The sound of water dripping is what helped me grasp reality and regain consciousness. There was no light wherever I was, but after a few minutes my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. There was nothing in the room except a leaky pipe in the corner. When I tried to move my hand to brush my brown hair out of my face, I realized I was in shackles. They were around my ankles as well.
My mouth was dry and I had a pounding headache. My wrists and ankles burnt from the shackles and when I pulled on them it hurt even more. The men who trapped me must have put some kind of poison on them to burn my skin if I tried to wiggle out and escape.
My head jerked up to the sound of the metal door being opened, light flooding in and hurting my eyes. It took a while for them to focus, and when they did I realized it was one of the men that kidnapped Dean and I.
If Dean was even still alive.
My heart began to ache from the thought of Dean dying and I quickly pushed those thoughts away when the man spoke.
A simple command that sent a wave fear through me. I immediately tried to stand, stumbling from the shackles on my ankles. He undid the shackles only to replace them with a pair of handcuffs, keeping my hands behind my back like a prisoner.
He stepped out of the way, letting me pass and enter a hallway. The floor was stone and I was thankful for the black combat boots I had on, although I couldn't exactly run away.
The man led me down the hall to a staircase. I struggled, but didn't stray too far behind. Maybe if I was a good prisoner, he'd spare my life. Although my mind kept wandering to Dean. I was terrified for him as well as myself. It was my fault for getting into this mess in the first place. I should have just went home instead of trying to spend time with some guy I didn't even know.
But there was something so different about him. It's like I was attracted to him, but not in the way I originally thought. There was something off about this entire situation. Besides the fact that these.. people.. could turn into giant ass wolves. I wanted to pretend this was all a dream, but it was too real. The pain in my wrists continued, the burning sensation from before making me want to chew my own arm off to get away from it. My eyes burned with tears as I continued to follow the man.
We went up another staircase and he opened a door that led outside. It was nighttime when I hit that wolf with my car, but now it was bright and sunny. The scenery was beautiful, red and orange leafed trees surrounded the place and the grass was a gorgeous green. The perfect place to have a picnic if I wasn't scared shitless that I might die.
The more we walked, houses began to come into view. Average sized houses surrounding a huge house. Actually, huge was an understatement. The bushes in front of it were perfectly trimmed, a flower garden on either side of the porch. A bird bath in the front yard and a cobblestone path leading to the porch stairs. How could someplace so inviting be so terrifying?
People started flocking out of their houses to stare at me. Their eyes were filled with disgust and hate. Some parents even gathered their curious children from outside and shuffled them in the house as if I was infected with a killer disease. What I didn't understand is why. I'd never done anything horribly bad in my entire life. Sure I smoked and drank and had one night flings after a few too many drinks at the bar, but I'd never done anything to make an entire group of people despise me.
I was forced into the large house and led up even more stairs and down a hall to a beautiful door. There were wolves running through the forest carved into the wood. "Alpha, I brought her." The man said before opening the door.
A man sat at a desk with his head in his hands. Stacks of papers were scattered before him, and a bottle of Jack Daniel's was next to the lamp on his right. He gestured for me to sit in one of the chairs in front of the desk and I happily complied, my ankles still sore from the shackles before. The man who led me here left abruptly, closing the door behind him.
"Lucia Abner." The man snarled my name. "Daughter of Marcus and Stella Abner. Sister of Matthew Abner." He glared at me, his chin balanced on his hands. His black hair was messy and his brown eyes sparkled with amusement at watching me squirm from the mention of my family.
"Not anymore. I left them." I stated bravely although my heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears. "Where is Dean?" I questioned accusingly, courage rising inside of me as I examined the man in front of me. He beamed dominance, there was no question about it. It terrified me, but I needed to make sure he knew I wasn't going to take any shit.
"Dead as far as you know." He chuckled, standing and walking closer to me. I tensed as his hand nearly touched me. "I know exactly who you are, Lucia. You aren't fooling anyone. Your father sent you to kill me in yet another failed attempt. But I don't see why he would sacrifice his daughter for his dirty work." The man chuckled. "He should have come here himself."
"I agree." I chimed in, staring the man straight in the eyes. "My father is a coward and I am nothing like him. I just want my friend back and we will leave, never speaking of this place again."
"Tell me what you want from me!" He screamed into my face, his eyes changing from brown to black with grey flecks of color. He growled deeply and my breath caught in my throat.
"I don't want anything from you. I don't even know who you are." I choked out honestly. "I haven't spoken to my father in almost two years. I don't even know if he's still alive."
The man growled again, turning and slamming his fist on his desk, his lamp and bottle of Jack falling to the floor and shattering and the papers flying up and floating back to the ground. "You're lying." His voice was more deep now.
"If you really think that, then why don't you go ahead and kill me?" I bluffed. A part of me knew he would do it, but another part hoped he wouldn't.
"I would, but I need you to attract your precious little daddy. It's his blood I'm after, not yours." He seemed almost sympathetic.
"Please, okay. I didn't do anything wrong. Just let me go." My eyes started watering again as he turned to face me. He stepped closer and kneeled in front of me. "You will be escorted back to the cells. You know more information than you're leading on."
"W-what!? I already told you that I don't know anything!"
"Silence!" his voice boomed, making the walls vibrate and making me shrink back into the chair. I was scared, and there was no way I was gonna get out of here.
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