Wolffebane L

5: Here They Come

Connor and I talked a while. We talked about my family.  I already missed them.  My mom and my dad.  And my little sister.  And my friends.  I missed my friends too.  And then I asked him about his life.  He told me a little bit about his friends, but told me that his parents had passed away when he was little.  He was a foster kid.  Which was fine by him.  "I don't need anybody pitying me.  Yeah, it sucks.  I don't have any family left, but... it's not like I can do anything about it.  It's been this way since I was little.  I'm ok, you know?"

"No, I actually don't know," I laughed lightly.

He rolled his eyes good-humoredly and said, "You know what I mean."  Then we got to talking about my photography.  It had been a hobby since I was little.  I didn't really expect anything to come of it, but I thought it was fun.  Connor said that the only thing he really did apart from school was baseball.  We kept talking.  Just about little things before Connor said that "They'll be coming soon."

"What do you mean? Who are they?" I asked.

Connor answered, "They, meaning the people who captured us."

"Why are they coming? And how do you know?"

"They come every day about this time. After, you've been in here a while, you just kinda get this feeling every day about this time. We just know they're coming.  They're coming to feed us. Like a pet. They also take us out to use the bathroom. You get used to it after a while though." I hadn't realized how badly I needed to pee until he had said that and suddenly I was thankful someone was coming to let me out of this cell.

I nodded slowly, still trying to take everything in. "How long have you been in here?"

"At least a month if not longer." Connor stated, simply. "Elle's been here nearly eleven months." He added, "That's why she acts the way she does. Ty told me she used to be this nervous, petrified teenager before she got caught up in here." I looked over at Elle, and I could see it. Her striking blue eyes looking frightened, instead of frightening. "Hard to believe, huh?"

"Not really." And I really meant it. Underneath all that hate, all that rage, all that madness, I knew there was a normal girl. I could almost see her as she was before she was thrown in here. She would have been more muscular. Her long, tangled black hair would have been sleek, clean. And her skin would have been unblemished, clean. I could see her standing with pride instead of crouching in the corner of her cage in fear and anger. "I guess in this hell-hole it can do things to your head."

And then there was a screeching sound and everyone bolted upright and looked toward the back wall. I did the same, even though I couldn't really tell where the sliding sound was coming from.

Connor looked to me and I sensed his change in gaze so I looked toward him, "They're coming." He said in a whisper.

I almost didn't hear him but that didn't really matter. Light poured into the dimly lit room and a woman waltzed in. Every lycan glared at her but remained in a submissive position. She walked briskly and confidently down the hall lined on either side with cages. Now I could see the room clearly because of the light pouring in. Our holding chamber looked like a dog pound, but instead of flimsy fences these were heavy-duty bars.

She showed no signs of slowing but then, she stopped suddenly... right in front of my cage. She turned to me with a cruel smile.  It was the same woman as before.  And I knew this was the Kamile that Ty hated so much, that everyone here hated. That I hated now. I was in here because of this Kamile. I was a lycan because of her. And it made me so infuriated because she'd just ripped my entire life away from me within one afternoon.

"Feeding time for the visitors." He voice rang out as clear as a bell, high pitched as if to make us think of innocence but also sounding commanding at the same time. She turned toward the open door, and I squinted as I looked to it. And then three men entered with big bags held in their hands.

As the men began to distribute the contents of the bags near the front of the cages, Kamile turned to me.

"Do you remember me at all, Miss Delaney?" She asked, in a seemingly sweet voice. But I saw the hatred and disgust toward me under her fake smile and bright eyes.

"Yeah, I remember you," I practically spat at her, "and I know that you're responsible for what happened to me."

"You're very bright, Miss Delaney." She grinned. "But you can thank Mr. Brennan for your transformation. I am not responsible in that sense."  She motioned over to Quinn whose outstretched hands had just aggressively snatched a sandwich from the man before him.       

I looked up at her sharply, "Don't think that I don't know.  You're the one who had him change me." I really don't know what came over me. I'd never back talked before. Maybe I figured I had nothing left to lose. "He's actually got a conscience, a soul. You, ma'am, don't." I said, glaring defiantly up at her.  Quinn watched me from a far with narrow eyes.  He and the other lycans not completely occupied by their food watched Kamile closely in observation and intrigue.

The "doctor" looked as if she'd heard it all before. She still gave a sharp laugh, "So you say, I may not have a soul. But I know for a fact, that you do not either." And with that she turned and walked swiftly toward the door before I could respond. Although I wouldn't have said anything if I'd had the chance, I was completely speechless.