Life - K. Green (digital book reader .txt) 📗

me food and it wasn’t much, just the things that left from their diner.

 

Every day is the same.

Waking, transforming, riding, searching, finding and killing.

Chapter 11

Catherina’s P.O.V

 

6 months later

Catherina’s P.O.V

 

 

Nobody came. I am all alone here, I have nobody to talk with. I sleep but I can’t contact with Style in my dreams. They punished me with the whip 3 times.

Now they even make me kill the vampires and they are satisfied. Some fights are long other I could take them on place.

They raped me twice. They had to find their satisfaction and sexual desire and here’s one brilliant idea. We have a girl downstairs why don’t we use her, instead of giving money for prostitutes?

Pretty clean work.

I hate them. I want them dead, I am planning different plans in my head, but the only thing that stops me is the lilac. I am not powerful enough to ignore the scent.

 

 

Styles’s P.O.V

 

We are searching all over Russia. Nothing. I don’t sense anything here, neither her presence nor her scent of sweets.

First weeks were hard for me. I’ve never been so depressed neither desperate from my life. I am thinking even of a suicide, imagine my desperation. She’s not here. The girl of my life who makes my day happy and bright is not here… she’s somewhere locked and tortured and is killing me inside.

I can’t sleep, having nightmares. I sleep in her room because of her scent, it calms me down… but for now… I only wish to find her.

 

Catherina’s P.O.V

One year later.

 

24 times punishment with a whip, 2 times per month. They rape me almost every day, I don’t even know what day we are, I doubt even knew the year..

Happy birthday to me, hmm, how old I am now? 18? 19? I have no idea. I still can’t contact Styles in my dreams, I am desperate already. The only thing that is keeping me alive is that he’s alright, if not until now was going to suicide myself.

If he has a girl when I come back… I’m just going to be happy for him. I’ll be sad that he didn’t wait me, but everybody should move don’t you think? Nobody cant years for his girl to come back, even if they know she might be alive somewhere.

I felt their scent before few days, but they didn’t caught mine. Probably my scent changed fully. This makes me even sadder.

What am I going to do now?

 

Styles’s P.O.V

 

“SHE’S NOT HERE EITHER!!”

We can’t find her… we just can’t. I felt her presence but just slightly, I thought we are near. But dead end.

I feel the pain of her wolf. Her wolf is damaged emotionally, and physically. Believe it or not, I can feel her wolf physical pain. Not sharp pain… but... like somebody punch me normally on my hand or legs.

The pain I hate the most is the pain on my back.

 

 

3 years later

Catherina’s P.O.V

 

Everything is the same. Finding, killing.

I haven’t talked French at all, just in my mind, I have the feel I fully forgot how to speak. Lilac Guy is teaching me on new languages. He came when he had free time. He’s talking normal with me, he never touched me with a finger. Oh well just at the first day when we went one experimental searching.

He told me they have made him to do it against his will. To stay here and do this things. He’s son of the Tree Guy? Should I call him like that? I call the guys depending how they smell. Tree Guy probably makes the arrows.

Lilac Guy every time was coming with sad and apologizing face. He asked how I am, we talked on all languages to make them better and better, but just that.

 

2 years and 4 months later

 

I am in the corner of my cage, watching the wall, moving a bit, like psych. The cage is rusty and tiny, I could break it, but really if you think I can, you lie yourself a lot. They literally feed me with lilac, I can’t even stand on my feet. My whole body is in wounds, bruises, and a lot new scars made by the whip and the riding. I even have a muzzle like a dog, which is violent. The new wounds are hurting me by yesterday’s whip. My body don’t want to heal. It’s too weak. I don’t want to do it anymore. I trusted my fingers in my hair, and kept moving with closed eyes. I want to escape. I WANT SOMEBODY TO COME AND RESCUE ME FROM HERE. To be supernatural creature, has its own disadvantages. Like kidnapping you and lock in a cage like me, or to kill you, like all the 2190 vampires I found and killed. Yes. I counted every vampire.

I looked the whip on the wall. Then the chains where I was tied up. Awful. Awful. Awful. I want to go home, I want to go home. I started to cry

My nose is hurt me too, the scent of the rusty iron is making it worse. The miserable smell of damp, mold and stagnant lilac too. Add and my blood on the floor front my cage.

I lost weight. Around 30? Maybe even more. My healthy temperature is not 43C, its 36C like normal person. I don’t want to be normal, I want to be free. Free wolf. Nothing more. Not being in a cage forever. My hair is long almost to my feet maybe even more. I could use it for scarf. For normal people this length is not normal, early impossible.

The most important question is… Shall I suicide with my own hair?

Chapter 12

Catherina's P.O.V

 

I stood up holding the cage. I looked the bars over my head. Yes the only option is to suicide. I don’t want to live here anymore. Not in this life.

I wrapped my hair around my neck two times, rest of it putted it on the bars, tying it good enough. I took deep breath. Yes. That’s the only wait out. I pulled few times the hair. It should handle 30kgs girl.

The basement door opened, and I look this way. Not today. I won’t do it anymore.

I relaxed my body, and it fell down. I couldn’t breathe, it hurts, but that’s what I want.

“If this wolf is here. I’ll kill him.” I heard male voice before the blackness to capture me.

 

 

Vampire’s P.O.V

 

“If the wolf is here, I’ll kill him” I said “I live here for so many years, but this is wrong, how like that human creatures can be so powerful. Oh wait, they use our enemies the WOLVES! Ugh what’s that smell here?” 

I lighted up the lights. First thing I saw was a girl. With relaxed body in a cage. Her hair was wrapped around her neck and the bars, I could still hear slow beating heart. Is she... suiciding?

“Oh my god. CHRIS!” I yelled and went to the cage and broke the door with one pull. I lifted the girl. Chris went downstairs

“Ugh what thing died here Oyen?” he said “Here smells disgusting.”

“Human life Chris. Actually wolf life.” He looked me. “Untie her hair” he came to me and untied her hair off the bars. “Chris this is not normal, I expected the wolf to be part of them not like this, in a cage.”

“We have to kill her”

“Are you crazy?” I putted her on ground. I teared her small white dress. “Some wounds are infected. Some are not properly healed. ” I looked around. Disgusting little basement. Smell of stagnant lilac damp and mold. There was no windows or any air conditionals for the smell. I looked the ceiling. It was about to fall down over her. Chains? They tied her up with a chains? I stood up and smelled them. Her blood, dry blood of hers. Ground had it too. I noticed the bloody whip on the wall “From what I can judge… Bars are rusty anytime they can fall over her, or go in her wounds which will be even worse for her. She can lose leg or an arm. From the smell of her wounds they are not more than 5-6 hours. ”

“We should kill her” repeated Chris “She decided on her own too.”

“No we won’t. She need to live. She has the rights, she’s here against her will. The men are dead anyway”

I stood to the girl again. And teared up her dress completely. Her still had heartbeat but her breathing is low and weak. I removed my winter jacked and wore it on her.

“Let’s go to a hotel and wait her to wake up. She needs her powers to return.”

 

Catherina’s P.O.V

Two days later

 

I woke up. I looked around room and it’s not a basement. Heaven? No that’s not heaven I hear too much noises around. Ugh what’s with the noise? I sat up and looked around. It’s a bedroom. The lights came in from the window, I rubbed my eyes. Fuck. I looked the mirror front me. I wasn’t dirty with blood, with another clothes, but I was too skinny.

Knock on the door scared me.

“Y-ye?” I asked, a guy went in. He’s… handsome. A lot. Sand blond hair, green eyes, but not muscular like my pack, but he had some. It doesn’t seem to this to bother him. His shape is perfect.

“Hey” he sat on my bed. “How you feel?” He talked on Russian...

“Weak, where am I? Heaven? “He smirked

“No silly, you are still in Russia, we are in a hotel. I’m Chris. What’s your name?”

“Catherina… Dan” I wasn’t sure if I had to say Dan but… oh well let it be, it can’t get any worse.

“Dan? Oh so sweet. Come in the living room when you feel alright.” I nodded “Bathroom is over there”

He left the room and I stood up from bed. I went to the bathroom. Everything was white. I looked myself closer to the mirror over the sink. So pale. Like the bathroom walls.

He heard my name and he was surprised. This means he wants me too? No, I won’t go through this again. I went through way too much to handle some more of it. What they will use me for this time? Killing wolves? How much lilac they will use on me? I looked in my eyes. I want to die, I don’t care. I can’t live anymore, who would want to live like this? Kidnap after a