Loving Her Demons
Skylar keeled over and coughed out a large amount of blood. Stacy stood there puzzled.
This feeling that she got from seeing Skylar's face... excited her. She felt happy, and somewhat content. But it wasn't enough. She needed more.
Stacy kicked her in the ribs, the heel of her shoe cracking a few ribs. Suddenly, all the breath left her lungs, and the sudden suffocating pressure from her ribs crushing her insides. Black spots blurred her vision, and the pounding in her head increased.
Stacy snickered. "How does it feel that nobody cares for you? Do you still miss 'mommy and daddy'?" Stacy kicked her again, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I hope their deaths were traumatizing."
Skylar laid sprawled out on the concrete in an unnatural position, the scarlet pool beneath her spread slowly and gradually.
"And that's where you belong, freak. Down in the dirt like a little worm. Your kind were born to bow before us."
The young new Alpha, Baine, watched as his girlfriend mercilessly beat the little girl. He had felt it before he saw her, the undeniable pain in his chest. The girl was his mate.
It was a thick group that surrounded Stacy and the bloodied girl, they all laughed and pointed at her, ridiculing her. Before I could intervene, the girl twitched and forced herself to look up at Stacy. I winced at her appearance. Her face was covered in blood from opened wounds on her face and she was badly bruised. Her once fair blonde hair was crusted with blood. She looked like hell.
Skylar glanced up at Baine, she had felt him too. When he saw her he winced. He doesn't want me, she thought. The look in his eyes showed that he would never accept her, she could feel the rest of her hope crumbling. Skylar glared up at Stacy and growled. "I bow to no one," her voice had turned to acid.