In the Alpha's Possession

Chapter Twelve- Whatever Remains

“There are various forms of torture, yet, the most excruciating is the torture is that of watching someone you love in agony.”

Lavender found darkness to surround her with the subtle sounds of footsteps crossing behind and in front of her. She was unable to make out the sounds or scents of anyone around her, while the blind forced on her eyes had only allowed her to see the sable coloring that made up the inside of this hood. As her sense of awareness returned after being knocked out, she was able to manage the sounds of voices surrounding her in a form of whispers to where the specific words were difficult to hear, while the amount of people ranged from dozens to hundreds. After an eternity held within darkness, Lavender was allowed the harsh light to hit upon her face, but not in a way she would have expected. Believing there to be some laboratory she had been in or even a not-so-abandoned warehouse, she was stunned to find herself in a sort of boxing ring. The limits of the ‘ring’ had been too high to climb and electrified to make it impossible to escape her circumstances. Instead, her eyes adjusted to the merciless light as she was able to make out the fact that she was surrounded by hundreds of people that had been hidden behind shadows. Her eyes managed to make notes of what arena she found herself in; having it resemble something of a cage without a top, and surges of electricity forced to be seen by the loose chime-like metal rods hitting against it from a string. 

“Your bids have been set.” A voice spoke that echoed throughout the entire space. “Whoever is victorious will be given their request.” The voice then drew silent as a sudden high pitched frequency began to make its way through her mind. Such high frequencies had made her aggravated enough to ditch her human persona and claim that of her wolf form. Upon dropping down on all fours, the crowd began to applaud as others looked on in awe. The frequency remained at a light presence, making her remain in this form without the ability to break free before the sound of a rusty door opening alerted her to the other side of the arena. She was able to tell by the silhouettes approaching her that two men held a wolf by a collar, a wolf that she would pick out of a forest full of them. 

It was Drew. If his red eyes weren’t the give away or that of his size, it had been the way he looked to her with sadness, while also being unable to break the hunger he had to see blood-as she felt the same. Knowing death would be her result if she would be victorious in this match, she knew it would be expected of her to die-and she certainly couldn’t kill the man she was falling in love with. But with the craving to kill only growing with each passing second, she was left the victim to her instincts. Drew had suffered the same set of circumstances as he was forced to kill or be killed by the horrible hunger he held to rip his fellow wolf to shreds. However, as he made his way to her, he managed to pummel her softly, without causing any great pain-and if anything, simple discomfort. As those in control of the volume of the frequency began to understand they cared too deeply for each other to allow their cravings to control them, it was only made louder and forcing them to be angry. Lavender was the first to fall victim, stretching her jaw as wide as she could, before charging at Drew. He managed to dodge her grip of death in this instance, but saw that she was coming back for more. The frequency was intensified yet again as they grew tired of seeing the alpha not fall into his sinister desires to hunt and kill. Instead, the care he held for Lavender had been stronger than that for the satisfaction of solidifying his hunger. Yet, with each passing second with that damned frequency increasing, he was becoming a slave to the anger. 

“Enough!” The voice over the intercom spoke as the frequency ceased for a moment, before Lavender found a tight nylon cord wrapped around her throat and she was pulled into a cage off the center of the arena. For a moment, Drew and her took a silent sigh of relief in this, understanding that they would have truly wounded each other if given just one more second on that frequency. “Bid number 2438 please step into the arena.” The voice spoke while Drew was forced to look onto the crowd before seeing the silhouette of a man making his way down the steps. Both Drew and Lavender were in deep confusion as to what events were transpiring before them, but were in no way able to question it due to the forms they were forced to remain. “Remove any metal.” The disembodied speech made its way onto the area once again, silencing the rest of the crowd as they watched on the same as Lavender and Drew themselves. The man who walked up to the edge of the gate had paused for a moment, looking to the hungry wolf whose eyes stared at him with a crimson anger, before removing his watch, his phone, and his belt. “By continuing into the arena, you consent before all of these witnesses that whatever shall happen following this moment is acknowledged and held in no way, shape, or form, as a liability upon us.” The man nodded to the invisible man behind the voice, before the sound of a door unlocking could be heard and a section of the cage came open. Directly after this, the man was forced to be a prisoner inside the box along with Drew as the frequency was forced up once more. 

The men holding back Drew had now released him from his collar, allowing him the chance to tear into the man. The intentional victim, for reasons still unknown, had been drug to the ground by Drew’s bite, before the wolf stood atop his chest. It was at this moment that Lavender understood the horrible reason that they had been brought here. She tried to howl at Drew to break him from this trance, but the hunger and sound was far too high to ignore. His teeth dug into the man’s flesh, drawing blood and forcing it to pool around him. Drew tore the man apart, forcing his skin to separate from his bones and reveal both muscle and the skeletal system itself before the man was left to bleed out. A specific vein present in his neck had continued to produce blood in a fountain-like spitting that made the crowd cheer in approval. Lavender grew sick to her stomach while understanding they had been brought here to fulfill a sick fantasy of people being killed by werewolves. It was a legend among the criminal underbelly of the lycan lifestyle, but thought to be their version of the boogeyman to tell their children-unaware any truth to it had been present. But she now knew that this had been done as a form of blackmail so Drew would be under their control for reasons unknown-and with that, she was forced unconscious once more by a gas, and awoken in a semi-lit room. 

Once again, her eyes were forced to adjust to her surroundings, before she made note of having been locked in a modern dungeon that was reinforced with silver bars and that incredibly annoying high frequency playing to keep them from changing into their lycan forms to escape. Instead, she was in a sort of prison, where others of her kind were around her, highly malnourished and dehydrated with bones of those unlucky before her lined the walls and floors around her. Nobody would dare speak as the air around them drew silent, while Lavender was forced to try and gain knowledge of exactly where she was by using her intelligence and ability of deduction. She made note of the sounds of dripping water and the size of the room itself, the fact there were rats spoke of there being a source in which they could come and go-a source that may just be her way out as well. But for the time being, she was trapped in this cage with only her thoughts as a companion-as speaking to those around her did nothing but merit various ‘shushing’ that gave the aesthetic of being within a library. 

Suddenly the door came open and her heart stopped upon seeing who was standing in the doorway. Of all people on this planet, of all rational thoughts able to be understood, and he would be the one before her-walking towards her with his infamous arrogance and playboy smile. 

“Lavender...We meet again…” His words acted like ice against her body, making her shiver and feel uneasy while she looked up to see Maximus, alive.