The Gentle Maiden and Five Lustful Brothers-Chapter 142: Blood Lust

***Authers Note: I’m so sorry, I’ve been in a real low place, everything has been messy in my personal life, and I’ve found it harder to have it in me to write. But it’s mass release, and ya girl won’t fail you***

VIOLET’S POV:

"Take me to her." I ordered them. I could feel the change in the way I spoke; I sounded like myself, yet underneath there was this dangerous edge, like the edge of a knife.

The guards nodded, and sputtered "Ye... ye... yes... My Qu... Qu... Queen." Trembling and tense they looked almost compelled my me, but I hadn’t used my ability.

Did my voice carry that much weight now. Or did I use it without knowing it? Everything was different, I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. I felt different, I just feel angry, and I only feel okay when I draw blood. I crave seeing it, I crave causing it, causing pain.

That she wolf was in for fate worse than death.

I looked over and saw the confliction in Ash’s eyes, he was in a place between shock and aroused. I could feel the conflict in him, the lust. And to be honest, the fact he wasn’t rejecting of this... this new version of myself, it excited me, my body responded to his arousal and to the blood on his face and body. I saw him streaked in red, it used to scare me. I hated conflicted.

But now the idea, I relished it.

Encouraged it.

I welcomed it, like it was an old friend.

There were bodies everywhere as we walked through the baseball field. Vampires were being dragged and carried away, being identified. Their wolves were left like trash.

I smiled; I felt no empathy towards these rabid beasts.

However, the smell was sickening, it was gag worthy.

I see the wolf girl wounded and beaten, seeing her alive, while my daughter was missing. It was maddening.

"I spy with my little eyes a dead put, if you don’t tell me what I want to know." My words sharp and the intimidation was intentional. I could try using my abilities, but what fun would that be?

The she wolfs spit on the ground "I won’t tell you shit."

I gave her a sharp smile, and I growled. That was what I was hoping she’d say. I wanted to feel her blood on my hands.

Taking her throat in my grasp and I squeeze it; I lifted her off the ground with a strength I’ve never known.

The girl was suffocating, she clawed at me kicked, but I didn’t loosen my grip, it only field me, making my smile bigger and my eyes widen. It made me want to make her scream, made me want to hurt her.

I gripped tighter around her esophagus my nails digging deeper, blood trickled down her neck.

I watched as her eyes bulged, her lips purple.

I released her, letting her fall limply to the ground. I didn’t want her to die too quickly, and so easily.

"If you tell me where my daughter is, maybe I’ll give you a quick death." I lied.

The she-wolf coughed and gasped trying desperately to get air into her lungs. Her body tingled with pins and needles.

With a raspy voice she answered between breaths "Please, she’s in a small village in the woods due east of here."

"Lies" I hissed. I could taste the lie from her, I don’t know how I know, but I do.

My face darkened. I don’t like being lied too. She felt a ping in her from the secrets she withheld from her daughter, the lies she told to cover.

This wolf girl would pay in ways I couldn’t.

I was assaulted by a rush of adrenaline.

I stabbed my finger into her right eye and tore it straight from the socket.

The she-wolf howled a chest deep guttural howl because of the pain. She shook violently, she reached for her eye, but the two guards grabbed hold of her shoulder, gripping them tightly.

She wailing uncontrollably, begging me now "Please, just kill me."

She begged again, "Please, just make it stop. I don’t know anything. Please, it hurts."

Her agony brought me joy. Her desperation filled my stomach. Her sobs were delightful; I could almost taste her tears.

Another wave of adrenaline crashed over me, her trauma and fear washed over me like a baptism.

I snorted and laughed, "I enjoy playing with my food before I eat it." I licked my lips and winked at her.

The she-wolf’s remaining eye popped open. She was watching horrified of what would come next.

"Hold her tight boys, this is gonna hurt." I instructed them, they looked terrified, and it felt good to be feared.

I punched through her sternum, shattering her rib cage. I squeezed her heart while it still beat inside her chest. The girl began gurgling and choking on her own blood, the sound was music to my ears. A symphony of pain. The wolf’s body flared and jerked, blood seeped through her shirt, drenching the front of her in a dark red.

I smiled and grabbed the wolfs face, kissing her on the mouth, and with that kiss I drained the last bit of life force from her.

I backed away and licked my lips, but when I tasted her blood, I spit it out, "Disgusting mutt."

When I turned around and faced Lilith and Ash, and they were undeniably speechless. Their jaws slacked from disbelief.

Lilith shook her head and ordered the nearby vampires "Clean this up and toss this dog with the rest."

Once the adrenaline receded, the pain came back. My heart ached fiercely. Everything in me yearned for my daughter’s presence. I was distraught and enraged, still. Even crushing that girl’s heart didn’t help lift the pain. Not even a little.

My blood lust had become insatiable. I was already itching for more. I felt addicted and desperate. Anything at all the ease the pain.

Ash grabbed my face and looked me in the eyes.

"I miss her so much, I wanna die." I whimpered.

"We’ll find her. I promise we’ll find her."