I felt a sudden wave of heat, like I'm on fire. My blood boils as I sweat profusely. A loud groan filled my head. Her eyes shone the vibrant gold. Dark strands of red weigh down to her thin waist. The woman is weeping.
Slowly, the light in her golden orbs disappear; her eyes covered by darkness. And all I felt was the coldness. Her pulse weakened and I could feel my lungs tightening.
“You did nothing wrong.” A soft, mellow voice whispered.
I was gasping for air.
It's always the bright sunlight that wakes me up in the morning or sometimes, it's a vampire. In today's case, it's none other than Izaac.
His voice woke me, “You okay?”
I sat up and my back hit the tree. “Yeah.”
I held my forehead and wiped tiny bullets of sweat. My, what a nightmare! It looked real. The voice felt like a lullaby to keep me asleep.
“Do you fall asleep out in the woods as a hobby? Is it fun? I must try it sometimes.” That smile I want to rip off of his face. It seems as if whenever he sees me, that half smile is always visible. I'm thinking its only purpose is to annoy the hell out of me.
Glaring at him will just make my head hurt so I chose to ignore him. I got up from my sleeping position and hastily dusted off my shorts from the soil. He was right. I fell asleep here at the back of the castle.
“What is that?” I turned to Izaac who was looking down at my shorts.
I glanced over at my thigh. My brows knotted, clueless of the scar on my thigh. It wasn't there yesterday in the shower. It's a huge bite mark and it looked as if it just healed.
“Fuck,” He muttered to himself. Izaac looked behind me. The gate was bent and severely damaged. As if a huge stone burst it open. But that wasn't important now because there lies a dead wolf just a couple steps away from us. Its position is pointed at the forest, as if it were heading there. Its fur is black and tainted with blood. Almost at some of its parts the blood has dried up, on its ears and neck mostly. However, the blood pooling on its half opened mouth is still fresh and black.
Memories from last night gushed at me like a running river. Blurry glimpses of the beast flashed in my mind like lightning. Those glowing eyes that are of a killer sent shivers down my spine. I saw it. I saw how its teeth pierced through my flesh. I stumbled backwards, my mind running of many thoughts.
Izaac examined the beast. His nose slightly moved towards the blood pool, taking its scent. Izaac clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening.
"What is it?"
"It’s been poisoned." He replied curtly.
A hiss escaped his mouth when he touched the dark blood. The skin of his finger turned into a deep shade of red, almost as if it's heated.
"The blood. It's holy."
"What?" I'm utterly confused and he won't give me complete answers.
He remained silent as he continued to observe. What shocked me the most is when Izaac ripped the beast open from its parted mouth. The smell of seared flesh invaded our nostrils. God, it smells awful. Like a decayed body.
I took a step back, keeping my distance from the dreadful stench.
"It's burned from the inside." I mumbled, holding my breath. The scene before me is horrid. It's like a bomb just exploded inside it causing the organs to break into pieces; the blood is all slimy and dark.
"Get Ambrose." Izaac ordered
As he said, I went back inside and called Ambrose. Everyone gathered outside at the back of the castle.
"It's a rogue." Sage answered. He sat across the beast, eyeing the nasty thing.
"It must have followed Feyre's scent." Ambrose spoke and looked at me.
"First, take the body in the basement. I will take a look at it." Ambrose ordered and walked away.
All the boys stared at one another, waiting for someone to step up and carry the smelly creature.
"You were the one who ripped it open, you go carry it." Daniel said to Izaac.
"You came here last. Carry the damn thing, Sage." Izaac said
"What? No!"
"Now!" Ambrose shouted, he's just a few meters away and he's headed inside.
In the end, Gideon carried the beast for the reason that he stole an extra blood pack last week. Yeah, they're kids. What could I do?
I followed them down the basement. There were stairs that led us down the castle. A ghastly stench welcomed us as we took the last few steps. It looked ancient, like a dungeon that they turned into some kind of laboratory. I was right. Inside the cells were skulls and skeletons. The green water splashed when a rat strode from nowhere. The soles of my shoes were now wet and dirty. I'm thinking this room isn't one of their favorites because of the disgusted look on their faces. Ambrose on the other hand remained focused and emotionless. He must've been used to the odor here.
"Lay it here." Ambrose pointed at the metal bed. Gideon nodded and did what he was told.
Ambrose furrowed his brow, "This blood cannot be touched by demons." He looked at me, bewildered.
"What exactly happened last night?" He asked, his voice thunderous and in need of immediate answers.
I looked down at the beast, those eyes now shut and lifeless.
"I was out for a quick stroll around the castle. When I reached the back castle, I saw it. The beast attacked me and bit my thigh. I couldn't ask for help since its teeth were buried on my skin. It was strong but I managed to kick it away. Then I passed out." I explained, my lips trembling.
Ambrose nodded, staring at the beast.
"This wolf was undoubtedly poisoned."
Everyone in the room has this strong expression. Eyebrows knotted and their teeth gritted. They're probably wondering who the murderer is.
Izaac turned his head at me. He wasn't glaring or anything. He just stood there with this spark of interest in those green eyes.
"I didn't poison it. I don’t understand." I was lost for words. It's like Izaac thinks of me as the murder suspect and it's nerve wrecking as hell. I bit the inside of my cheek.
"Your blood. It's lethal to all demons. One drop of your blood can kill any darkly creatures. Now the question is, how is that possible? I've never encountered something like this before." Ambrose stated, his eyes pierced through me with curiosity.
"What are you, Feyre?"
All eyes darted at me.