Seraphine.
As I was unceremoniously thrown into the dusty crusty floor of a real time 'dungeon', all I could do was cry.
Cry because I had literally just gone from the frying pan to the fire. Cry because I couldn't understand shit from all the things they were saying to me, and cry because, how did I go from a victim to a perpetrator in one second?
Another thing that stuck out to me was the executioner's— if that is what he is called— use of the word: 'moon goddess.' But that was not all.
I also wanted to know why a single man had the power to act as the judge, the jury and the executioner.
I also wanted to know why I hadn't been handed over to the police, and why they had instead decided to lock me up rather than try to find out if I had indeed killed Eloise or not.
At the thought of my mother, my blood boiled in my veins one more time. Anger mixed with anguish overcame me until I didn't know whether to cry or laugh at the absurdity of it all.
At first, I began to laugh but when I remembered the look in the eyes of those people and the viciousness with which they had regarded me with, tears slipped out of my eyes.
This was not a game.
This was not some movie set.
This was real. A terrible kind of reality.
"Hell, I wanted— no, needed— to be out of here! I need to know what's happening. Where Lucian and my mother are! I need to know what kind of a sick twisted game they have finally decided to dump me into. And most of all, I needed to know what was happening at the company!" I mused under my breath, but all I got was the echoes of my voice coming back to me.
This made my heart ache just thinking about it. It made my body sizzle with a kind of energy so strong, I could literally pass out from it.
I was just thinking about ways to get out of this hell hole when someone finally stumbled into my cell. He was a large man— an extremely large man towering above six feet— with one of his eyes hidden behind an eyepatch. The exposed eye was a deep colored gray; But it was not just the hostility I found in his eyes that unnerved me.
It was his body which was abnormally large.
It was the long claws protruding from each of his fingers. And it was the extremely large syringe stuck between his index finger and middle finger which he pointed at me like some weapon.
At the sight, I scrambled backward, but because the chains around my legs and hands were too tight, there wasn't much I could do. So I ended up wobbling around and not moving quite anywhere until he fisted his hands into my hair, dragged me to my feet and sneered in my face;
"If your life was in my hands and your execution was within my powers, then I would have killed you and fed your body to rogue wolves! I would've carved out your heart with my blade and allowed ravage beasts fuck your corpse senseless so that you go to the afterlife with emotional and physical sores!"
His words made tremors run up my spine. And do you know why?
Because I could tell that he meant it. I could tell that each word he said had come from a place deep within his heart.
He roughly let go of my hair and in the process, my head smacked against the wall behind me, tearing a groan out from my closed lips.
In panic, my eyes met the bloody syringe one more time and I couldn't help the way fear surged through me. I cried; "What is that?"
And at the sound of my voice, he merely smirked, grabbed my chin with his overly large hands until his claws dug into my flesh and then he spat;
"The Alphas want you docile. They need to be sure that you're telling the truth when the time comes before they can execute you." He hissed, and with that, he stuck the syringe into my neck and released all of that clear liquid into my body.
My body jerked as soon as I felt the cold liquid rush through me and the heavens, it was so painful, I couldn't hold back the cry that left my lips.
The man pushed me to the side when he was done with me and rose to his feet, smirking when he saw me literally fighting for air.
And that I was— fighting for air.
All of a sudden, I could no longer breathe. I couldn't move nor speak and could only desperately grab at my neck as if that way, I could get some air into my lungs.
Tears streamed down my face now in torrents and I couldn't control the sobs that wracked out from deep within my soul as I struggled desperately to stay alive.
But it was difficult.
Very difficult.
One minute, I was fighting to breathe, and in the next, I couldn't even feel anything anymore. I was numb with tears streaming down my face and all my breath knocked out of me. My vision became blurry too and the last thing I felt— or heard— was my own loud scream before the entire world went silent and I was swallowed up by the darkness that lay beyond.
—
By the time I woke up, I was surprised to find out that I was no longer in that filthy ugly dirty cell. But instead, I was in a…
Wait, a bed!
A freaking gothic large queen sized bed with purple silk bed curtains, situated in a room I've never been in before.
Is this hell?
Or heaven?
What the fuck is happening?
My heart raced as I slowly rose to my feet and stalked over to the door but just as I passed a mirror not so far from the bed, I froze.
Because it wasn't me, Seraphine Cullen, that I found in the mirror looking back at me. It was a different girl entirely. A girl with the prettiest hazel eyes I've ever seen, and possessing the shiniest silver-est hair I've ever seen in my entire life.
Her body was youthful and delicate, in the perfect seventeen year old- kind of way that you would see in movies like twilight and vampire diaries.
But still… that was not me.
At all.
The real me was about twenty-three years old!
I screamed.