Trigger Warning!
I couldn't stop the fire from destroying the club. The second the fire took form, chaos spread throughout the crowd. People running all over the place to get to safety.
The electricity on my hands turns to a warm flame. My hands covering with the red substance.
"Stop. Please...stop." I couldn't shake the flames off. The fire was even following me as I walk.
"KAT! Where are you!" I could hear Zara over the screams of terror. She was waving by the front door while being dragged out.
"Zar-" Then it goes back.
* * *
The fire. The screams. Then nothing. Just ash blowing in the wind.
Where ever I was, it was dark. Low mumbles and sounds all around me. My hands bound together as well as my feet. A rough material over my eyes; blindfold.
You idiot Kat. You're being kidnapped.
"She barley has control over her powers."
The fuck?
"She almost died."
"Very doubtful." There were different voices all around. I should've stayed home. That way the building wouldn't have gone up in flames. And I wouldn't have been fucking kidnapped!
"Is this her?"
"Of course it is! We're meant to be...and you think I wouldn't know her?..."
"You think I wouldn't have checked in with her over the years?"
"No...sorry boss."
"Don't push me. You know how dangerous I get when I'm mad."
I had enough of this bullshit. The ropes around my wrists were rubbing against my flesh. Digging into my skin, creating droplets of blood.
But I made the mistake of trying to shake the ropes off. Little moans of pain coming from my mouth. The people becoming quiet.
"Looks like my little minx has woken up." I hear footsteps get closer to me. The blindfold rips off my face; a bright light makes me flinch. After blinking a few times, the images become clear. Five men in fancy suits; the men from the club.
Where the fuck am I? Who are these people? Why am I here?
"Let me go!" I scream at the man's face
"Tsk tsk Kat. It's rude to shout."
"H-how...do y-you k-know me?" He lifts his hand and gently lays it against my cheek.
"My kitten...we've known each other for hundreds of years."
I think I would have remembered your face.
"I don't know you-"
"Yes you do," His green eyes begin to turn to a blood red, "You've just forgotten. That's what happens to the mind after living hundreds of years."
Then why have I not forgotten my mother's screams? The way the fire burned her skin to a crisp. Her eyes holding her own fire.
"Boss, she isn't ready." The golden boy says
"She seems perfect to me." The man in front of me or the boss says
"She needs to come to you of her own free will."
"It will be easier for her to trust you."
What the hell is going on?
The man that the others call boss lets out a growl then stands up. He joins the other men; they whisper amongst themselves, taking glazes back at me.
"Conteram vincula mea. Libera me adiuvet." I whisper to myself; repeating the spell over and over again. The ropes around my feet and wrists becomes looser and looser.
I break free from the restraints and stand as quickly as possible. That gives a signal to the boss; in an inhuman speed, he rushes over to me. He grabs my bruised wrists and pins me against the wall behind me.
"Look buddy, I don't know you. Just let me go."
"You just don't remember me."
"Or maybe you're just a creepy person."
"You will remember me soon enough." He grabs my right wrist and brings it to his lips. On the very corner of my wrist, he places a hot kiss on my skin. My flesh literally burns; my skin turns a bright red.
It fucking hurts. My skin feels like it's on fire. I haven't felt pain like this in years.
When his lips leave my skin, cold air hits it. Making it cool.
He pulls away and I finally take notice of what's left. A mark; a pentagram. The mark of the Devil.
"We will find each other again, kitten. But for now, I want you to forget."
His lips slam on mine. My eyes probably popped out of its sockets. His lips were hot; a deadly hot. Yet his lips felt so right on mine.
That's when I felt the same feeling from the club. The energy spiking; it was like we were the only ones in the whole world.
Like in the club, I couldn't move. I couldn't yell out for help. I was completely under his control.
He lets go of my wrists, letting my body move on it's own to wrap my arms around his neck. His hands move down my body and rest on my hips. I feel a light tug on my lips; he bites down on my bottom lip. Hard enough to draw blood.
After a long time, he pulls away. His eyes are a deep red. Matching perfectly with the color of my blood resting on his lips.
"I'll see you soon, my kitten." Everything going dark once again.
* * *
The alarm on my phone wakes me up again. Salem rests gently against my side. The light shining through my window and into my room.
How did I get home? What happened last night?
I didn't remember much from last night. I got to work, went outside because the full moon was killing me, and saw those five men. Something about them gave me chills; and I wasn't scared of to much.
Only of the darkness that rests inside of me.
Then Zara pulled me on to the dance floor. That's where it kind of goes blank. I see flashes of dancing; then images of those men. I know that one man was the owner of the club.
What the hell happened last night?
Translation: "Break my chains. Help me be free."
To be clear, Kat has lost her memory of what happened that night at the club.
What does that mark mean?
Who is that man?
Hope you enjoy Sinners