Blooming Hatred

I adjusted my eyes to the lighting of the room. The memories of the accident flooding back, causing me to jolt up.

The unfamiliar room had a sophisticated interior, it was clearly not a hospital. The room had an ancient touch to it, contradicting to the apartments in the city of New York.

I swung my leg off from under the dark comforter landing on the carpeted floor. My senses were still fuzzy from having just woken up, rendering me unable to hear much other than the traffic. 

The doorknob twisted, I quickly grabbed the lamp from the side table as a form of weapon with my super speed.

The door flew open and there stood Max, with his hands above his head. And he was trying to hide his head in his shoulder? 

Why are you friends with him again?

"I am a straight white man!" He yelled before I could answer Amara.

He is very sweet when he is not being narrow-minded, I defended, although I wanted to bash his head into the wall for saying that. Ever since a gay couple shoved his head down the toilet for thinking that 'gay' was just a synonym of happy and 'lesbian' was the capital of Portugal, he has had this weird vendetta against homosexual people. It was ridiculous, I know. 

I lowered my weapon and asked the question at the tip of my tongue ignoring his derogatory remark, "Where am I?"

He rose his head and lowered his arms before speaking, "Interesting story," And then he told me all about how right after exiting the airport I came in front of a car. I also came to know that I had been unconscious for the past two days. I was on a roll there. 

Groaning, I buried my head in my hands. "How embarrassing," I sighed sitting on the foot of the bed. "No its not that embarrassing" Max said sitting beside me pulling me into his side. I looked up at him with hopeful eyes, "Really?"

He looked straight ahead before saying, "Yeah it is".

I shoved him away as he laughed at my misery.

What a sadist.

I gave him the meanest glare I could muster. 

"You still haven't answered where are we?" I asked and his face turned serious, all the previous playfulness draining from it. 

"I wanted to take you someplace else but he wouldn't let me" His jaw ticked. 

"Who?" I questioned aloud.

He avoided my eyes training his gaze on the ground. "Creed" He muttered with spite.

"What?" My voice raised an octave. "Why am I still here? Let's get the hell out!" I shrieked.

"I tried that." He defended, trying hard not to yell. "We are trapped! This place looks like a fucking mansion but that's just an illusion", He said defeatedly. 

"So we are in a prison but he wants us to feel as if we are on a holiday?" I asked mockingly.

"I think the intention was to make us feel homely," He pointed out the interior's similarity's to ours back in New Orleans. "Although I do think that he is partial because I got the luxury of having wolfsbane shoved down my throat while you were out." 

"You got wolfsbane shoved down you throat?" I asked wide-eyed.

"Eh, I deserved it" He dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

"I am sure you did but still," I said dejectedly. "Where is Sheila?" I honestly forgot about her. 

"She is confined in the room to your right" He informed. 

"How are you a free birdie?" I rose my eyebrows in question.

"Glad to know the you're happy I am alright," He remarked sarcastically before continuing, "The bastard slapped a pair cursed shackles on her wrist," He said, so not answering my question. 

If I didn't know any better, I'd say he was hiding something, but he was not. Maximillian Everett had a bit of a habit of diverting and never giving straight answers. It came with being 'awesome', so he said. When asked how, he diverted. It was frustrating, but I was used to it.

"-Restricting her use of any sort of magic" I finished, feeling my blood boil.

Long gone was the fear of foreign land, in its place bloomed hot fury and immeasurable hatred for someone I haven't even seen yet.

I didn't know about love, but my hatred sure was blind. 

As if on cue, the two burly men entered the room. Max shot up from his seat as they looked straight at us and advanced in our direction. They both wore scowls as their resting face, adding onto their ugly demeanor. One of them charged at Max while the other one came for me. 

I bent down in a predatory stance, feeling my green eyes change their colour to a bright golden.

Using my speed, I reached the man charging at me. My hand wrapped around his throat tightly and I pushed him against the wall beside the door. 

My sharp claws sunk deep into his throat causing blood to ooze out. He tried to loosen my hold by clamping  his hands on my wrist, but in vain. I watched as his face turned blue from being choked for too long.

"Get us out of here." I demanded through clenched teeth.

Another man entered through the threshold beside the burly guy's head. 

I met two cold grey eyes belonging to a fairly young man. Maybe nineteen or twenty, but he looked far too mature for his age. His jaw was clenched tightly as he continued to stare at me. 

Those eyes, how can I forget them? The same cold grey eyes that took my brother's life in front of me. My grip tightened on the man's throat as I felt overwhelmed by rage course through me. Burning hot fury overpowered Amara's howls in my head.

I concealed my anger and instead projected faux fear to those stony eyes. My eyes beccoming pleading, changing into the forest green similar to my father's. My eyes displayed feign helplessness as they stared into his calculative ones, darting between mine.

His quest ended as I loosened my grip on the man's throat. The burly man cautiously watched me as my hands fell limp by my sides.

Creed's head tilted slightly as he watched me with a questioning stare, I took a step towards him. My left leg gave out, causing me to disbalance but he caught me. The hard grey softened minutely as I peered at him through my lashes. 

Standing up to my full height I inched closer till there was barely any space left. Then ever so slowly, I brushed my lips against his. Almost teasingly. Barely a second passed before he captured mine with his. His plump lips never moved as if afraid to hurt me. I was ashamed how that made my heart flutter.  

I although had an ulterior motive to kissing him, I am afraid, I did not fake the emotions that were conveyed.

He contemplated for a few seconds before giving in and I took advantage of his absorbed state. Tactically, I rose my leg and kneed him hard in the crotch.  

Nah, to be honest, it wasn't all tactical, I freestyled it.