𝐓𝐕𝐃: 𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫

𝟚.𝟚

(Elias POV)

In the early weeks of confinement within my own psyche, I was tormented by the revelation that I was a werewolf. The truth gnawed at my mind: my mother had deceived me for my entire life. Doubt and betrayal swirled within me, leading me to question everything I had ever known. Was my entire existence based on a lie?

Determined to push away the thoughts of betrayal and deceit, I redirected my focus towards harnessing and growing my newfound powers. Instead of dwelling on the past and the revelations that threatened to unravel me, I concentrated on mastering the abilities that lay within me

The experience was utterly maddening. I could sense an unfamiliar, primal craving for blood stirring within me, a desire so alien yet increasingly insistent. To cope with the overwhelming chaos, I forced my consciousness into a dormant state, a deep mental slumber that lasted for months. But even the depths of induced sleep couldn't indefinitely suppress the rising tide of madness and hunger.

Finally, unable to bear the silence and isolation any longer, I resolved to harness this curse-turned-gift. I decided to delve deeper and strengthen my psychic abilities, to explore the vast, uncharted depths of my mind. At first, I cautiously expanded my mental reach, tentatively stretching the boundaries of my thoughts and perceptions. I practiced focusing and refining my psychic senses, learning to navigate and understand the newfound power coursing through me.

Sensing the life force of the small creatures nearby, I turned my focus to them. Delving into their minds, I saw through their eyes, the world unfolding from their perspective. Rodents, insects, and other small cave dwellers became my unwitting scouts. Through a rat's keen vision, I discovered the boundaries of my prison—a cave from which I could not escape due to the persisting boundary spell.

Reluctantly, I withdrew from the rat's mind, realizing the limitations of my physical confinement. Yet, I refused to succumb to despair. Instead, I bided my time, patiently honing my psychic abilities. Each day, I grew stronger, more adept at reaching out, touching minds, and understanding the subtle languages of nature around me.

After an interminable period of isolation, honing my psychic prowess within the confines of the cave, a new opportunity finally presented itself. I sensed the thoughts of someone approaching, a presence that stirred the dormant anticipation within me. Through her mind, I perceived her vulnerabilities and realized she could be my key to freedom. Her mental defenses were low, her mind malleable.

Seizing the chance, I whispered into her consciousness, "Free me." I felt her confusion and fear, the questioning of her own sanity. But desperation makes even the most rational minds susceptible. I played into her situation, promising vengeance and the fulfillment of her deepest desires. "Free me, and I'll get you vengeance," I continued to coax her.

Gradually, she responded, her actions aligning with my guidance. She stood and moved as I directed, a puppet unwittingly dancing to my tune. Each step she took was a step closer to my liberation, a moment I had been anticipating and preparing for with every fiber of my being.

As she encountered the boundary spell, I instructed her, "Focus your magic and repeat after me, 'Merabas hic libatal, confremun signas. Omus quisa tentum exalis. Merabas hic libatal, confremun signas. Omus quisa tentum exalis.'" I watched through her mind as she struggled against the spell's resistance. Sensing her falter, I sharpened her focus, guiding her mental energies to bolster her incantation.

Eventually, her stumbling progress led her to trip over my dormant form. She hesitated, then, driven by the promise of vengeance and the whispers of my guidance, she removed the stake from my back. As the wood left my flesh, the chains of my imprisonment began to dissolve, and a violent transformation overtook me.

My body convulsed wildly as I returned to life. My back arched unnaturally, bones snapping and reforming, my form reshaping into something both fearsome and powerful. My jaw cracked, elongating and filling with razor-sharp teeth capable of rending flesh from bone. Screams tore from my throat, and my transformation was complete.

fter some effort, I managed to revert to my human form. Turning to face Emilie, I noticed her taking in her shorter frame of — 5'7", with pale skin and blonde hair, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. "Elias... Elias Bennett," I replied, trying to sound reassuring despite the situation.

Noticing her wound, the predatory part of me reacted instinctively. My eyes' veins pulsed visibly, a sign of my otherness, causing her to flinch. As my fangs elongated, I bit into my wrist, coaxing the blood to pool in my palm. Emilie looked on, confused and wary. "Drink. My blood will heal you," I told her, understanding her hesitation. After a moment's contemplation, driven by pain or perhaps trust, she drank. Astonishment crossed her face as she watched her wound knit itself closed.

Quickly, I guided her, using her memories to navigate us back to the space behind her house. There we found a grim scene: her mother, father, and younger brother beaten and tied to wooden posts, with men ready to set the grim stage ablaze. As Emilie moved to intervene, I held her back. "Wait here," I instructed firmly.

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I swiftly moved towards the first man, my vampiric speed a blur to the onlookers. The hunger that had been building within me found its release as I drained him completely, his body slumping to the ground as I let go. The fear and chaos erupted among the men, the leader shouting, "Demon of the night! Kill him!" Yet, their attempts to attack were futile; with a mere thought, I immobilized them, their bodies freezing mid-motion. I fed on a few more, quelling the gnawing hunger, and dispatched the rest, leaving only the leader, whose leg I broke to force him into submission.

"Emilia, you can come out now," I called into the shadows. As she stepped forward, the man before us trembled and pleaded for mercy.

She emerged, her eyes reflecting the flames that danced in the night. I gestured to the whimpering man at my feet. "Would you like to do the honors?" I asked.

The man begged, "Please, do not kill me; I beg of you!"

Emilia's laugh was hollow, echoing her scorn. "Did I not beg you to leave me and my family alone? Did I not plead for you not to force yourself upon me?" She said with tears in her eyes; soon enough, the tears in her eyes disappeared and were replaced with one of fury.

You offered me no mercy, So I shall not either," she spat with venom.

She looked down at him, her decision clear in her eyes. Then, turning to her family, she signaled she was finished with the man.

Without a second's hesitation, I quickly ended his life, snapping his neck.

Shifting my focus from the dead body, I assisted Emilia in untying and lowering her family from their grim perches. As I did so, I tuned to their heartbeats, each faint and faltering from the ordeal.

I gave each a small dose of my blood, watching as its healing properties took effect, mending their wounds and restoring their strength.

When they noticed Emilia, relief and love washed over their battered faces. They enveloped her in a tight embrace, tears mingling with murmured words of gratitude and disbelief. As they were reunited, I discreetly cleared my throat, a subtle noise reminding them of my presence. They turned towards me, awareness and myriad questions in their eyes.

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