Dedicated to this girl because I haven't seen her around for long. :O
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|CALVIN|
Traveller's Inn, Queretaro Mexico
December 3, 2014
I woke up feeling like crap.
Fùcking crap.
The words of the mother fùcker still filled in my brain with doubts and anger. How dare he fool the vampire lord of Winchester?! Is my informant telling the truth? Is he reliable enough? Due to my experience in killing, I know a man ought to tell the truth when they are in the verge if death. I guess I'd pencil him as someone reliable.
Well shít on me and fùck me under a fùcking Christmas tree.
I groaned and rolled to my left only to hit something hard. A womanly groan sounded beside me and I lifted the covers to see Holly rubbing her forehead. Her platinum blond hair is strewn about and I have got to say, sex hair looks fùcking hot on her. Last night, when everything was all but a blur, we both walked back to our room and had some hot and wild sex until my mind could function no more. Until I couldn't think anymore.
"That was the most original good morning I ever had," she said sarcastically as she yawned and threw the sheets off her creamy thighs, exposing her body to me. She picked up a robe from the floor and slipped it on, my protest dying on my throat. I groaned and felt my stomach rumble in hunger.
She glanced at me, her face bing filled with the brightest smile anyone had ever bestowed me with. Why she stood behind and didn't run away from me last night is still a mystery. Still, I sure am glad she didn't; I wouldn't have someone with me if she did. Last nights events pushed me to the brink and the sex made me realize that I was glad she was with me and not Gustav who would probably just stand in the corner and watch me sulk.
"Why don't we find some good oriental breakfast before going out? Without carrots, of course."
"What's your problem with the orange veggies?" I whined at her as I pulled on the tainted sheets closer to me as I rolled to my stomach, feeling lazy to my bones. Last nights events had shocked me to the core and I would love nothing more but to lie in bed. She grimaced at the sound of the carrots as she slipped on her pair of green under wears.
"They make me want to throw up. It's disgusting."
"You used to eat carrots," I drawled on as I played with a spot of dried blood on the bed sheet. " I remember you devouring the salad back in Thailand with the carrots."
She froze almost obviously caught in her lie. I think I saw her pale for a bit before swallowing and shaking her head. "Maybe I just didn't like them now," she said giving me a reassuring smile but I sensed distress along the way. "Come on, let's get some continental breakfast."
I grumbled as I slid out the bed, and quickly got dressed. After that, we headed down from our room with a heavy heart. I didn't want to face the world right now; somehow, the pride of killing someone really important diminished into a minuscule amount and depression hit me like a rock. Goddamn it! How stupid can I be to miss those tiny details? I knew I should have investigated it thoroughly but I didn't because I'm satisfied with just killing someone.
This time, I'm not failing.
I gritted my teeth as we walked out of the wooden doors from the inn and out to meet the rising sun. The smell of fresh air greeted me and slightly lifted my mood but didn't alleviate it completely. Holly just walked ahead, willing me to follow behind her as we strolled the town of Queretaro for the second time since our stay here. We walked thought the carefully arranged brick pathway as we strolled around town, looking for anyone who offers breakfast. Finally, we stopped in a local restaurant and ordered breakfast; she ordered omelets with salad and mangos while I settled for some bread and butter. We ate in comfortable silence as both of us pondered on the same question.
What now?
Should I barge into the Plaza de la Corregidora? Should I wait for the right moment? I'm not usually the one who decides on these things because that's Domovov's job, not mine. Finally, I decided to break the ice.
"I think we should watch the area carefully and assess what we have to do before confronting Gregory-Smith."
She raised her eyebrows at me and nodded. "That would be the best, I think. Should we head out. Now or...?"
"Or what?"
She blushed: he cheeks turning a bright shade of pink. "I don't know... Stroll around town? Maybe we could gather information on the way?"
She does have a point but... "You're thinking of shopping in the middle of a mission?" I hissed at her which made her blush even more. "It would complete our tourist get up," she said in almost a whisper as she forked her omelet. "And I thought we could shop around for souvenirs. I want to buy Gustav and Leo something."
I mumbled something on the way but I didn't fully disagree with her. After all, it does sound like fun. At least I have something to do to take my mind off of things for a few hours. Something shone in my eyes and I narrowed it in response.
"What's that?" I asked pointing a finger at her hand.
She immediately dropped her hands under the table. "W-What's what?"
Instead of asking again, I grabbed her wrist and pulled it up. The plates and the spoon clattered as I pulled on her wrist only to see a brown leather bracelet with a silver wolf as a pendant.
I froze as I stared at the pendant, never minding her futile attempts of pulling it away from my grasp. Her pleas were met by deaf ears as I stared at it, recognition hitting me with such a force I almost toppled over.
Suddenly, I was back inside my parents' bedroom with little Calvin wearing his best blue trousers, his innocent blue eyes staring at his mother on humming softly in front of her vanity mirror, brushing her golden hair. The wind blew from the open balcony doors making the pink curtains flutter in response; I could almost feel the soft carpet in my feet and smell the woodsy aroma from the forest below.
"Mommy," I watched as he walked slowly to her mother, his eyes fixated on her hair. "Why didn't daddy come home for my first recital?"
She laughed, the sweet sound filling my nostalgic ears as I remembered. She glanced down at little Calvin and smiled. "Daddy has business back in the American lands. He is busy person."
I watch as little Calvin climbed up his mother's lap and fiddled with her hair until he discovers a bracelet from her mother's wrist. I watched as he fiddled on it and touched the silver wolf on the middle. "What's this pretty thing, mommy?" He asked and I almost smiled at the deep British accent I carefully concealed inside me that only little Calvin can speak.
Mother looked down and gave a wistful smile at the bracelet. "It was given to me by a friend, Calvin. A very special friend. This is a charm."
"A charm?"
She nodded and pulled on the string securing the bracelet. "You see," she said as she strapped the bracelet on my wrist ", this protects anyone from the lycan race. Legend foretells of a great alpha who crafted these charms for his mate and soon, his children, to ward lycans away who are threat to them. It is believed that anyone who dare hurt these individuals would suffer greatly not only from the lycans around but also to the protector herself."
"The protector?" He parroted and I furrowed my eyebrows at it.
She smiled again and twirled the bracelet. "The moon goddess, their deity."
"But you are not any werewolf's mate, mother," young Calvin said as he fingered the bracelet. "You are father's wife."
She laughed again. "Of course I am, Calvin. Of course," she smiled again as she pulled me to a hug. "But it helps in keeping the lycans away, doesn't it?"
It was then I realized that she didn't answer my queries. Where did she get that? Who gave it to her? I paled as I remember the little me running off as I hear my father's footsteps with her bracelet latched in my wrist. Father took me to the fare that night and I remember losing it.
Weeks later, we were attacked. All because I lost that little bracelet that wards off the lycans.
Reality slammed back to ten fold as I gasped for air and quickly stood up, her hands still in mine. "Calvin, it hurts," she whined and I finally hear her. I snapped my bewildered eyes at hers and saw her chocolate orbs directed to me, confusion, worry, and pain etched on them.
"Where did you get this?"
She hesitated. "N-Nothing. I just bought it--"
I tightened my hold on her wrist and that stopped her from talking. "Where did you get this?" I repeated, this time, darker and menacing that she looked down. She didn't speak and I realized that the people around are looking at us already. As much as I would love answers from her, I don't want to be in the internet soon so I slammed bills in the table and pulled her out of the restaurant.
She effortlessly walked behind me as I pulled her in a corner and pinned her to the nearest wall, my finger hooking in the leather that held like a metal on her wrist. "Where did you get this, Holly?" I repeated for the third time and she knew I wouldn't repeat it for the fourth time without damage.
She bit on her lower lip, trying to find a way out but I gave her none. Finally realizing it, she sighed and slumped her shoulders. "Harley Bracken gave it to me," she said in the smallest voice she could muster as she pulled on her wrist and I finally let go.
I muttered a small curse and sighed in relief. At least she wasn't part of the agenda I have brewing in my brain about someone stealing from me in that fare. But Harley Bracken is a lot different situation. He's into something...
"Why'd you do that?" She asked, breaking my trance as she gave me a scared look. "Why'd you panic like that, Calvin? Did... Did you know about the charm?"
"Of course I know about the charm. My mother had one before," before I got them killed by losing it anyway. No, stop, Calvin. It's not your fault. You were just in the wrong time at the wrong place.
She furrowed her eyebrows at the information. "What's wrong, Calvin?" She asked, my name on her mouth tasting so much like addicting wine. "Why did your mother have one? Is...is this it?"
I stared at the slightly used leather and the scratched wolf in the middle. "No, my mother's was a lighter shade of brown and her wolf isn't running. It's sitting down."
"Oh," she said as she sighed, probably scared that I was going to take the charm off. For a minute, I did consider it but thought that it is for her own good to wear it as protection from lycans who might hurt her.
But I really want to remove it off her just to prove that Harley Bracken did not make any impact on my Holly.
With the memory of my mother's bracelet aside, I've decided: I'm going to cover it up.
I pulled on her hand again as we exited the small alleyway and pulled her out. Somehow, we're becoming really fond of alleys and I couldn't help but to smirk upon remembering her small whimpers of pleasure as I took her over and over again on the walls last night.
"W-Where are we going?" She asked as we stepped into the bus stop and waited for any to arrive.
I turned to her curious gaze and grinned. "I'm taking you shopping."
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|HOLLY|
He's jealous. I know it. I blushed at the thought as he tired to find something that is big enough to cover the small bracelet Harley gave me. I miss Harley like hell and I sure am worried about him but being here with Calvin just covers it all up. I want to feel concerned about Harley but all I'm feeling right now is how to make Calvin happy.
And the soreness between my legs. Fùck, last night was tiring and probably one of the hardest marathon I have ever tried.
Okay, also one of the best. I have to admit.
I looked around the mall and saw different people hanging around and just chilling out. Unfortunately, I was alone. Calvin had disappeared a few minutes ago and I wouldn't just stay in one place. So, I decided to sit on the benches by the fountain that lay on the middle of the establishment, licking vanilla ice cream and holding four paper bags from different shops. The people did not congest me and I feel fine for that, in fact, I'm enjoying my free time away too much to even consider anyone at the moment.
It was also my first time to shop a lot. And by a lot, I meant a whole lot of things that I never imagined. Ergo, that would mean going through different lingerie establishments and buying sexy pairs. I spotted one pair that looked like the ones Calvin is looking at at the magazine --only the straps are halter neck-- and bought it immediately. Now, I have four lingeries, that including a black nightie that is made up of lace and is completely see through, a red and black pair, a purple lace bra and undies and the all time favorite waist garter and stockings pair. Also, I've decided to buy a few more clothes that we could use on the bed room such as short and skimpy maid uniforms that didn't look much like one but is still--
God, I'm so perverted.
Blushing to myself, I continued to lick my ice cream. But, among all the things in my shopping bags lay one that weighs a ton even though it probably weighs nothing but few grams. I just bought it because it may be or may not be....
"Holly! Goddamn it!" Calvin's voice rang through the center and I immediately snapped my gaze to his. He looked blown over as sweat trickled down his face, looking frustrated. He stalked towards me and I immediately ate all my ice cream. Something tells me that he's here to kill me so I'd better enjoy my last meal.
"Where the fùck have you been?!" He hissed as he glared at me, his eyes flashing a shade of red. "I have been looking over for you! I thought you were taken by Gregory-Smith's goons! You could have died! For heaven's sake!"
"I'm sorry," I muttered as I shifted on my seat and moved to the left to let him sit beside me. He muttered a few curses before sitting beside me and crossing his arms. "So," I said as fiddled with the straps of the bags ", where have you been?"
"Shopping around," he said as he rolled his eyes at me. "You?"
"Shopping around too."
"Let me see what you bought."
I blushed harder than a ripe tomato and pulled my paper bags away from his grasp. He gasped a littler at the disrespect but I held on; I wouldn't want to show him my things unless there are only the two of us in a room. "Y-You can't see it!" I squealed as he tried to reach for it again. "I promise to show it to you when we're alone..."
He assessed me first for a few minutes, pondering if he should follow me before sighing. "Fine," he said as he drew something off his pocket. I saw him pull a small box and put it on my hand, as if it was one of the most disgusting things he had held. I looked at the blue box with a red ribbon on it and opened it, revealing a small, gold interlinked chain. I pulled it out and looked at it before looking at Calvin who was raising his eyebrows at me.
"So?" He asked, expectant.
So, what? "Um... Thank you?"
He sighed exasperatedly. "You are supposed to say its better than anything even your life."
Oh! I am so grateful to you, you sonofabitch. I gave him a sarcastic smile and put it on, the gold chain glimmering against the light as I put it above Harley's charm. "What is it?" I asked as I stared at it quizzically.
"It's a charm bracelet."
"Without a charm?"
He grimaced at me. "Of course there is, you ungrateful wench."
Oh, now we're back to being wench. It was my turn to raise my eyebrows at him as a sign that I didn't see any charm on it. He pulled on a small pendant of square from his pocket and attached it on my bracelet without difficulty. I stared at the red box that now hung from the gold chain and returned my gaze at Calvin.
"It's the alleyways," he said as if he read my mind. He gave a lopsided smile as I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "You know," he drawled on as he stared ahead ", when you were screaming last night in the alleyways? So I gave you a box as a representation of an alleyway wall."
Silence.
"Seriously?!" I almost shrieked as I stared at the red box. I could almost see it. I would tell our children one day, hey little Calvin junior! You see this little charm on mommy's charm bracelet? Yeah? That is where your dad and I had sex. In fact, every charm here is a representation of all the places we have had sex with!
Now, it was his turn to furrow his eyebrows. "Yes," he said cautiously as he eyes the charm. "What's wrong with it? Harley Bracken's charm better than mine?"
Jealousy. My brain sang the words at me and I couldn't help but to smile like a fool in the middle of the mall. Oh well, at least it's the thought that counts, right? I grinned at Calvin who still looked like I stepped on his mother's rose bushes. "No, I love it so much, I think I'm going to buy another ice cream."
His expression softened and he grimaced at me. "You're pigging out again."
"I love ice cream," I pouted at him as I stood up and walked to the man selling ice cream and bought another scoop of vanilla ice cream and bought chocolate for Calvin. "Chocolate please," I said as the ice cream man whose grungy brown hair and a mustache nodded and scooped the chocolate. As he handed them to me, we locked eyes and I caught the strangest color of light green. I was mesmerized for a scene by his eyes and hear him say something I didn't understand. I supposed it was just some greeting or a sign of gratitude of some sort so I just nodded and thanked him too. Well, isn't that weird?
I returned to Calvin and the two of us sat down, not wanting to spoil the moment by bringing up Gregory-Smith and how to attack. It's just the two of us sitting and enjoying our first ever date.
Yes, a date.
My toes curled in glee.
As we were just busy licking and staring around, I saw someone standing on the corner of the wall. The person in description is a male, judging by the build, wearing a shirt and a leather jacket while crossing his arms; he was an unknown entity as his cowboy hat obscured his face, leaving only his rugged jaw in sight. He leaned back on the walls between Guess and forever21 as his eyes were piercing my skin. I unconsciously rubbed on my forearms, feeling the hair in the area stand up in response. I don't know why I suddenly feel his presence lurking around when Calvin looked oblivious to all. I finished my ice cream, cautious of the presence. Should I tell him about this? No, maybe he's just a bystander.
I decided that he's probably just someone relaxing and thought nothing of it as I asked Calvin to accompany me in shopping for more things in which he gladly complied. He stuffed the ice cream on his mouth and we continued strolling around. Somehow, the thought of the man managed to vanish as we entered shops after shops and lost count on all the items I bought. By four in the afternoon, I was dead tired and begged Calvin to rest back in the inn in which he didn't give up without a fight and a threat that I would sit there and won't budge until fully rested. My feet ached and my arms are falling off with all the bags he shopped from me, majority are dresses, shoes and lingeries he so happily judged.
Feeling my bladder bulge, the urge to pee came so suddenly.
"I need to use the restroom," I said as I handed him the bags. "You have got to be kidding me," he hissed as I dashed away, determined to pee before he could stop me. I weaved through the crowd of people, trying to remember the way to the restroom we passed just a while ago. The loud chattering of people in Spanish and the smell of tacos drifted on the air, making my stomach gurgle out again. Damn, maybe I am pigging out a bit...
Finally, I saw a sign that looked like a girl in a skirt and entered the room. I sighed in relief as I sat on the toilet and emptied my bladder, thinking what we should do next. Maybe I should ask him to accompany me to an amusement park? I've heard from the people in the pack and from the humans around that amusement parks are awesome. I haven't really been in one and I would love to go! I exited the cubicle and saw that the bathroom is now empty. No one entered and exited through the cubicles, making me wonder what happened to the people around. I just shrugged it off and proceeded in washing my hands, my focus drifting back to that small box in my shopping bags...
Oh, fùck! Calvin has the bags! I gasped at the thought and immediately switched the water off before spinning around and running out of the door. Please don't let him see it. I'm going to die! Just as I threw open the door, my head was met by a hard chest and I stumbled back due to the force. I rubbed my forehead, forgetting about Calvin and muttered a small apology before side stepping the body.
Only I didn't get too far.
Large, calloused hands grabbed me by the arm and spun me around. I halted and twisted towards my attacker only to see that it was the man standing on the corner a while ago. I gasped as I came face to face with a lycan whose eyes were shining light brown; he looks like he was on his mid forties, looking worn to the edges. His jaw was tight as I assessed a scar running in his lower lip. Staring at him made me remember how a Cherokee Indian looked like in the books from Calvin's library.
I couldn't scream, I couldn't. I don't know why I can't, I just know that I was disabled in some point. I could feel him fingering the leather bracelet hanging in my wrist, the one Harley gave me. His eyes darted to it, and mine did too, curious of what is happening. A few humans passed us and looked at us funny but didn't say anything as they mindlessly walked away.
"A protection from an alpha with a blood of royalty," he said in a thick Mexican voice. The words sent tingles in my fingers, the leather bracelet becoming heavy on my wrist. I wanted to scream Calvin's name but I couldn't. I couldn't find my voice. His beady eyes darted to my face again and I saw him smile.
"You are going to meet the alpha."
The alpha? The alpha? The alpha who? Richardson? Harley?
...Gregory-Smith?
He pulled on my arms and I finally regained my motion back. I pulled on my wrist and was to scream for help when he clamped a hand down on my mouth, preventing me. "Listen here," he said, freezing my senses once again. "You are coming with me. Don't make this any more difficult. You want answers. You will have them."
Answers? He caught my attention and that stopped my from my struggles. My body felt like a ton as it automatically followed him as if he was a vampire who is able to compel. Only, it is used on a lycan like me. Vampires can't compel lycans until they're powerful enough; I think Aldrich can do it but it's rare. After all power intensifies with age with their race.
I stared ahead as I walked behind him, my limbs having a mind of their own. How is he able control me? What the fùck is happening here?!
We exited the mall with me walking like a zombie behind him and both of us came face to face with a honda civic waiting by the steps of the mall. I unwillingly stepped on the car and sat down, my throat constricting at the urge to scream. Tears welled up on my eyes as my gaze darted back to the entrance of the mall and wished for the high heavens to spare Calvin.
We travelled, all the while my nerves are in hay wire as I tried to think where the hell are they taking me. My heart pumped faster and perspiration formed in my forehead as I remembered Harley saying something back at the rebellion about them wanting me. For the reasons, that I didn't know.
We entered a street where different establishments are located. People piled around the area like tourists, shopping on the different stores that it offered. I could see children loitering about, feeling the sinking sun of Queretaro. My eyes darted at the area and I caught the sight a banner in which a small 'Welcome to Plaza de la Corregidora!' fluttered. My organ of circulation jumped from my ribs as we drove further until the establishments thinned out only to be replaced by smaller ones near the edge of the town. Still frozen and locked into place, I couldn't help the curiosity rising within me.
Where are they taking me?
The driver of the Honda civic didn't look like he cared, he just knew that he needed to deliver me to where I am needed. Soon, the car came to a stop and I've observed that we stopped on a house. I wouldn't peg it for a mansion for it wasn't that big; but it is close to one, nonetheless. The house screamed of 'Spanish' all over it and I couldn't help but to forget about my condition as I wondered at it.
The brick walls were red as it served as the base, followed by a cemented wall and large windows pulled open, leaving the curtains fluttering. The house is enclosed in a brick wall with ivy running around it too, followed by a steel gate painted black. The gate pulled back with a screech and the car forwarded with ease; I raised my eyebrows at the scene in front of me and I almost thought I was back on the pack house watching a movie where the heroine enters the drug lord's lair because it seems so fitting. Trees and trees of palm trees encircled the area and rose bushes, similar to the Winchester castle, circled the walls like a beautiful, protective barrier.
We stopped in the drive way and the curse holding me was lifted off. I could move my limbs once again but knew that if I fought, it would be extremely futile. In fact, I would probably end up as a prison if I didn't behave. I calmed myself and sucked in air. Play your cards right, Holly, I mentally cheered as the man holding me captive pulled on his door on side of the car and exited. Gather enough info and conserve your energy incase of emergencies!
The man pulled on my door and I sighed before stepping out of the car, my knees weakening even after my mental cheer. I cursed my fears as the man closed the door behind me and the car left, leaving the two of us standing in awkward silent in the front of the twin wooden door shaped as a large peanut with golden handles on each side. "Alpha Gregory-Smith is waiting for you inside," he said as he stepped on the marble stair case consisting of three and pushed the door open.
I knew it was Gregory-Smith! I scowled at myself as I swallowed hard. Good side of it? I'm right on my assumptions. Bad? I'm probably going to be skinned alive just to draw Calvin here.
Dammit.
The plush, navy carpet greeted me and I gasped as my eyes saw what's inside the house. It was gorgeous; paintings after paintings are hung in the concrete wall and lush furniture screamed beautiful as it is impeccably arranged in such manner that I welcomes visitors inside. The chilly air blew through the curtains and I rubbed at my forearms for heat. There are wooden chairs and sofas that are attached with golden satin and foam that made it look like some sort of a late Victorian chair while sculptures glazed the corners; I could see pottery and marble stone works sitting on their pedestals, making me realize that this Gregory-Smith guy is addicted to artworks. Finally accepting my fate and the curiosity getting the better of me, I followed the man as we weaved through the house, opening doors after doors as we searched for him.
I managed to see three bedrooms, a receiving room, a pantry, the balcony, and a small ballroom. Finally, as I feel the man getting pissed off, he pushed a mother door open that leads to a large dining room and our eyes caught sight of someone sitting on a wheel chair. "Finally! You insufferable old coot, you have been wandering about again," the man said with a sigh as he walked ahead of me. I slowly took careful steps behind him, marveling at the beauty of the area; the dining room is majestic with the different colored tiles and chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as wind blew from the different open doors that extended to another balcony connected; a large table is in the middle of the room complete with chairs and candles. Maids rushed around as they cleaned and arranged dinner, some are serving the man on the wheel chair with tea and cookies and I couldn't help but to wonder if it is the Gregory-Smith.
As soon as I approached him fully to see the man, my breath caught in my throat. Sitting on the wheel chair is a man on his late seventies wrinkling and thin with a white mustache around his face; he was saying something to the man on a hat as I approached, surprised that Gregory-Smith is this guy. When he noticed my presence, he turned his gaze on me and his smile softened.
"Holly Greener," he said, his voice raspy and weak and I wondered what the hell the man we met in El Pata was mumbling about this old man. I didn't say anything, I just nodded at him in respect; I could feel it in my blood, he was once a powerful man. Maybe still powerful but not like he once was. I sucked in breath as I asked the once question circulating in my brain:
"Are you Gregory-Smith?"
My voice sounded high, like a child's toy that was accidentally pressed. It was full of doubt and confusion that I'm sure the man in the wheelchair realized. He chuckled, a rich laugh filling me in the ears. "Yes I am, child," he said as he motioned me to sit down. "Did my beta, Anton, treat you well? He is still a bit of a heathen when it comes to guests."
Since I am truthfully tired, I took the offer and sat down the plush chair. Anton snorted yet that and alpha Gregory-Smith offered me cookies. My stomach grumbled at the sight and the sight made my mouth water. I looked up to him and to Anton before glancing back to the the cookies.
"They're not poisoned, I assure you." Gregory-Smith said as he took one cookie and munched on it. Again, as if in cue, my stomach gurgled again. Ah, fùck this, I mentally mumbled to myself as I took one cookie and bit on it. Oh sweet heavens! It's delicious!
"Feel free to take more, child," he urged to me and I obliged. I took on another cookie and bit on it. Butterscotch this time. Tea was served to me and I couldn't help but to wander my eyes around the area. That reminds me...
"How did you beta manage to compel me?" I asked him out of the blue as I looked at the man on the wheelchair. He was silent for a while and I could hear Anton chuckle at that. "It wasn't me who compelled you, Little lycan," he said and I looked behind me to see him leaning on the wall like he did back in the mall. He took out a cigarette and lit it up before inhaling and puffing smoke.
I grimaced at the smoke and turned to Gregory-Smith who sipped on his cup of tea. "It wasn't possible for a lycan to compel a lycan, Holly Greener."
"Well, he's the only one who could have done it."
He raised his eyebrows at me and I felt churning on my stomach. "He's not the only one. Think, miss Greener. Remember who could have done it as well."
I forced my mind to go back. Calvin can do it to me but I doubt he'd do it for the benefit of these people. So far, there isn't anyone who could at the moment unless you count sales ladies and...
Oh no. My mouth dropped open as I remembered the green orbs of the ice cream vendor on the vicinity. "The ice cream man," I said in a whisper as I dropped my hands in my sides, stunned at the deceit that happened. "B-But he couldn't possibly compel me unless he's old enough to do it and the only ones who could--"
"The Lord of Winchester may be able to do it with his age but it would take a whole lot of practice," Gregory-Smith said as he took another piece of cookie and bit on it. "To make it easier for you, it was someone ancient who led you to us. Someone who believed that I was able to capture you and bring you to the rebellion without the blame pointing at them, someone that didn't want too much attention, Holly Greener."
Someone ancient? But that's...
"The one who compelled you for this is Giovanni. Do you know him?"
Giovanni? Wait, I know that name! "The head of the vampire council," I said in awe, my heart stopping at the realization. Giovanni? One of Aldrich's council friends. What do they want with me? Is the council part of this? Are they part of the scheme?
"What do they want with me? Why does he rebellion want me?"
He smiled grimly as he sipped on his tea again. "You came here for answers and I will give you everything I know," he said, a small smile lining his face. "But the answer to your query is quite obvious."
Obvious? "The vampire lord of Winchester is fond of you, Holly Greener. They want you as leverage for him."
"For what? I'm... I'm his slave."
"You are far more than a slave, Holly Greener. Far more than that." He said as he stared at me with his golden amber eyes that showed blood of a royalty: someone powerful enough to kill me in the snap of his fingers.
"There are three vampire lords who are standing as a beacon of hope for the vampire monarchy and that's Domovov Vaskovitch, Colton Wellington and Calvin Campbell. The rebellion are taking down Domovov Vaskovitch by his pillars: his family. Colton Wellington is less of a threat than the other two since his property is in chaos. That leaves one who didn't have a weakness, no love, no care to anything...except for you. Calvin Campbell's downfall will include yours and with the three of them down, the vampire monarchy will crumble."
Calvin's ruin...
Falls with me.
"There are far more powerful vampire lords than the three of them."
"I believe there are, Holly Greener, but they are the only vampire lords left supporting the vampire monarchy."
"You can't...you can't kill one of them easily," I said, trying to make a point and make them realize that it is impossible to destroy even one of them. "There are a lot of vampire lords who support the monarchy still! What do your lot want with the vampire monarchy anyway?""
He sighed. "What they intend with the monarchy, I do not know, miss Greener," he looked at me. "But Yes, they are but small people compared to the three vampire lords," he said as I could almost see his amusement in teasing me. "There are a lot of ways on how to destroy a vampire lord. One is to destroy the ones they love and they would follow behind almost instantly."
"He doesn't love me," I said as I stared at Gregory-Smith wide eyed. Gregory-Smith smiled again; he poured me tea with a shaky hand. The green liquid swirled on my cup as I stared at the black bits of leaves swimming on my cup, the shock and the revelations shaking me completely. They're targeting Jessica and their child! Colton is much of a threat as the two of them but he is busy with his property and Calvin...
Calvin's can't... He can't fall because of me. Were friends but...that's all.
That's all he'll ever feel about me.
"He may, he may not but no one can deny the fact that you are the closest thing he has to a friend. And knowing him, he wouldn't let you go. He couldn't."
"What do you know about Calvin?" I spat, the information overwhelming me, activating my defense mechanisms. He just...I wouldn't let him fall with me. Calvin won't.
He grinned and stared out the window. "Why don't we wait for him here?"
We all fell unto an uncomfortable silence and he returned to his tea and cookies. I sat there, stunned to my bones. They're targeting me because they think that Calvin would care for me, that he will do anything just to keep a slave like me. They're greatly mistaken, I thought as I gripped the table cloth tighter in my fists, Calvin doesn't care about anyone. Especially not me.
Gregory-Smith and his beta made small talk for half an hour before we all heard some shouting and the metal falling. The crash came louder than expected and I stood up from my seat. No, I whispered to myself, my heart pumping harder and faster. Don't be Calvin. Don't come here. They'll hand us both into he rebellion. When they do, nothing can stop them. Nothing.
We heard shuffling and shouting though the doors and I felt Anton tense from beside his alpha before the door to the dining room burst open, revealing an angry Calvin with fangs bared at anyone who dared come across him. I saw blood from the other side of the room and I grimaced at the thought of him killing everyone on the way here. His eyes landed unto me and his eyes fluctuated to a dangerous black and red, threatening to go into rampage. "What did you're to her?" He asked as he tried to reign his emotions in.
And he's losing.
Anton shrugged and Gregory-Smith just sighed at him. "We were having tea," the alpha replied as he motioned for him to join us. "Would you like some?"
"You're all dead," he snarled as he jumped to us, fangs bared and hands ready for the kill.
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Next chapter is going to be a REVELATION. And you'd never expect who the fùck is the vampire king. Hihi.
>:) I want to surprise you guys to the facts and Sold!To the rebellion is full of it! Brimming to the core! I'd hate to twist things a bit and I'm sure a lot of people would probably kill me in the end but please don't kill me until the last installment of the book? Because in the next Sold!, a lot of characters are going to die. (There! I'm preparing you for the shocks in life)
Still, keep in mind that my thought process may make a U-turn for the worse or the better. Damn, sometimes, I think the dopamine activity of my brain is the same with those with schizophrenia. Oh, well. :")))
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