A large lump formed in Damien's throat, forcefully swallowing this, the sandpaper texture only grew, suppressing his ability to breathe. The Alpha continued glaring at his scarlet hands like they had deceived him.
Oh, but they had.
Acting on their own accord, they had shredded the 'oh so powerful Demetri' in a blinded fit of fury. He lost control, something he had not done in centuries, something he vowed to never do again.
Oh, but he had.
Silence! He shot into his subconscious, irked from the unjustified feeling rumbling within him.
Damien Black, the notorious cold blooded killer felt, remorse? No. The imbecile had deserved much worse a fate. Repulsed? That was it. He thought as a sickly expression etched across his pale skin.
"Damien" A brassy knocked sounded on the old door, pulling Damien from his trance. Dumbfounded, the Alpha continued watching the tap splurge a hot liquid which vanquished any trance of the scarlet impurity from his most lethal weapon, tainting the water which poured below.
"Damien" The voice pleaded again.
Had blood always been such a daunting colour?
The sharp rattling of the door knob caught his attention. Jerking away from the tap, he wrapped his hands in a towel, whether this was in attempts to dry them or mask them from spilling more of the enthralling liquid, he had not decided, his composed fortitude fading.
A confused Lycan immediately cut Damien's water source off, suspiciously eyeing his Alpha and the towel.
Damien, composing himself, intensely slammed the towel downwards, shooting the Lycan his best 'this better be important or I'll snap your neck' look which left him with a faintly grinning and loosened Beta standing before him. Of course he would seek comfort in Damien's cold demeanour, it was the normalcy. Shooting him a forced smirk, he waited for Steph to speak.
"The interrogation isn't going so well" He muttered, running a hand along his hair. "He won't, uh can't speak" His grin elongated. "I'm going to leave now, before I can't speak" Slowly backing away from the enraged Alpha, the blonde haired boy darted out of the room with Damien hot on his tail.
Both wolves tumbled down into the cells, Steph jumping behind the guards, distancing himself from the lethal body before him. But the mind-fogged Alpha was not interesting in provoking his Beta, instead he halted near the prisoner, edging dangerously close to the King before menacingly snarling.
Absorbing the intimidating inkling, the seemingly elder male jumped back, the psychical presence of his order unnecessary. Damien taking his previous place, extending his slender fingers towards one of the many matted wounds which began reopening in response. The familiar sickly liquid oozing out.
Grimacing, Damien wetted his finger with the substance before placing this in his mouth, almost instantly visions began spurring into his mind, the overwhelming nature leaving it difficult to depict the flashing images. The fiery power surging from this penetrated his mind, the scorching heat melting his every neurone.
Falling onto his knees, the growling wolf latched his hands onto his head, Steph falling to his side attempting to calm his Alpha. Rubbing circular motions on his muscular back with one hand and clinging onto his broad shoulder with the other, he spoke lowly, profound worry laced onto his every word.
"What's happening?" The king exclaimed, lost from the scene taking place.
"I don't know" The flustered Lycan almost shrieked back as his Alpha's orbs flashed a deep red, his pupils dilating and contracting, mimicking the beat of a heart.
Steph's wolf began howling in misery, in his unfathomably stretched existence, Damien had never expressed the slightest glint of pain or discomfort, to see his Alpha in such a state tore him to shreds.
A sheet of glistening sweat lay on Damien's brow, quivering, he suppressed voicing his pain, becoming remotely alert of his surroundings. Taking this as a negative sign, his Beta pulled the trembling, sweating body closer, one of his arms draped around him neck in what seemed like a headlock, the other which wrapped around his back sturdied the Alpha upright.
"We grew up together, you and I" Steph frantically murmured. "You always came first in everything, son of a bitch" He bitterly laughed, causing the king and his guards to share looks of confusion.
"But I refuse you let you come first in this" The Lycan clung onto his best friend harder, his hold tight enough to instantly suffocate any human. "Don't die on me, bro. I need you"
An awkward cough sounded, Steph flinched, realising Damien was no longer in his hold. Instead he was left gazing down at a pair of soft black boots, looking up he met the immaculate suit followed by a hauntingly handsome face, a slight smirk tugging on his lips.
"Great" Steph groaned. Feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Brushing off his suit, Damien looked up to the gaping guard, their king and the prisoner. All mute struck at the scene which unfolded before them while the strange Alpha simply looked irritated, the look one would bare if their flight had been delayed.
"H-how?" The hyperventilating prisoner managed to stutter. "That was suppose to kill you"
"So you can talk" The king distastefully spat back, snapping his head away from the Alpha towards Demitri.
"Ah, your sirens didn't quite compose their message sufficiently" Damien's low voice sinisterly whispered. Cruelly smirked, he paced towards the prisoner, each threatening step ricocheting of the walls. "Well, I have a message for them too"
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"Holy shit"
"Impressive, right?" Lolita proudly smiled turning to her mute struck friends. Isaac particularly, eyes glistening with awe.
"Damien made this?" Anna whispered in fear, Lolita nodded in confirmation as Lilly voiced.
"We really need to get you away from the manic, then"
"He'll track her down with one of these things" Isaac added, waving around a metal handle, their laughter echoing the vast room.
However, this was quickly cut short as a hot laser extended from this, burning Issac's sleeve.
"May the force be with you" Anna blurted, giggling.
"Maybe we shouldn't be here" Her twin stuttered, furthering herself from the strange weaponry.
Isaac noded his head in agreement, his sandy hair flopping with his movements. "She's right, Damien would be pretty pissed, he might get his talking car to attack us"
Lolita laughed at Isaac's comment, although it was a joke, the twins shuddered back in fear, no doubt Damien was indeed capable of punishing them for being her, sensing their fear Lolita attempted to calm them.
"Relax, Damien said whatever is his, it's mine too. No questions asked, this is only his own words biting him back, he won't hurt anyone" After solid hour of convincing her friends, the determained brunette had managed to calm them and disniguish the nature of a few weapons which they split between themselves and carry down to the woodland.
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"Damien?"
The voice echoed through his mind, in a melchoconic tune.
"We've been waiting for you" A similar sweet voice sang.
The pair broke into alluring mumbles, each sound more vivid, clear.
The Alpha's hazy vision began clearing, thick interwined branches came into view, the senre atmosphere held an air of familiarity. A gush of icy wind stroked his pale neck, causing Damien to spin back, however, he was met with no threat, yet the iron gate behind instantly altered him. This was the outskirts of his territory.
"Come here" The voices lulled. Feeling the pull of their voices, Damien found himself involuntarily following this, the melodic sound grew stronger, a pair of silvery eyes shon in the dark abyss.
Lolita? The Alpha thought.
Rushing to approach his mate, he soon stood where the dissipated orbs illuminated, only to be met with darkness and a sick cackle.
Abruptly, in Damien's shocked state, his hands left the prisoner's temples only to return to the king's dungeon, who stood with Steph both awaiting for the Alpha to speak.
"They're near our damned territory Steph, they're near Lolita" He finally voiced, trembling with growing frustration.