Hybrid Hunting - Mariana Mendoza (web ebook reader .TXT) 📗

other guard, who didn’t even have time to react, and sliced his skull in half. I could see blood oozing out from the straight line that divided his nose in half, from the slice Evin had made.
“ I’m finally admit it, Ev, I’m fucking impressed.” I tell him once both guard fall to the ground. Evin smiled at me.
“ Thats an honor coming from you, since you rarely compliment or get impressed easily.” He replies. I say nothing more because now that blood had been shed, my wolf and vampire instincts were wide awake and wanting of blood from the person that had tortured me for over so many years.
I ran to evin but instead of hugging him, something he must have expected, I began to quickly climb the ladder. The instant I opened the floor door to the building, Eddie’s stinking smell filled my nose and my throat. It just made me want to kill him even more. I could feel myself getting angrier and angrier by the minute.
I began to use my werewolf nose and my vampire eyes to locate the asshole’s position. I didn’t get far before I saw more of his guards. I made a slight growl from my mouth and immediately began to fight them. Since I was invisible it wasn’t much of a fight since I break one guard’s neck and then crack the other’s head. I didn’t bother to see what type of SN’s (SuperNatural) they were.
“ Whoa, calm down, Nina.” Mika whispered to me from behind.
Marco growled at her. His fierceness began to spill into me, filling me up with rage.
“ You don’t get it so stay out of it, girl.” I growled at Mika and turned back to find my prey.
We passed and killed more easy guards. I didn’t stop for anything, trying to find Eddie. I was getting more and more frustrated from how big the damn factory was and how many passageways it had that I was about to howl in irritation but something had stopped me. It was more of a smell than anything else. We were now in a hallways that had many doors in them. But that wasn’t what made me stop. It was the smell and the feelings that did. I could smell the sadness and the craziness all over the hallway. The smell reminded me of the different men’s cum and the tears some of the girls had shed in the past. It was the smell of torture. It reminded me of a sudden memories that I had forgotten about.
I was now sober, after what seemed forever since I was drugged. From the small calendar I had stolen from a client, I realized that I had been overdosed and high for about twenty-five days. I felt tired and barely alive. I felt my mind and myself wanting more of the mix of cocaine, heroine, and amphetamines. And now since I was sober, I could smell it again. The smell of girls’ pains and sadness. I smelled the tears from every girl and I smelled the rape inside them. I smelled the illness and the sickness of every girl becoming crazy and becoming even more sick, mentally and physically and even becoming sick in every way possible, becoming one with every girl. It was the smell of innocence becoming stained and of the innocent turning into a cheap sex toy. It was the smell of girls who were too high to care, who just wanted the drugs now and sober girls getting traumatized and of girls who have given up and have gotten used to the life that seemed so much like hell. It was the smell of the sex-trade. And it was driving me crazy….
I was finally out of Master’s torture house. I was still running into the deep forest. The forest, it was my only escape. If it wasn’t there, I would’ve been found out by now. I loved the forest, and I never wanted to leave it. I soon found a small lake, and deciding to stop there, I began to rest. For a while, I would rest for a while or else they would find me again. I looked down at the lake’s water. What I saw surprised me.
My hair was thin and my arms and legs were just bones with flesh to cover them. My eyes were deep within my skull and my lips were cracked. I saw some of the scars on my arms and legs. I was still in the panties and bra I had been using for years. I saw some scars in my stomach. Noe of it bothered me much because it was scars of a survivor and I knew I could gain weight in time. What made me crazy enough to cry was the smell. The damn smell of what I had run away from. The smell of every man that had ever raped me and from every lash that the given up whores had given me. It was still there and I wanted to wash it away. I wanted it gone so I began to wash myself in the lake.
But that must have not been enough because I could still smell it. The smell of crazy and drugs and rape and tears and torture and the dirtiness of it all. It was the smell of the sex-trade. I wanted it all gone so I scrubbed furiously with my nails but that did nothing because the stench was in my hair and in my skin and in my bones and in my blood. The smell wouldn’t come off. I was so frustrated that the smell wouldn’t come off that I was about to cry out in rage. But I controlled myself because I wasn’t about to cry over some frivolous smell. I finally gave up washing it off after hours of cleansing. I was now beginning to realize that the smell would never come off. It was worse than the scars because I knew that I had breathed so much of that smell it was now permanently stuck to me and it would never come off. And I could do nothing to clean it away. Finally, after I had realized this, I began to cry…

All of this flashed through my mind in lightning speed. The smell was still there, but barely. And now that I was once again surrounded by it, I wanted to kill it. I wanted the smell gone not just from me but from every girl that were in the rooms.
I smell it too. I heard both Marco and Sister say at the same time. It was enough to anger me.
I opened the door that was closest to me and saw that one of Eddie’s guards was raping a girl, who wasn’t even making a noise of resistance. I snarled at the guard and jumped at him. I had surprised him, shocking him enough to get my hands around his neck. Using my fangs, I placed it on the skin of his neck but instead of biting, I ripped his skin with it. The guy was about to scream but I covered his mouth and snapped his neck. I looked down at the girl in the bed. She was thin and high, her eyes unfocused. I lifted her up and carried her out of the room.
“ Thank you.” I heard her whisper.
I didn’t look down or do anything to let her acknowledge that I had heard her. Outside, all of my companions were watching me. I placed her into Mika’s arms.
“ I want the girls out,” I said straight into Mika’s eyes, “ Get every girl out of here and help them get that smell off of them.”
Mika nodded and carried turned back to walk to where she had came from. The others nodded and began to bust the doors. I looked down at my changeling. He looked back up at me, watching me, expecting me to say something, probably a command.
“ Lets go get this son of a bitch.” I told him.
Marco suddenly began to run. I followed him, leaving the rest of my teammates take care of getting the girls out.
Anger rolled inside me like tidal waves that were going to bring in a huge tsunami. Sister wolf was excited and getting impatient as she walked back and forwards inside my mind. I was just as eager as she was, my fangs coming out unconsciously, which only happened when both my vampire and werewolf instances were uniting in one motive. One motive that could help me set myself and my past free.
Kill Eddie
I then felt Marco and I joined. Like we were using different bodies but our minds were the same and they were together. I could feel everything he felt and probably he felt what I felt. I had his scent inside me and I wanted to protect him. He was, after all, my precious changeling. I got in front of him once the thought came up. Marco growled but I snarled, daring him to defy me. All he did was lick my hands before he nudged my leg, telling me to hurry it up. We were now in the middle of the building and we still hadn’t found Eddie yet. I was now completely frustrated.
I stopped where I was and gave a huge scream of rage. When it ended, I tried to control myself. But then something caught my attention.
There was clapping. I looked up and around, finally finding the man that I wanted to find.
“ Well, that was pretty good for a girl. How have you been, Nina?”

Thirteen

Eddied was now walking down some stairs, coming towards me. I didn’t move but I sure as an assfuck’s hell, did snarl. He just gave me pitying eyes. I hate being pitied.
“ Aw, did you miss me, Nina? Because I sure did miss you.” he said with a baby voice that made me want to choke his brains out.
“ Look, fucktard, I just came here to kill you so can we just get on with the program here? I’m on a tight schedule and I’m supposed to be out of here in time for dinner.” I tell him sarcastically.
“ Ah, how I missed your sarcasm. I loved the way I would beat ou into bloody near death afterwards.” he tells me.
I practically had to ore myself not to shiver in the flashing memories of every beating he had ever given me just for being sarcastic, not that it helped taking it away anyways.
“ Oh, come on, Nina baby, you can’t possibly really hate me that much. I mean, I made you stronger. I manned you who you are now. And what are you now? Nothing but strong and fierce… and a whore.” he ended.
I made a deep growl within my throat. I had never known how low my growls could