Mistress of Darkness

In the cover of darkness my prey never sees me. They won't hear me nor will they smell me. Even in their prime of the wolves they can't see me. Those people in the white cloaks made sure of that by injecting chemicals and cells of both vampire and wolf into my cells. But now there is this one... one that I am curious about...


33. The Fight

Today is the day that I fight with Mabuz to get my ticket out of here. My body was filled with energy and my mind clear of emotions that filled me yesterday. A knock at the door sounded and opened. A human walked in and my stomach growled in response to smelling his blood. The human was shaking in fear with tears in her eyes. I turned towards her and smiled, letting my fangs show. "Don't worry, this won't hurt... much." I spoke and in a flash was drinking her delicious blood. Her life source flowed into me, tearing away at the old blood and replacing it with new. Allowing me to live on and be strong. Once her blood was gone I let her dead body drop to the floor and went to get changed.

Like the days before I changed into my training clothing and put my hair into a pony tail today. I didn't bother to put on any make up or anything else except deodorant and walked out of my room leaving it open for the maids to pick up the body. When I got out into the hallway though, I found Carlos and Courtney leaning on the wall beside my door. "What do you two want?" I asked them, trying not to remember yesterday and have the emotions come back to me. I couldn't allow myself to be distracted today while fighting Mabuz. I needed to get to get out of here now and kill my maker.

"We want to talk to you." Courtney spoke.

"Yhea. How was you sleep?" Carlos asked me.

"Just like any other night. Now if you don't mind, I need to train." I told them and turned to the door to my right. It lead to the training room and I was glad that I was here so fast. The room was already set up for me and I started to stretch and punched a dummy doll. Music started to play, making my energy rise with the screetching beat of it. From the training I had my body easily went into a routine and I found it easy to rip the dummy dolls to shreds in minutes.

The full time I didn't look to see if Jasquelle was watching me or if anybody else was. But I knew that someone was watching me. The eyes only added to my anger and my determination to win against Mabuz today. And every second that goes by I only punched harder and kicked harder. Time must have slipped past me because right when I kicked the dummy's head off the door opened behind me. I turned around and saw Mabuz.

He looked energized and determined as me. In fact he looked as if he hated me but at the same time he looked as if he wanted to kiss me and show how much he loved me. The affect of being connected with each other. "Why do you want to do this? Why do we have to fight?" He asked me. A frown imprinted on his face and it yanked at my heart. This was much harder that I thought it would be. Despite going against my instinct and being connected to him, I still liked him. He was the first Hybrid I met and he was here for me emotionally. Unlike most of the people lately.

"You know why. I have to get out of here now. Even if that means fighting you." I told him. A buzzer played and then Jasquelle's voice boomed through a speaker.

"Well hello you two. Orla, do you mind looking up at me?" He spoke. I clenched my jaw and looked at him. The werewolves were there looking back at me, causing me to lose focus on my surroundings. "Good. Now you know these people are watching I can go on. This fight is going to be different. In fact, if you win Orla your mission will be slightly different. If you lose, well I guess you will make tears be shed. So listen to this rule. This fight will be to the death, and if you win you can be let out right after I give you the information about your maker." He said.

My mind went blank for a second when he said it would be the fight to the death. Of course I knew it wouldn't be easy to fight Mabuz, but I didn't expect Jasquelle to declare a fight to the death between him and I. How can I fight Mabuz now, knowing that either one of us will die? And the guilt that I would put on both of us because I was the one to demand this fight. I focused my attention on Mabuz and saw him almost crying. "You wanted this?" He asked me.

I ignored him and decided to act on my predator instincts. My body moved to a fighting stance easily and I blocked out the emotions that tried hurting me. "You may begin." Jasquelle's voice entered my ears. A loud growling sounds made it's way out of me and I waited until Mabuz copied my actions. Even though I was connected to Mabuz my need to live started to take control of me. I guess that makes me heartless, because shouldn't I not want to fight Mabuz and kill him?

Quickly Mabuz was the first to attack, coming at me with his teeth bared. I jumped and dodged his attack. It was my turn now. I imagined him as one of the dummy dolls. Without thinking I had my teeth dug into Mabuz's throat and my right hand buried into his stomach. It was like he didn't even try to fight back. "Thank you. For releasing me from our connection." He managed to speak. So I was right. He wanted to die. Deep down he never wanted to be connected with me and knew it had to stop.

Clenching my jaw I backed up and turned my back to his already dead body. I didn't let any emotion show as I looked up to my audience. "Give me the information when I come up." I said and walked out of this room. Not being able to bare the fact that I just killed the man I was connected to. As I left I felt something lighten my heart. Like I wasn't burden with pain that was supposed to be love anymore. It's gone. My connection is gone. That thought played in my head over and over again.

Once I entered the room silence greeted me. I reached out my hand and a folder fell into my palm. "As promised, the information. Oh, Orla? I decided that Demitrius will be going along with you." Jasquelle slithered. I opened the folder and was faced with a picture of an old man. The old man that saved me from these werewolves and the old man that named me Violet. "Recognize him?"

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