching tightly to his chest. Kneeling next to his trembling body, tossing him the dishtowel to clean up.

“My bond shattered the night I witnessed you and Bain violating Elicia’s unconscious body. The strangest thing about all of this, I forgot about it completely like my memory had been blocked, until your fucked-up family decided to kidnap her. Surprised when I smelled your scent in the clubs alleyway, quickly masking my tracking spell while I waited for my friends to leave.” Flicking his nose, standing to grab something to cover up with.

The poor black and white flannel shirt crumpled in a heap of fabric, shaking it out as the debris plinked across the floor.

“That was over a month ago.” He spoke with a raspy husk as he slowly regained his bearings, placing a protection barrier around me as I cleaned up my wounds.

“That’s why it’s called a ‘tracking spell’. I called my mom the following day to fill her in on my plan for when you decided to take your opportunity to repay your ‘Thank you’. Seriously, you DeLois’ are so predictable with revenge sometimes. I knew when mom called saying dad was released from his duties that it wouldn’t be much longer before you made your move. I knew you would strike when she alone and vulnerable.” Saluting him with a smug smirk as he slowly stood, tucking his still erect dick back into his pants.

“Why fuck me then reject me?” His darkened ambers peered over his shoulder with a tilted smirk, almost like something was struggling to surface.

“Why not. I needed a release and what better way to break the bond then at the peak of climax.” Knowing that his bear would completely shut down, leaving him human because bears were a noble and prideful breed.

“I have to say, I don’t know whether to rub one out, have a stiff drink, or laugh, because that was one, if not the best rejection I have ever witnessed.” Snapping around to the unknown voice that spoke from the shadows as they snapped and fluttered around like flying bats.

Stepping back toward the loaded shotgun hidden in the end cabinet by the door.

“Who the fuck are you?” Slowly backing up as he gingerly walked into the destroyed room, kicking the chunks of brick with a smiling glare. Noticing Peyton’s pale face as sweat dripped from his forehead, plipping to the butcher block as his body trembled with the after effects of the rejection.

“I told you your family was a sour thorn in my ass, but this is your own ‘karma’.” The tall, regal man motioned with his finger between us as he stepped out of the swirling shadows, choking on the air that stuck in my throat, looking at an exact replica of King Desmond with shorter hair and a weird rock-biker appearance.

The glowing red hued eyes sent shivers up my spine, grabbing the shotgun with a quick hand as the swirling black mist whipped out, slapping the gun from my hands as my body lifted up from the ground, forcefully tossed across the room into the solid oak support beam. Dropping to the ground in agonizing pain as my body lifted from the floor, pressed firmly back into the same beam.

“Now I know you were taught better than that, so let’s try this again.” His cold smile made my goosebumps have goosebumps, flicking his finger as my head snapped back forcefully like an invisible hand had been shoved into my chin.

“What do you want?” Grunting out through gritted teeth as he lowered his hand, sliding slowly down the rough wooden beam feeling the tiny splinters snap off under my flesh.

“Elicia DeWalt. Where is she?” Shocked silent as Peyton dropped to the floor, clenching his heart in an agonizing growl as our mystery guest glared at the pitiful sight.

“I don’t know. I haven’t spoken to her for a couple days.” Pulled forward then slammed back into the beam as a few ribs cracked under the pressure of impact.

“Don’t lie to me young lady. I know you are living with them, working at the God-awful club, and her beloved sister, so I ask again. Where?” Stunned stupid as Peyton grabbed his arm, shaking his head in a silent plea.

“Power of the pussy. I’m impressed.” That smug voice laughed out in a dark sinister tone, flinching back as his hand increased the invisible force against my body.

“Helmer, let her go.” Peyton’s voice was raspy and dark like it wasn’t him as the name triggered something cold and angry within in my heart.

“You’re the asshole that broke Randi’s heart.” Taken by surprise as my body squeezed in on itself as the air rushed from my lungs in a burning gasp, choking, reaching at my neck as Peyton lunged at him for an attack. Tossed back with a forceful backhand as his body collapsed to the ground in a growling grunt.

“If you valve this ‘woman’s’ life, I suggest you crawl back into that shadowy hole Dax, and don’t interfere.” Snapping my eyes over to Peyton, noticing the swirling black pools of rage as he stood slowly, baring his fangs in challenge.

“D…Dax.” Rasping out as my throat squeezed tighter, struggling to stay conscious as the room began to swirl and collide in a blur of colors and black spots.

“I’m sorry ‘little star’, my human may have been a lost cause, but I always wished for someone like you. So beautiful, spunky.” Failing to scream at him as Helmer snapped his fingers, watching as his neck snapped around dropping like a sack of potatoes. This time feeling the pain rip through my heart as tears rolled down my hot cheeks, leaving cold trails of wetness as they plipped from my chin.

“Oh, how romantic. His dying words of longing for love.” Feeling the anger building in my chest as the room swirled violently in colors and dimming light, staring into those cold piercing orbs of crimson as his lips lifted into a sinister smirk.

“You’re coming with me.” Feeling the last of my energy slipping from my fingers as his hand squeezed just a little more, darkness.

A strange warmth licked at my aching body as a gentle coolness trailed along my face, flinching back as the swirling shadows whipped across my eyes. Jerking back against the stiffness that settled along my shoulders and neck as my eyes slowly focused in on the old Victorian crafted parlor room with rich mahogany wrapped in a somber glow of flickering warmth.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Snapping upright, groaning out against the sudden movement as the dull ache stabbed along my body, thumping angrily behind my eyes as his shadowy silhouette stood up from the burgundy upholstered high-back chair as he reached for a glass of dark red liquid.

“Here, drink this.” Shaking my head because for all I knew he could have poisoned it or done something to it while I was unconscious. Narrowing my eyes at him, clenching tightly to the cashmere blanket that wrapped me in a soft embrace.

“Relax, it’s just a grape juice tonic. I already fed you my blood while you were asleep. I must say, you’re a hungry little thing. Once my blood touched your tongue, you couldn’t get enough.” Feeling the thumping grow angrier, gagging back the lump that stuck in my throat tasting the lingering metallic-burnt plastic coated on my tongue as it unconsciously ran over my teeth, feeling for ‘fangs’ or the tender flesh that would be evident with the shift process.

“W-why?” Placing my trembling hand to my throat, reaching for the water instead as his crimson eyes flared angrily, smacking the glass from my hand as it shattered into a thousand pieces of glittering rainbows and water droplets. Pulled from the stiff Victorian sofa bench as the cashmere blanket rolled and floated away to the floor in a soft whoosh.

“Stubborn girl, no wonder you were mated to that piece of shit bear. Thick skulled and dense.” Tossed back down to the stiff bench as the hand-carved oak creaked and groaned under distress.

“No, I just don’t like strange men with evil intentions. Besides I was always stubborn like my mother.” Pulling my legs under my ass to cover up with the long flannel that would usually hug my dad’s toned torso like a loose glove. Smelling in his unique manly musk as Helmer smirked with a malicious grin making the Cheshire cat himself look like a cuddly kitten.

“You won’t be thinking like that once the blood lust takes full-effect. Then we’ll see who is stubborn.” Waving his hand over my face as everything became a black canvas of nothing.