Chapter Five

Alcmene Argent

I slowly open my eyes but close them due to the blinding light. I open them again but this time I squint and let my eyes adjust.

I am in a space that looks like an arena. There are holes in the walls which are probably tunnels to the rest of the cave system. I figure out that the blinding light came from the sun because there was no ceiling. Then I realize we are in a crater that has been transformed into an amphitheater

When I try and stand up and when I do I notice three things. One-I feel dizzy and nauseated from standing, Two-I have chains on my wrists and ankles while my siblings only have one on their left ankle, and Three-I am in a battle arena. Part of me is terrified and sick for me and the other fighters. But the other part is excited and hungry. I remember I'm part vampyre.

Bloodlust.

I am not ashamed, disgusted, or scared about that side of me. I'm not ecstatic about it either though.

As I wait for my opponent, I clear my face of emotion and try and cleanse my body of them too. Speaking of my body I just now realize that I'm completely buck-ass naked. Thankfully, before I can think about that too long a deep, booming voice that about bursts my eardrums carries over the crowd.

"WELCOME EVERYBODY, TODAY WE HAVE A FIGHT BETWEEN A CHAMPION AND A NEW MONSTER SPECIALLY CREATED BY JON LAWSON'S WCI. THE NEW GIRL AND YES-I SAID THAT RIGHT FOLKS GIRL. THEY HAVE CLAIMS THAT SHE IS A MONSTER STRAIGHT FROM OLD HOLLY WOOD, SHE'S A FUCKING WEREWOLF. IN THE OTHER CORNER WE HAVE SCORPION OUR RISING STAR THIS YEAR! REMEMBER THESE EXPERIMENTS ARE FIGHTING FOR THEIR FREEDOM AND THEIR FAMILY'S FREEDOM, AND ON THAT NOTE LET'S BRING IN THE FIGHTERS!" He boomed dramatically making my ears ring and my beastly side growl in irritation at being entertainment.

Then a guard I didn't know came in and grabbed a collar and leashed me. I snarled at him and he hit me with a silver baton. I grit my teeth at the pain and follow him into the arena. My opponent is already there.

He has many scars both from fights and torture. He is standing there with a huge grin on his face. I then decide he's a lost cause after I catch his scent. All his scent tells me he's psychotic and unstable from being captive for so long. Then I turn to the crowd and see everybody gawking either from sexual interest or curiosity about what I am and I scrunch my nose in disgust.

Then the booming announcers voice yells "FIGHT!"

I shift and start circling him, growling, keenly aware of the crowds' fear and awe, their gazes burning under my skin-er fur-feeling like bugs crawling around and trying to eat their way out of my body. However, my focus is moved back to the fight by pure force of will.

My opponent makes the first move lunging forward trying to knock me down with his head slightly down like a bull and his crazy eyes gleaming with sadistic excitement, but I easily move out of the way. Unfortunately, it seems like he expected this too and shifts his weight to try and kick my face, but my reflexes are too quick, and I duck in time, but he still hits my shoulder, and I can hear a crack as he dislocates it from its socket. Anger and bloodlust consume me for a moment, and it spurs on my movement as run at him and bite onto his lower right leg with all my strength until it snaps right in two with the bone peeking out of his skin and bits of muscle and tissue fall onto the ground and his blood spilling into my mouth.

He only grunts in pain but the leg can no longer be used, so he jumps onto my back and pins me.

Holy fuck, what does he weigh three tons?

I struggle under his weight for a few seconds before my leg gets leverage and I flip over and kick him off. He goes flying about ten feet flipping over and over in quite an amusing way and finally lands on his injured leg before crumbling to the ground. I run over to him and quickly bite his neck and twisting my muzzle effectively snapping his neck.

The crowd gasps and bursts into raucous applause. I snarl in distate at the crowd before looking over at the body. Despite knowing he was a lost cause I know it wasn't his fault, all it was is a waste of life. I then howl to honor his life and shift back into human form. Which then I feel my vampyre.

My first kill must have awakened my vampyre.

I felt my fangs burst from my gums as I smell blood and hear lots of thundering hearts. I raise my hands in victory and bare my fangs before running over with my vampyre speed to a guard and bring him back to the center of the arena and bite his neck and drinking.

Then again grabbing a member from the audience and doing the same I feel my mouth spread into a crazy ass grin with blood dripping from my mouth and pooling around on the rocky ground.

The crowd goes quiet with horror as I drink from him. I suck and suck until I'm satisfied which happens to be when I drain him completely.

Whoops.

Well, hello there, feisty one. Can't wait until we kill every one of these stronzi.

I hear a voice in my head that has a sweet voice with crazy in it which I assume is my vampyre.

Yep, I'm your vamp side.

Then we smell Elijah both him and his blood. My mouth starts to water.

Mmmmm, our blood-mate. Can't wait to taste his blood.

He's your mate too?

Yes. Since we are all part of you, he is all our mates.

Then I become human again as they leash me and bring me back to the waiting cage/room. I lie down on the ground and fall asleep but not before hearing my nickname, 'Blood Wolf". I smile and pass out.

…

Elijah Asminioslykos

I watch my mate lay down and fall asleep with a smile on her face-something even the most deranged psychopathic people here can't even manage.

I then am forced to bring my attention elsewhere as some other assholes take her back and I can't let my "father" know of my interest in her unless I want her…I don't even want to think about what he would do to her.

Unfortunately, I am stuck watching the fights all day long to "observe the performances of all the subjects." In other words, recon on other organizations and file our deaths. I roll my eyes, this is such bullshit, but for the cause and all that jazz.

The next fight may hold a little bit of entertainment as one of ours is fighting, a girl that is supposed to have regeneration powers but they weren't at all fast enough for a fight and only worked visibly for minor wounds big wounds just didn't bleed as much or get infected as easily. So really all they did was keep her looking nice.

Before Guillotine-V a lot of people would have killed for this power, now thought it was pretty useless. Yet, somehow, she used it to her advantage, she used the good looks and tougher body to get my fathers favor when she goes in for regular "checkups" with Doc and John almost weekly and it gets her outside time and kept her away from the arena. She does the guards to from what I've heard and experienced as she even tried me. While I pity her, I am not turned on by desperation, so I ignored her until she got the hint and moved along to the next.

Now I watch her stumble into the arena looking terrified. I hear the announcers voice boom through the speakers and talk about her opponent, "Gigantor." I choke on my own spit in shock as the words register.

Apparently, John has been playing up her powers a lot more than I thought.

When Lillith sees the shear size of her opponent, she looks close to fainting, then she takes in the bloodlust in his eyes, and finally she takes in the six-inch claws on all his fingers that look strangely proportionate.

"FUCK!" She screams out in frustration knowing that she can't beat him. The crowd quiets in anticipation for her next move.

She takes in a deep breath and lets it out before walking up to the giant, shaking violently and suddenly I have an idea of where this is headed and I sigh in disappointment and slightly shake my head.

Once she gets up within killing distance, she is a bit calmer but is obviously still fearful, the entire crowd holds their breath. "Gigantor" loos a bit confused but then understanding hits him and he grins like the sick fucker he is.

Then her words confirm his and my thoughts.

"Just do it." She snaps at him before continuing, her voice quivering the more she speaks, "But make it quick so I don't have to imagine what's in those fingernails any longer."

If he is at all affected by her insult, he doesn't show it he just grins in sadistic delight as she bares her neck offering her life to him. Then she closes her eyes in acceptance of her fate.

He slowly brings his hand up and extends a single clawed finger and slowly drags a finger across her neck with only enough pressure to break skin cause blood to slowly dribble down.

Then with his thumb and index finger he reaches inside the cut, spreading and deepening the wound causing blood to flow down faster in a steady stream. The girl is gurgling and sputtering, choking on her own blood coming out of her mouth as she screams in pain.

She finally dies a few seconds late despite them feeling like minutes and probably hours for her just as "Gigantor" pulls a bloody object out of her neck with a harsh jerk. Her body then flops forwards as he roars and holds up his prize to the cheering crown which when enough blood falls off, I see is bone. I nearly vomit at the spectacle.

Then he picks her up and brings her up to his mouth before taking a large bite from her neck, before chewing and swallowing.

It takes every bit of self-control to stop myself from heaving up my stomach contents but I somehow manage though I can feel bile rising up my throat.

This is the secondary purpose of these fights, to keep the workers from feeling bad about them by showing how crazy we made them and to be hones it starts working for most turning them just as crazy or single minded on work.

Looking back at the scene I can understand why but I know first hand that we are the monsters they are just our projects.

People are awful and I'm people too. Something I read that stuck with me ringing with my truth because no matter how hard I try I can't make myself feel bad for her. She had no morals, limits, and certainly no loyalties which makes her dangerous. Even I had those no matter how blurred or abstract they were.

However, one good thing came out of today (at least depending on how you look at it) I now have to leave and file paperwork for her death instead of watching the rest of these fights. Some others take out the man and body and prepare for the next match.

I stride through the tunnels in search for the right one. Despite having worked here since my father took over, I still have yet to memorize all the tunnels. Once I do, I immediately grab what I need, sit down, and I get to work to hopefully finish early and head over to my quarters.

…

Finally.

I stand up and stretch out, sore from sitting in the same position for hours on end. You would be surprised by how much paperwork must be filled out for a death in a lawless world, you'd think you just write down a few details of it like who, when, and how, but no, instead you have to fill out like fifty sheets of information that is only on their personal file and since John is old school no electronic help. I have to search through all of our files for everything.

Anyways, I begin to walk out to catch dinner and sleep but I slip of paper on the wall catches my attention. I pause to see what it is.

Next week's schedule for the fights, normally I would ignore it and be on my way as the fights held no interest of mine past my job but now, I have…an investment

Investment? No way. I'm just…curious about her?

Part of me denies but the part of me that is wolf is the opposite.

Face it, loser, investment isn't nearly strong enough to describe her and if you let her die because of your denial, I will destroy you. (aggressive key click)

I snort at the second thought of mine, but I should probably make sure she has the advantage, just to see more of her powers to satiate my dad and I's curiosity.

So, with that I get a few steps closer and look through the names listed before my gaze is caught on hers. When I see her opponent my heart freezes.

-Alcmene Argent "Blood Wolf"-Werewolf, extent of powers unknown-VS- Michael Jacob Maddox "Gigantor"-increased size, speed, strength, fingernails(claws)-

She's going against the giant that just slowly and painfully killed that girl, that then ATE her! I start to hyperventilate and try to form a plan at the same time only worsening my panic and logic.

Calm down. You're not helping anyone with anything in this state. Besides maybe her dying would be for the best, no more distractions, feelings, and that death would be much more merciful than what John would do to her if he found out about my…interest in her.

Even as I think the words, the smart part of my brain trying to reason with me, I flinch and shudder in horror imagining her death. So, I calm down and try to rack my brain with sane ideas and eventually I finally come up with a solid plan to keep her alive.

Alcmene Argent

When I come to, I am back in the main cave and chained this time. I look around to see who is getting experimented on and find myself all alone.

WHAT? Matt and Persie said only one person at a time!

Then again, they also said they didn't take the same person twice in a row which they did to me. Then I hear a human by the mouth of the cave. I smell him and to my wolf and vampyre's disappointment he isn't Elijah…or the other prisoners.

Then I step on a sharp rock. Thankfully, I have my supernatural healing and it is healed but it still hurts like a bitch on bare feet.

Then I realize I am still naked. I walk to my maximum reach of my chain and clear my throat.

"Hey! You! Guard! Do you know where I can get some clothes?" I demand.

He walks away and grabs something and walks back and throws it at me, effectively hitting me in the face.

"Rude" I mutter.

"What's that?" He asks.

"Thank you," I sing song. "Hey what's your name?"

He is silent for a long time and I turn thinking he isn't going to answer.

"Elijah" he answers gruffly.

"I'm going to call you Richard, you know because you sir, are most definitely a Dick." I call out to him walking away but I hear no response from him, how disappointing. Then I get dressed.

The clothes he gives me is cutoff ripped jeans, a black sports bra, and a black leather jacket. I shudder at how hot that's going to be in the Arizona heat, but I put on the shorts and bra I consider just wrap the jacket around my waist but I am not walking around prisoner with sicko's in just a bra. However, even after a few hours I'm still not even sweating.

Are either of you to blame for this miracle?

Neither of us it's your avian which we just discovered is a phoenix who will keep you at a good temperature if she lives.

My wolf informs me while my vampyre is asleep. Then I register what she said. A phoenix is my avian side?!

Holy shit! Super badass.

I then walk over to my plate and eat my breakfast I see Elijah and Dicky (other Elijah) guarding the cave entrance which the scent of Elijah, well apparently Elijah One, jolts my supernatural sides awake and alert. I grimace couldn't fate have chosen a better mate my wolf and vampyre both snarls, Perfect mate! simultaneously so fiercely and possessively that I don't try to argue.

After I finish my breakfast, I walk over silently even with my chain and stand near Elijah and count, tre, due, uno when I reach zero, I jump into Elijah's face almost bumping noses whisper shouting "Boo!"

He jumps back two feet with a growl, and I crumble into a giggling fit at the sight taking pleasure in my ma-the guard's fear much to my wolf's dismay my vampyre however is enjoying this almost as much as I am. When he regains his composure mumbling something like "crazy bitch" I become serious again "Where is everyone?" I ask with a little demanding angry tone.

"Don't know kitten." Elijah, one answers back to his normal self.

"I'm a wolf so it's inaccurate and quite insulting to call me kitten, numero uno." I inform him.

He raises his eyebrows "Is that so? And really numero uno? Thanks kitten, I always love knowing I'm number one. Nice stroke to the ego, though there's something else I'd like you to stroke." He taunts and appears to be amused.

"Gross, and you definitely win the award for number one asshole, stronzo." I reply smirking.

He snorts but goes back to staring at the wall. I sigh and stalk to the back wall and lie back and close my eyes and fall asleep.

When I wake everyone is back and asleep. I hear some stifled yelling. Then I hear something walk towards our cave then I sniff the air and smell my mate. I hear him walk into the cave and I open my eyes.

He walks straight over to me and takes off my chain and he grabs my wrist; his grip is so strong it almost hurts but I don't fight him either because I know it won't help or I'm rather weak from him touching me but then he gets up and drags me up then blindfolds me and picks me up and starts running.

Eventually we get outside I can tell from the scent and temperature. Then Elijah sets me down on my feet and takes the blindfold off and looks at me.

"Figured you would need to be outside during the full moon for your wolf and might need blood for your vampyre."

I am surprised and irritated as well as that small traitorous part of me is touched that he is taking care of me.

Then he tells me to shift and I obey. My wolf is eager to meet and impress him, so she takes control quickly. Again, when I shift, I am only wolf unlike my first shift, but still a huge ass silver wolf. Not long after Elijah shifts too.

His wolf is a black wolf about the same size as my wolf. I yip at him and nuzzle his neck wagging my tail as he licks my face affectionately. I bask in his attention even though the human part of me is still skeptical and confused. After I few moments more of this I turn away.

Then I run.