The Run To Quinn

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Pierce didn't cry. Didn't whine. Just walked over his body. He had to accept the death of his father like a new Beta would, with too much strength. So much strength, it was bad for him.

Sebastián, do you smell anything?

No. Not over the blood and... everything else. Bash said sadly.

It didn't just smell like blood. It smelled like feces and piss, from vampires or werewolves too scared to fight, or from the dead bodies. It smelled like rotting corpses left out to dry. He didn't specify, but we knew what he meant.

"QUINNETH!" Someone yelled.

I spun around and saw the familiar face of Maggie, who was chained down to the ground by... definitely Lotus chains.

"Maggie!" I ran towards her, Bash had shifted away from his wolf and started following me. Even his form couldn't distract from her. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. She was alive.

Someone grabbed my throat and flung me onto the ground. I felt all the air leave my lungs as I struggled to breath.

Pearly white fangs hissed at me. "Touch me and I'll kill her." The girl hissed. She was skinny, almost anorexic looking, but stronger than I was by a long shot. She must have been old. The older you got, the more powerful you got.

Bash, Pierce, and Sam stayed back.

"So you're Quinneth. Quinneth West?" She laughed. "Oh boy, your family has some baggage." Her voice was slow, almost sultry and seductive.

She ran a hand down my jawline. I tried to buck out of her hold on me, but it was futile.

"You're even prettier in person. What a shame." She smirked, her red lips leaned down to kiss my forehead. "Such a pretty girl deserves to go to Hell."

The vampire chuckled as she turned to Bash. "Oh you must be the mate. You're useless to her. Just a weed strapping her down." The girl looked him up and down and bit her lip. "But hot as Heaven, how dare you go around without a shirt." She had a low voice, a quiet voice. Blonde curly hair fell over my cheeks. The ringlets were crusty with blood.

I knew that voice. I knew that voice. Where and why did I know that sound?

"Ah, Quinn. I wish I could kill you. I bet your blood is as sweet as sugar." The girl licked my neck and I yelled as her teeth grazed my skin. She took a deep breath and inhaled my scent. "Too bad you smell like dog." She put her hands on my shoulders, digging her nails into my flesh. I screamed as sharp nails pierced my skin, burning and stinging.

She pulled them out, and pulled one hand to her face. Her nails were long, and sharpened. She licked the blood off of them. "Yes." She moaned. "Much like I expected."

She hummed a soft tune. "I wish I could kill you. But if I want to stay important I need you alive. If you remember Peyton, your sister, come find me. It would be a pleasure to ruin your mother's castle of lies." She laughed and stood up from me, running away faster than how she came.

Bash came to my side and narrowed his eyes. "What the Hell was that?"

I shook my head. "I don't— I don't know! Pierce did you know what she was talking about?" I asked.