I wish he burn in hell

KIRA'S POV

I wanted him to do it more than I have ever wanted anything else but the minute his hold on my neck loosened and I started falling, falling and falling, I was tempted to hold on to him. But I have lost my chance, I was going to die now I thought. My body sank into the river and I barely struggled as I drank the water and allowed it into every hole in my body. My throat burned and my nose hurt. My head felt lightheaded and somehow I knew that this was what being stripped of life should feel like. Freedom.

I saw my nightmares again, but now an image made sense, he was wearing a red cap and he had dimples. His eyes were green and they glinted with mischief.

I grinned at him shaking my head and he chuckled running away.

"Rad," I whispered underneath my breath. "Rad," and a tear rolled down my cheeks and I was struggling in earnest to be free, not to die, for Rad, to save Rad.

I blinked and suddenly I was on dry land. My eyes hardened and fell on the man grinning in front of me. The man who chuckled victoriously.

"What happened?" I asked completely perplexed. My clothes weren't damp and I was unharmed and sitting on the floor.

"An illusion of what would have been," he simply said and somehow my head hurt. My eyes burned and I remember things that didn't make sense, me wearing a burgundy dress and making someone who was sitted in front of me shriek like they were being burnt by fire. He had used his spells on me and they were still wearing off if I could still see altered blurred memories of me using black magic. I was no Magik and I knew no spell, else I would have freed myself and fought alongside other of my kind when our world began falling apart.

"Who is Rad?' he showed off dimples that made me feel genuinely sorry that such good genes were being wasted on a monster of a man like himself.

I wanted to accuse him of making me have yet another illusion, yet, somehow I knew that was no illusion. It had felt real, like an exposed jigsaw piece of my dream that the thought of thinking I was dying had unlocked so I looked at him knowing what this means yet not being able to stop myself. "My brother."

He chuckled. An instant transformation on his stoic face, it was very short and startled me before he stood up straight and with a pull in his voice that felt wrong, that my body struggled to fight, he held my eyes. "You'll bathe now and you will wear a new dress that doesn't smell like vanquish and long suffering. You will join me in the dining table, eat good food and then we will discuss about your brother and what you will have to do to see him again."

I slowly nodded, my eyes burning with tears as I felt will leave my body.

He turned to the door and then even barefooted and with his muddy boots in his hand he still walked with the same powerful and sure strides of a man who owned everything.

I wished he burned in hell. I wished a lot of thing but the minute he left I briskly walked into the big jack and Jill toilet with lots of shiny things I couldn't explain or use but instinctively, soon I was scrubbing my body like my life depended on it and the smell of honey filled the air.

DAMIEN'S POV

I walked into my room somehow more frustrated than I had been when I had stepped into the house. Not many could brag about being able to affect me but I can't help but accept that the defiance of the human got on my nerves more than I will like to admit.

I was well feared and people bend backwards to please me and yet today just to win, I had to use spells. She was a weak human that should clung to me, I saved her after all from that horrible place that smelt like death and poverty. But no she chooses to defy me and for the first time I had to compel someone to do my bidding and although I had managed to find her weakness and will find this brother of hers and use him to make his sister comply with my wishes, I hated that I had to go to such extent to control a human. It was funny and pointless that she wouldn't eat good food, won't take her bathe or change her dress, to prove what exactly?

That's why I hated humans. Such emotional creatures that can't strategize or plan. She was so skinny, her neck was like a twig and I knew if I applied just a little more force, it could have snapped. Yet, she will rather starve than try to put on flesh and get strength that will sustain her to rile me enough to make me kill her since she wanted that so much.

Evangeline was wearing a white fluffy robe and she gave me a smile that showed off pearly white but everything about her felt wrong at the moment and I couldn't place my mind on why.

She was one of the most beautiful women I know, I have known her all my life and she had been so eager to please me and made me want her that I had taken her with me as an escort. She was perfect, stayed out of my business, was pliable and right on my bed.

Yet, all I felt was a feeling of wrongness when she sprawled herself on the bed, one of her finger curved towards me even as she moisturized her lips and spread her legs revealing another set of swollen willing lips.

I needed an outlet to let go of my stress and even my frustration and when have I been the type to refuse such a willing participant who was in my level after all and better than the human who had felt so right in my hand even as her red lips quivered and curved in a smirk I doubt she even knew she was doing while I fisted my hand around her neck.

I shouldn't be thinking of her especially when Evangeline was still waiting for me with an inviting flirtatious smile. She was no one. She didn't even have a name. I knew, I had only asked her the question to mock her and remind her of how much of a nobody she was.

Her memory had been wiped along with the rest of the girls through a thin portion of drug that had been added to their food since they had been captured so although they don't remember anything they will only think they had forgotten because of the passage of time and not get horrified at not remembering anything since the process was rather slow and gradual.

Yet, for someone who didn't remember the horror of the war or her family, she seemed to have a lot she was angry about. Evangeline stood up from the bed and shaking her blonde hair out of her face she quickly untied the sash of her robe, her stare on me as she dropped it letting it pool her feet revealing her naked sun-kissed body illuminated by the sun. We were the perfect couple we had been told more than a couple time and she had been taught all her life on how to please me, on how to be queen and I had always known she was the best choice for me.

I really didn't care about things like that except that I needed to sire an heir besides I think concept like love was laughable and was created for humans and heartmates for foolish vampires who had spent their time reading mortal books so Evangeline had been alright.

But now she seemed too eager, too willing, too easy. I wanted someone with fire in her eyes, someone who had a smirk on her face even though it was pure folly to challenge a man like me. Of course, I wasn't saying that I needed the human.

I sighed and lay on the bed aware that I was royally fucked.

I felt nothing for a willing woman who sat beside me ready to warm my bed and although I didn't want to admit it, it might have everything to do with the woman who is naked, bathing against her will while plotting on how to kill me slowly.