Chapter 3 Fallen Angel

Elizabeth's Pov

I can still remember it.

I still remember how they attacked us, I still remember how they effortlessly killed our other members. I still remember how they shifted into a scary hungry beasts.

Sharp teeth, broad snout, glowing eyes that reflect their wolfish nature. Large claws, long pointed ears. Their appearance conveys their strength, power, and dominance within each other.

And those were no different from this woman in front of me.

"Elizabeth Wood?" The tall woman mentioned my name, short black hair, inked eyes and a vixen face.

She was the one who saved me from the hungry Lycans. The one who brought me into another hell of my life.

I didn't answer, my body was weak. I stayed on my knees and my two hands were chained, my wrist was red and I could feel its pain. I woke up here in the dungeon, with my wounds healed. But the bite on my shoulder still remained painful and fresh.

"I have come to hear your words," she explained but I still didn't answer.

I can feel the oppressive weight of the air. The only light comes from a small sliver of moonlight that creeps in through the barred window of the dungeon.

I look small and fragile in front of her, like a bird with a broken wing. My hair is matted and tangled, and my clothes hang off my slender frame. My eyes are narrowed, dead and expressionless, and my body shakes uncontrollably. The bruises on my skin tell a story of pain and suffering.

"You can't get any information from me," my voice was weak and hoarse.

I don't have the strength to speak or explain. I am angry, I told myself a few times that I would not dare to give my name to anyone... ever again. But I made a mistake.

"This will help you so we can release you from the chains."

I stared at her with anger in my eyes, I bowed and closed my eyes, I tried to calm myself and I tried to think of a way to escape from here. But it is impossible, I'm chained and locked up in a dungeon. I don't know where exactly I am.

I could do nothing but wait for Christian, and the rest of our companions. But how can I wait for them if they are already gone? If the others are gone? Christian is my only hope, we were the last ones to survive and escape that time.

I know he won't fail me.

I closed my eyes tightly.

"Please don't fail me," I whispered under my breath.

My eyes opened and stopped for a moment.

"Aaron," she mentioned a name.

Something inside me woke up. Aaron?

I looked in front.

Suddenly, a creaking sound echoed through the cavernous space, causing me to jump in surprise. I strained my eyes in the darkness, trying to make out the figure that was slowly making its way towards me. As the person drew closer, I could see that it was a man, his features obscured by the shadows.

With each step he took, the sound of his footfalls echoed through the dungeon, reverberating off the walls and causing my heart to race faster still. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

The tall man walked into the area, his black suit hugging his muscular frame like a second skin. His presence commanded attention. The fabric of his suit was pristine, without a single crease or wrinkle, as if it had been specially tailored to fit him perfectly.

But what really caught my eye were his tattoos. They snaked up his arms, thick black lines intertwining with intricate designs, each one a story waiting to be told. They peeked out from the cuffs of his shirt, hinting at the man's wild side, a reminder that beneath the polished exterior, lay a fierce and untamed soul.

"I'm glad that she's not dead," the man's voice was deep, rich, and commanding. It was the kind of voice that will make you sit up and take notice.

His face was chiseled and angular, with a strong jawline and dangerous inked eyes like the woman beside him, seemed to look right through you. There was an intensity about him, a sense of danger and excitement that can make someone simultaneously drawn to him and wary of him.

As he stood there, his hands casually tucked into his pockets, the dungeon fell silent. He was like a predator, watching his prey with a cool detachment, waiting for the right moment to strike.

And I am his prey.

And yet, despite his aura of danger, there was something undeniably alluring about him, something that made it impossible to look away.

"The doctor kept her alive, just like what you wanted," the woman spoke, answering him.

"He did a great job." He added, causing and giving me some sensations in my body.

His terrifying black eyes pierced my soul. I stared at his eyes and I winced as my vision suddenly blurred, I took a deep breath as I saw flash scenes in my head. I couldn't look away from his eyes.

I can see some blurry visions.

"Ahh," I groaned as my head suddenly hurt, I looked away and closed my eyes, wishing that I would not see that flashes again in my head.

I kept my head down to avoid his eyes, but I could feel him step forward closer to my place, I kept my head low. I can see his shoes below.

"Lizzy," he said.

I didn't look, it was not my name.

He waited for a few seconds, I was surprised when he gripped my chin, I accidentally looked up to look at him. I feared that I might see those flashes again, but I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw nothing.

I see nothing but dominance.

His gorgeous face screamed danger and death.

"Why are you here?" He asked but I did not answer.

He looked back, motioning for the woman to leave. I was scared to know that only the two of us were left inside the dungeon. I swallowed hard, I swallowed several times to get rid of the fear and nervousness that I feel but I just can't. No matter what I do to calm myself down, I can't stop being scared and shaking.

"I promised not to say a word..."

"Who? Who did you promise?"

He knelt in front of me and I froze. He was so close that I could see more how perfect his face is, he is so beautiful. Like Lucifer, the fallen angel.

"I- I..." I tried to speak but I couldn't.

"Who did you promise? What's the reason why you're here?"

I still couldn't speak, he came closer to me and I saw how his eyes stared into my lips, his hand moved, I stopped breathing when his finger made a motion and gently caressed my lips.

His other hand held my waist that made me flinch, I almost lost my breath from what he was doing. His rough, calloused hands rubbed against my skin. And every time he held me, it was as if I was being burned by what he was doing.

"You can't answer my question, it's because you can't remember anything, right?"

My forehead was wrinkled, I couldn't react when he leaned towards me. His head went to my neck, he sniffed me like an animal, he sniffed my scent.

His grip on my waist tightened as he continued to smell me.

"Fuck," he groaned under his breath.

My lips parted.

"I-I came here for..."

"For what?" He raised his head again and faced me. "For what, Lizzy?"

I frowned. I closed my eyes tightly as I felt a dull ache spreading through my head, like a fog descending upon my thoughts. I tried to shake it off, but the more I tried to think, the more it seemed to slip away from my grasp. it was as if my memories were being erased one by one, leaving me in a state of confusion and uncertainty.

Shit.

I looked at him with courage and hope in my eyes.

"C- Christian, my friend and I made a promise to each other... he would come back for me. He will come and save me."

He smirked at me.

"What promise?"

I could feel the panic rising in me, a sense of dread and fear that threatened to overwhelm me. Something was very wrong, but I couldn't remember what it was. It was as if my mind was playing a cruel trick on me, teasing me with half-formed memories and fleeting glimpses of the past.

I closed my eyes, hoping that it would help me focus, but even that seemed to make things worse. The darkness behind my eyelids was suffocating, and she felt like I was drowning in a sea of confusion.

"What did you do to me?" I looked at him, my eyes were full of anger and fear, my lips began to tremble, my tears began to flow and I felt the pain in my head more.

"I saved you from the poison." He answered simply.

I tried to do nothing but all I could do was make the sound of chains. My fist clenched and I cried even more.

"W- what... what did you do to me?! Why can't I remember everything?!"

I can see no expression from him, my chest rises and falls due to mixed emotions. I bit my lower lip and felt my tears flow more.

"Lower your voice." He commanded but I didn't care about that.

I just bowed while crying. the tears streamed down my face, hot and fast, as I cried out in anger and fear. My chest heaved with sobs, each one a wrenching, guttural sound that seemed to tear at my very soul.

My fists were clenched tightly, knuckles white with the force of my emotions. I was shaking with rage, every muscle in my body tensed and coiled like a spring ready to snap.

"I hate you, I hate you... whoever you are," I cursed at him.

My voice was raw and hoarse, as I screamed out my frustrations in front of him. it was a sound that was both primal and desperate, a cry of pain and anguish that echoed through the empty dungeon.

"You're a trespasser yet you dare to raise your voice to me."

I didn't look at him, his presence was heavy and dark. He stood up and walked away from me so I looked up to look at him.

"Let me go," I whispered. "Please..."

His eyes were dull as he stared back at me.

"I'll free you from the chains but you'll remain in my territory." He turned his back on me. "I didn't wait for three hundred fucking years for nothing. I won't let you escape."

I looked away.

I need to make a way.

I need to escape from this place and from him.