I have two scenes from two different books. Obvious spoilers if you dare read forward.
The Forgotten Queen
“Alice, I am here --- oh no. For the love of Gala I’m too late.” I twist and turn as Kyler manages to break down the door that had trapped me in for so long. The chains that restrain me are starting to only become tighter.
I try to let out a scream of agony, but the only thing that comes out is a whimper.
“Get out, Kyler, please. There’s a spell, I don’t have long.”
“No, I can’t, Alice. You have to resist, just a little longer.”
“I said I can’t,” my voice roars as the tension starts to pump through my veins. I can feel my muscles tighten, and my arm starts to elongate, building pressure as my circulation starts to get shut off.
“Please, get out.” My voice pleads with him, and Kyler looks at me, hesitantly, just standing there. He holds his sword valiantly as sweat drips along his forehead.
“You won’t hurt me.”
“Kyler, I can’t control this. Just get out --- argh.” My voice tires out, and I feel my head roll upwards as my eyes start to burn. I try to keep myself from screaming as the pain starts to span throughout my entire body. Every single inch of my being feels like flames are enlightened; it is as though I am being skinned alive. That I am being tossed into a thorn pit, doused in millions of gallons of hydraulic acid.
I can see Kyler still hesitate in the entrance of the room, and with the last bit of my sanity, I simply scream at him,
“Get out now!”
Kyler lets a small tear flow down his cheek before running out of the entrance. As he does, the largest pain of wave rolls through my spine, and I can’t help but let out a horrid screech.
My heart beat starts to slow down instead of speeding up.
I failed. I don’t know how long I was captive, but my 40-day time limit has come to an end. Is this the end? Am I bound to go on a rampage, and then be sent to hell?
My thoughts start to drum out as an itch fights at the start of my skin; I am quick to glance towards my wrists as the chains start to dig into my skin. They are becoming unbearably tight, and I can only let out a piercing scream as the blood circulation starts to be cut off.
My hand twitches and only then do the veins start to spread. It took me too long to recognize that my hand had turned back and that the veins had started to run down my limbs. They soon start to turn black as well.
My back aches and the clothes I wear rip apart as my legs elongate and spines start to appear on my back. I would scream, Gala I want to scream, but my vocal cords are torn apart. I can only look down as my mind continues to get barer, and the thoughts I obtain are starting to become more desperate, screaming for unholy cravings. I want to refrain, I NEED to restrain myself, but it quickly becomes too much.
The itch climbs up my body, and my mouth starts to ache as my teeth elongate. The fangs in my mouth grow out to where they visibly poke out from my lips. My tongue forms into that of a serpent, and I can tell from my eyesight that everything is clearer, tinted brightly. The light is starting to burn in my eyes despite it being in the midst of night.
My throat continues to elongate and scales form on my blackened arms and face. When my claws are fully elongated, I tear the chains from my body and land on my knees. The wings on my back are able to spand out to their full length, and my heart no longer beats.
My sight flickers from where I was trapped to the freedom held behind that door. I can feel myself stand up to my full height, and there is nothing of me that is human. I am a strigoi, a monster.
The craving becomes too much, and the fire that burns in the pit of my stomach, the anger that roars in my chest, makes me screech into the air. The sound is piercing, it seems like the whole kingdom shatters.
Rage, it is bitter rage. I want revenge. I want to kill people, to feel their savory blood running down my throat. God, I want to kill them. I want to kill them all.
Curse of the Lycan
After what seemed like hours, the two arrived at a large, open-spaced plateau. Katrina's gut was submerged in butterflies, the pain numbed by terror. Men and women of all ages and statures stood along the edge of the land. Two people stood only yards away from where the car parked.
Katrina's instincts kicked into gear as a searing rage soared through her limbs. It didn't take more than a mere second to recognize the female, the one that threatened to murder her in the cafe. She wanted to tear this woman apart, limb by limb.
She was not normally an aggressive person, but throughout today, and the last few days combined, nothing seemed to be normal about her.
Katrina nearly kicked the door open as her teeth ground against each other, causing the anguish in her gums to start to overload, blood soon starting to ooze from her lips and teeth.
"You," Katrina snarled as she slammed the car door. The anger she felt was boiling over with every step she took. By instinct, she leaped forward towards the female with the intent to beat her face into the ground.
However, before she could reach the female, Katrina felt strong arms restrain her.
She thrashed like a wild animal trapped in a cage. "Let me go!" Katrina roared as her golden eyes glared at the female with so much hatred that every single soul in the area felt a chill run down their spine. "I'll kill you all!"
The alpha male, Alfie, had his grip slip along Katrina's slim arms; her will to fight forcing people to stay on their toes. Archie and London shared a look of despair before they both glanced at the rising moon. Time was becoming short.
"Listen," London whispered as Archie was soon pinning Katrina down to the ground in his last attempt to control her. "Tonight is a full moon, all of us will be in lycan form as the moon takes hold of our disease. You need to calm down and take a deep breath. It will be over soon, okay? So stop stru---"
"If you don't let me go right now," Katrina breathed heavily "I will kill every single one of you. I don't care who you are, or what you are, I will tear you to pieces to the point where only your flesh remains in shreds."
Everyone in the perimeter remained silent as the young female was no longer thrashing, but, instead, she remained still as the moon continued to rise higher. Everyone glanced nervously at the young woman as Alfie started to release his grip on Katrina.
"We are not going to hurt you, please work with us," he pleaded as Katrina finally seemed to listen and settle down. London glanced at Alfie as Carson sat on the hood of his car. Everyone seemed to give a little sigh of relief as Katrina just looked around with cautious eyes.
"Why shouldn't I kill her? Do you remember what you did to me in the cafe? Do you remember? I was bloody terrified! You were going to fucking kill me! Do you remember that? Do you?!" Katrina snapped, though her body didn't waver. London remained quiet as shame and guilt poured from the souls of her eyes. Alfie only looked down, everyone awaited for the alpha family to finally arrive.
"Listen, sweetheart ---"
"Don't call me that," Katrina growled lowly.
"Katrina. I apologize, I really do. I can't explain my actions, but I know that they were wrong and I am extremely sorry for it. I need you to work with us here to make this as easy as possible."
"And why should I do that? What if this is just a trap to kill me? To finish off what you started," Katrina scoffed loudly.
London huffed as her patience was starting to wear thin. "Listen, I'm done talking. I wanted to just explain this to you, but since you don't feel like cooperating, this is the last thing. We are lycans, or, in simple terms, werewolves. You will be undergoing your transformation, and if you don't listen, you will die. Alfie, the one that was restraining you, will show you a general idea of what you will look like."
"I'm doing what?" Alfie questioned as London and Katrina both glanced in his direction. Before either one of the women could utter, or shout, a word, a black Cadillac Escalade pulled up from the gravel road. Alfie let out a long-winded breath as the car parked and three individuals stepped out.
The rest of his family had arrived.
"About fucking time someone bloody showed up," Katrina laughed dryly as her eyes suddenly glazed over at the sight of one male, dark and brooding.
Her breathing, already labored, got clogged up, and, thus, a series of chokes was released. Her eyes stared at the male as her body started to shake violently, like that of a seizure patient. The gold in her irises shone brightly as blood dripped quickly from her gums and, now, her fingertips.
Hayden and Katrina stared at each other as the moon soon stuck brightly in the sky. Yet, the connection they held for that mere second was disrupted as Katrina roared in agony. Her hands scratched at her chest as everyone gazed at her; the feeling of eyes staring at her made the pain only that much worst.
She could tell that the boy she had so much interest in wanted to move forward, but the state she was in seemed to make him hesitant. She closed and opened her eyes as her bleeding hands showed that her nails started to elongate and sharpen, to that of individual knives. Her eyes grew big as the new nails reached for her bleeding mouth. It was the first tooth that scared her, but then it was that of a movie, she couldn't stop it. She spat up blood --- and teeth. Each tooth that came out of her mouth scared her even more. This was to the point where her aching hands reached to her mouth, feeling for a new set of sharpened canines breaking in.
Everyone's eyes made her scream loud, her claws starting to rip at her clothes that were fast becoming smaller. She wanted to scream even more, but her vocal cords snapped, leaving her with a wheezing sound that soon became less human.
Fine hairs started to appear on Katrina's body, black as the night's shadow. Her clothes shredded due to her fast increasing size; Katrina's limbs started to elongate as her claws soon started to fully grow in. Each one black and sharpened, ranging from three to four inches. Her shins splintered into a million pieces as the bones started to reconstruct themselves. Her arms ached as muscle grew beneath the blossoming fur. Katrina licked the inside of her mouth, the new canines aching underneath the gums. Her eyes glanced back and forth as she went silent. Screaming no longer would bring her any comfort.
Fur grew along her body whilst her ears started to turn upwards, like that of a wolf. Sounds soon grew louder as Katrina could hear the quietest of a pin drop; her sight increased as the light that was once dim grew clearer like that through a microscope. Her body shook in tremors, a new muzzle forming. What was left of Katrina stood on shaky feet as her size matched that of an eight-foot giant.
What once was a human was a mere ghost. A beast stood in front of the moonlight, humanity soon gone from the eyes. There was no emotion, just a beast ready to kill. The beast shook off the rest of the blood, letting out a massive roar in the process. It could feel fear in everyone's bones. It enjoyed the freedom and now it wanted to prove its dominance.
Everyone remained quiet as the beauty of a new alpha was right in front of their eyes. The beast was calm despite the saliva dripping from its sharp jaws and the roar it released. It stood still, looking for prey, but it was smarter than to charge at the small critters below it. Its bright eyes lingered on Hayden as it could tell that the male was simply in awe of the beast; it felt proud.
Yet, one movement, loud and unwarranted, sounded the beast's natural instincts. One second it was there, the next moment, it was gone.
