MY UNKNOWN ALLY
I landed hard on the ground after I was thrown against the wall like I weighed nothing. I winced as the impact reverberated through my body, a sharp pain shooting up my spine. I groaned struggling to catch my breath as I slowly pushed myself onto my elbows. Anya stood over me, a smirk on her face as she watched me with a look of sick satisfaction. She was no doubt enjoying this!
Breathing heavily, I turned to shoot a glare at the prince who stood silently in the corner, his expression inscrutable. His companion, a silent figure cloaked in the shadows stood beside him, their presence a looming one in the room.
This wasn't what I had imagined would happen when I decided to follow him down the passage way which turned out not to be a sex dungeon after all but a training arena of some sort. I had followed him down with the intentions of apologizing to him but as soon as I got here, I was immediately attacked by Anya who thought it was fun to throw me around like a rag doll and come at me for absolutely no reason at all. I mean, I knew that my words hurt him but I didn't think it was that serious or that I deserved it!
Before I could even think of any other thing, Anya threw another punch at me this one hitting me just in the corner of my eye. A pained yell escaped my lips as I fell to the side while I heard ringing in my ears.
"Come on, you should have seen that coming and tried to block it!" Anya said as if it was my fault.
I crouched down on the ground then glared up at her in response, her vision was slightly blurring and I knew I was still feeling the after effect of the blow. Shaking my head a few times to shake away the pain, I went back to glaring at Anya.
"There she is!" Anya cooed at me, "I think we are finally about to have some real fun now!"
She wanted a fight, well she's got it! With a growl, I stood up from the ground and launched myself at Anya, grabbing her tightly by the waist as I tried to push her backwards. I could only make her move two steps and that was probably because she was caught by surprise.
Anya chuckled feeling confident, "Really, this…this is your best move?"
She sounded disappointed at me but I still held on tightly to her. Anya threw a punch at my rib, trying to get me to release my hold on her. They were quite painful even though she wasn't using most of her strength. I still held on to her, grunting as she began throwing punches at me.
"You are quite the relentless one aren't you?" Anya said and her voice held just a hint of admiration in them.
When she saw that, I wasn't giving up on her, she decided to use her strength then. She grabbed me by the waist, lifting me in the air and that was the exact moment I was waiting for. The moment she raised me in the air, I made a quick grab for her neck before I stretched out my legs, using it to kick her in the chest with enough force that I could muster.
Anya hissed in pain before she stumbled back and I fell down to the ground but quickly picked myself up. I seemed to have caught the prince interest because he leaned forward in his seat. I balled my hands into a fist, preparing myself for another fight as I stared at Anya who looked pissed.
Her eyes turned a vibrant shade of Blue, before she raced towards me with her vampyre strength not giving me any chance to prepare. Her speed and strength were unmatched and I tried my best to be on high alert but Anya didn't even give me any space.
Eventually, I did manage to duck and hit her on her ribs causing her to stagger backwards. All she did was just smirk at me, clearly enjoying this. We then began to circle each other, each waiting for the other to make the move. Anya could easily make the first move, she had her supernatural strength and she could take on me if she wanted to but she didn't. She was enjoying this just like the predator that she was, savoring every moment before she goes for the final kill.
I wasn't going to go to her. I was going to let her come to me. She was trying to intimidate me but I was going to be having any of it. They want a fight, I will give them a hell of a fight! I thought to myself just as Anya lunged for me, probably already tired of waiting for me to take the bait.
I tried to anticipate her next strike, but she was too quick for me. I ducked and weaved, doing my best to protect myself from her deadly punches. But I was only human, not a match for her strength and she knew it!
Just when I thought I had opening to land a punch of my own, Anya grabbed my arm with a vice like grip. My eyes suddenly widened at the realization of what she was about to do.
No, no, no, she wouldn't right? This was just training, it wasn't anything serious at all? It's just for fun, right? My mind raced with series of questions as I stared at Anya who only smirked at me with malicious intent in her gaze.
No! "No, no, Anya, please, no, no, I can't…"
Before I could get any more words out, in one swift motion, Anya twisted my arm to the side, causing searing pain to shoot through my body. I screamed in agony as I fell down to my knees, cradling my now dislocated arm. Tears welled up in my eyes as I glared at Anya through the pain.
"Looks, like I win!" Anya said smiling sweetly at me before she flicked her hair and sashayed off to where the prince and his companion stood.
Still glaring at Anya, I stood up still cradling my arm as I turned my glare to the prince now. "What the fuck was that?"
"What?" Corion asked me in a dry tone.
"You watched her do that to me and yet you sat there and did nothing!" I accused him.
Corion stood up as he tucked his hands into his pocket. "It was a fight, a fight you lost."
"Of course it was a fight but one purely for your own sick twisted satisfaction isn't it?" I hissed at him my voice dripping venom, "She broke my arm and you sat there! You sat there and watched her hit me knowing that I was no match for her and yet you did nothing!" I accused angry tears now streaming down my face.
Corion heaved out a sigh before he turned to look back at me. "I wanted to see how strong you are, turns out you are pretty weak if you can't handle one vampyre!"
"Hey!" Anya protested but I just glared at the prince with hatred.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to control the rage burning inside of me. How dare he call me weak when he doesn't know how I've tried to survive in this cruel unforgiving world he brought me into, a world where every day I'm seen as something to be trample on and can't even get a decent sleep for fear of being killed?
Corion seemed unfazed by my hatred, dismissing it in a bored tone as he stared at his companion. "Get her cleaned up and see she returns to the servant quarters, tomorrow you are taking over!" He said shooting me one last look before he walked away leaving me seething with anger and frustration.
Anya immediately went after him, chattering about whether or not Corion saw her as weak. I blinked back the tears from my face as I turned to my arm. A hiss escaped my lips when I touched it because it was now at a usual angle. They couldn't even bother to help me return it back to the normal way.
Fucking pricks! I cursed as I stared at my arm trying to figure out the best way to fix my arm.
I was still lost in thoughts when I heard a soft rustle. Startled, I looked up only to find the guy from earlier standing in front of me. Before I could even say anything, he gripped my arm and in one swift pull, he turned it back to the normal position.
A wince escaped my lips but other than that, my arm was fine and back to normal. Swallowing, I raised my gaze up to stare at the guy whose face was still covered in a scarf as usual.
"I thought you did well," He spoke in a deep resonant voice, "For a human at least." He added but it was in stark contrast to the condescending tone of Anya and that of the prince.
I stared up at him trying to see if he was mocking me but all I could see was a flicker of respect in his eyes, recognition of the struggles I faced in world I didn't fit in. Before I could even come up with a response, he turned and left, leaving me feeling both confused and intrigued.
Just who is he and what's his name?