Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
“Dad.” I croaked, my emotions clogging my voice. He kneels down next to me, and wraps his arms around me.
“You have to break eventually son, just try and hold it together till we get you home. He says, pain and understanding in his voice. “We’ll find her son I promise, there is no doubt in my mind that we will get your Starlight back.”
Author’s Note: My proof reader, (my mom) was sicker thien the rest of us, being older (62) it hit her harder. I should be back to daily updates soon./////
Alora’s POV
Agony wracked my body as the drugs burned through my system, they spread a spell in my blood stream as they made their way through me, this was the first thing 1 became aware of as I regained consciousness. I concentrated on what the drugs were and the spell they brought were doing to my body. The drugs paralyzed me initially, and knocked me unconscious, preventing my natural ability to block the spells they laid down after.
With the spells I felt chains wrapping around Selena and Xena. They were no where near as strong as the ones that had trapped them originally. If I had my strength we could have easily broken them, but that was why the drugs, the magic left behind carried the feel of black magic. Knowing this allowed me to guess at who my capture was.
I became aware of the cold stone my back was against, and the chains wrapped around my arms holding my body up, and cuffs around my ankles. I seemed to be hanging from the chains wrapped around my arms, so I knew I was against a wall. I probably wouldn’t be staying against this wall for long after I was awake,
1 especially if my capturer was who I thought she was.
The drugs kept my body limp, and I kept my breathing deep and calm, as if still unconscious. I was able to analyze the content of the drugs as they finished laying down their spell. I felt it the moment my limbs were no longer paralyzed by the drugs, but I might as well have been a human child with the weakness they left behind.
If they used the same formula again it wouldn’t work, but the damage was already done. I was more grateful now then ever before that I had set up the safe guards that I had. It might be awhile before I could get myself out, but I would.
I tried to break through the spell keeping me from my mate, but it was no use, I was too weak at the moment, and my magic was blocked as well, I couldn’t even draw from the rings, that was when I realized they were no longer on my fingers.
Those rings had so much power stored in them, they would be dangerous in the hand of anyone with ill intent. Then I remembered that only a blood relation would
be able to use them, that didn’t make me feel much better. The only consolation was Sarah wouldn’t be able to use the power in them against me.Luckily the spell meant to keep me from communicating with my other selves was unable to actually do so. It was the only one of the spells we were able to avoid, because we already had a defense against this spell. It had the same components to the one placed on us at infancy. I was able to take my self to our space, they were not able to separate it, no one could, not now that it’s already melded together once.
Selena was still in a meditative pose, the spherical balls of power representing our pups still in front of her. But now there were black chains coming from the ground to wrap around her, holding her in place. Xena had a thick chunky black metal collar, and multiple chains came from the ground, connecting to the collar, holding her in place.
We were well and truly trapped here for the moment. I looked at the floating spheres of power in front to Selena, just staring at them, absorbing the importance of their lives. A determination started to solidify, becoming something unbreakable.
I looked up and met both Selena and Xena’s gazes. I saw the same determination blazing out of their eyes, felt it in our combined emotions. We will do everything within our power to make sure our pups survived.
I was yanked out of my space by an ice cold splash of water, my eyes were still closed when I heard what sounded like a metal pail slam onto the ground. After the sound came a hard slap to my face then the furiously growled words.
“Wake up whore! It’s been three days and I’m tired of waiting! When I didn’t immediately respond another slap came, this time to my other cheek. “Wake up you slut!”
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I lift my head and glare at her, I immediately focus on the chain around her neck, she’s wearing my rings on a necklace around her neck. If my hand were free I’d rip them from her throat.
Seeing that I was glairing at her infuriated her more, so she slapped me again, I felt my lip split and blood started to drip down my chin. I snarled at her, and tried to jerk forward, but the chains kept me against the wall.
She s’aps me again. “Bitch who do you think you are!” another slap. “Your nothing!” slap. “Trash!” slap. “Nothing but a whorel slap. “You deserve everything I’m going to do to yout’ stay, slap, slapFinally she steps back, breathing heavy, a look of insanity and a sick fervor in her eyes. She actually seemed to get a high out of torturing people, I truly believed she was addicted to it. (1)
She reaches forward and trys to get the necklace off me, but the spell I placed on it made it impossible for her to even touch it.
Only two people could remove this necklace, myself, and Damien. No one would ever take it from me again.
Why I didn’t place one on the rings I don’t know. As soon as the rings where back, I would put them on my thumbs this time instead of my middle fingers, and place a spell on them. They would become like a second skin, if that skin was made up of metal.After trying to grab my necklace and failing, Sarah became more enraged. She started to slap me repeatedly, again and again.
Her face became twisted with her rage, made frighteningly grotesque and she started screaming at me, her shrieked words blended together becoming indiscernible. The words of an obviously amused male came to us, making Sarah pause in her tirade and bombardment of slaps.
“I don’t think she can answer you while her face is being slapped over and over again. I peak out through my braids, which were loose around my shoulders, in the direction of that voice.The male was standing by the door to this place, looking around a bit I see that I’m in a large cell, with cement walls and ceiling.
Looking across from me, I could make out three cells, assuming this side was the same, that would mean this place had a total of six cells.
I was in the cell closest to the door, any light came from either the long florescent lights in the hallway separating the two sides, or the small thickly barred windows in each cell. My chains were attached to some kind of hook and pulley system installed in the cement ceiling, meaning I could be up against the wall like I currently was, or they could hang me in the center of the cell.
Looking back at the male standing in front of a very thick metal door, I could see he was tall and well built. A foul stench surrounded him, the amused smile on his face was cruel, and an evil glint was in his eyes. This male was a Warlock, if not for his
inherent evil, he could have been handsome, but I could see the twisted sickness inside permeating outward.This man was a psycho, and he was getting off on Sarah’s insanity and my pain. There would be no rescue coming from this male, not that I really had that hope in the first place. His eyes traveled over my body, from head to toe, I couldn’t help but shiver in revulsion.
When his gaze landed on my face, the cruel and amused smile stretched wider, this male wasn’t just a psycho, he was a sadist, one worse than even Sarah. I made sure nothing I was feeling appeared on my face, and I kept my glare cold and arrogant.
This only seemed to intrigue him more, if he were Sarah, seeing this look on my face would have sent him into a rage.
Unfortunately, this was not Sarah, and seeing this look only made him more interested in me. Well that wasn’t good, not good at all.
