Chapter 23
Days went by, I barely had interaction with anyone apart from Torben when he came to have his fun with me. I fought him every single time. And every time I ended up with more bruises and cuts on my face.
To my disappointment, no one came to rescue me either. I didn't even want to think of Sin being dead. I couldn't bear the thoughts.
I felt worthless, morbid thoughts were filling my head. Every day I looked for a way out or some kind of weapon I could use. There was nothing around. He never left the door unlocked or the window, he still kept the blood doses small for me to feel weak.
Weeks later Torben was still coming to me every night, sometimes he was torturing me all night, sometimes once was enough for him. I didn't understand his obsession. How could someone be so infatuated with a person, yet treat them so badly? My only explanation was that he was psychotic.
I heard unlocking a door. I knew who it was. The same werewolf came and brought me blood every day since I was abducted. He was intimidating and always had a weapon on him just in case I attacked him. I never did, I knew it wouldn't end well for me. I wasn't strong enough to fight someone like him, I felt weaker than human at this point.
When the door opened I was sitting on the bed like I always was when he brought me my blood. I looked in his direction, and to my surprise, a different werewolf was standing there, he eyed me and I stared at him noticing he had no weapon. He looked young, he was a teenager, probably in training. He put down the blood on the table across the bed. Just as he turned around to leave, without even thinking I stood up and lunged at him. Standing behind him I covered his mouth with one of my hands and another one I held his hands behind his back. I sank my fangs into his neck.
As soon as his blood touched my tongue I was amazed. He tasted heavenly. I've never tasted anything like him. Well, I never drank from a werewolf. It was better than human blood. A lot better.
I let out a moan and started taking large gulps. He was trying to wiggle out of my grasp but it was no use. With every gulp, I took I felt my body getting stronger and stronger and his weaker. I needed all the strength I could get, I drank until there was no more blood. Pulling out of his neck I let go of him his body. He fell to the ground with a loud bang.
I let out a deep breath. I felt incredible, my bruises weren't painful, I was stronger a lot stronger than if I would drink human blood.
Wearing only a nightie, I quickly took off his pants, the hoodie he was wearing and shoes. They were on the bigger side but that was all I had. I got dressed and rushed outside the door.
At this point, there was no going back. I was either going to die or escape. I hoped for the latter. In the corridor, I came across my first victim. He noticed me before he could do anything, with my vampire speed I was in front of him punching him across his face with all my strength. He flew, colliding with the wall. As he fell to the floor I grabbed him by the collar and bit him into his neck drinking his blood.
If one werewolf gave me the power I wondered if another would give me more strength. It was a risk I was willing to take. I needed all the strength I could get.
I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly let go of his neck and got on my feet. The power that gave me his blood was rushing through my veins. I've never felt this powerful in my life.
I glanced in the direction of the footsteps. It was another werewolf. I ran then jumped at him. He braced himself but before his punch met my face I kicked him to the side of his knee. I heard the bone crack and he let out a scream. I heard other footsteps and voices coming towards me. I placed my hand on his temples and roughly turned his head until it snapped. I ran towards the voices. Seconds later I was facing two werewolfs in front of the stairs. They both had alarmed expression on their faces.
I rushed towards them, without stopping I kicked one of them into their midsection. He went flying colliding with the wall then rolling down the stairs. At that instant, I was standing next to the other werewolf. He punched me into my face, I stepped back a pace and then just as he threw another punch I catch his hand and turned it behind his back awkwardly. I put more pressure on it until I heard a loud crack. He cried out in pain and I pushed him off the stairs. He went tumbling down hitting his head hard once he landed on the ground level. I shoot towards him, I quickly grabbed his knife. Five more werewolves appeared around me.
They attempted to hit me first but I moved or jumped out of the way. One of them I stabbed, another I kicked so hard in his jaw he blacked out. I fought until I was the only one standing. I came over to one of them and drank his blood. I needed more.
More and more werewolves were rushing towards me. They punched me, kicked me. I felt a knife slicing across my belly but thanks to their blood I drank it healed instantly. I glanced around the large foyer, dead bodies everywhere, blood splashed all over the floor and walls. I defeated all of them but one.
"TORBEN!" I screamed my lungs out. While I waited for him I collected knives I found at the corps. I put them behind the belt I was wearing. When I heard Torben footsteps and ragged breathing approaching I stepped outside the house.
I was graced by the stunning view of the sea. Waves were crashing on the shore and the sun was beaming on me.
"TORBEN!" I screamed again.
I heard deep breaths behind me. I rapidly turned around, Torben stood there with his son. They must have run, they were both out of breath.
When he saw me, he glanced through the open door into the house. His eyes were wide filled with horror. I never saw him afraid of anything. That put a smirk on my face but left murder in my eyes. He glanced towards his son.
"Send him away," I said coldly. He looked at me with his eyebrow raised.
"Send him away or I'll give him the same fate you gave my daughter" I hissed through clenched teeth.
I wasn't going to kill him, I wasn't a monster like Torben. I couldn't harm innocent children. And I also didn't want him to watch.
Torben turned to his son and went on his knees. He hugged him, at the sight of that my heart sank for the boy. Then he said "I'll find you" the boy looked at him, tears lining his eyes "promise?" He asked and Torben nodded. The boy hugged him once more and then ran away from the beach. Torben watched him until he was out of sight.
"You will die for this" I could sense his anger rising, his eyes flashing yellow.
"I'm counting on it, I'd rather die than be your sex toy" I snapped at him. "It's about time you pay for everything you've done to me"
I took off the hoodie I was wearing. I needed better access to my knives. He stood in front of me as I watched his movements. Concentrating I never left my gaze from his body. I waited for him to strike first. We were circling until all of a sudden he tried to kick me in the face but I expected his movement and blocked it with my arm. I kicked back and he blocked it too and attempted hitting me in the face where I moved out of the way. Just as I did it I kicked him into the side of his leg and he took a step back.
He gave me a surprised look then fury took over him. I went in first this time punching him into his face then his abdomen. He returned the punch hitting me in my face. I stumbled back my vision blurred. He didn't wait for my recovery and landed a kick to my belly. I flew across the sand on my back. He rushed towards me straddling me and crushing my throat. I gasped for air but none was coming through. "You thought you could kill me?" He asked through clenched teeth. My nails were digging into his flesh but he didn't budge. In a panic, I did the next best thing. I grabbed a handful of sand and threw it into his face.
He instantly let go of my neck. Air came rushing into my lungs and I was letting out deep breaths as I held my neck. But the fight wasn't over. He was on his knees trying to wipe the sand out of his eyes.
I came over to him and punch him with all my strength in his jaw. He spat blood. He got to his feet and I did too.
Once again we were standing across from each other. He attempted to kick into my belly but I blocked it. I send out another punch in his way colliding with the side of his head. Then put my hands behind his neck, pulled him lower and with my knee, I kicked him into his belly a few times. He stammered back holding his midsection. I went in again, kicking him into the side of his knee. I heard a crack and he cried out in pain.
"That's it, feel the pain. That's nothing compared to what you did to me" I said as I approached him.
I punched him in his cheek and he fell to the ground. The sand was sticking to him covering one side of his face. I turned him on his back and grabbed a knife from my belt. I stabbed him in one shoulder. When I pulled out the blade I licked his blood of, his eyes widened.
"Mmm... Who would have thought that werewolfs blood would give me such strength"
Just as I said it I stabbed him into his other shoulder. "This is for my human and vampire family. You deserve much worse than to be killed. I hope you will go to hell" I sneered as he whimpered, fear flashed in his eyes. The triumphant smile plastered over my face when I moved the knife to the side of his neck and stabbed him there then sliced through to the other side. He let out a gurgling sound, blood rushed out from his mouth and his neck.
