Chapter 42
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Suddenly, everything was getting a bit blurry. She could recognize this scene. Being taken away and dragged to a corner. Her heart knew she was in danger and that there was a huge possibility that she would die on the cold floor. Realizing her death was near, Anastasia could not focus on anything else. She wanted badly to get away but there was no way she could with his steady grip and determined gaze.
She focused on his dirty hands and at his face. His eyes seemed familiar all of a sudden. She was sure she had seen them before. Could it be he was the man who tried to take her away before? The one everyone had warned her about. Was it him?
"An old friend," he answered with an evil grin plastered upon his face. Right then, she remembered everything that happened. He was there, holding her against him and covering her mouth. He was the start of everything that turned her life to another different direction.
Still, Anastasia couldn't help but show how much she disdained him. Perhaps it was because of him that she was here now and found her true destiny. But it was also because of him that she was away from her father. Her father.. whom she missed so much. Her father that was all alone back home and thinking about her. Perhaps even worried that she must have died. How could she ever go back and set things right once again?
When he noticed her frown, however, his smile faded in an instant. He was a demon and she was the angel being capture. He broke her wings and denied her the ability to fly. If only she could fly away from here, things would have been easier.
"You don't seem happy to see me, Luna." He seemed like the kind of man who would not take anything seriously, the kind who always made jokes that weren't funny at all. Anastasia looked at him with disgust.
"Well, how can I be happy when you have a knife against my throat?" she retorted, sounding so brave and strong. She was determined to not show any weakness, determined to not let him see how scared she was at this point.
He laughed mischievously. "You're so funny."
What exactly was so funny? she wanted to ask. Anastasia looked at his face in the mirror, his torn sleeves showing the tattoo on his large arm. It resembled a wolf with wings. Imagine a werewolf who could fly. A werewolf with freedom. That would be such a fantasy.
Still, she could remember her Alpha Draco. She wished he would just open up the ground and take her away but he wasn't here and there was no way he could save her. The only choice she had was to save herself from this mess. But how could she ever do that? How could she beat this guy that was already skilled in fighting? Bring him down when he was already above her? How could she right when she hadn't trained at all? Anastasia felt helpless. But there was nothing a weak human girl like her could do in situations like this. A mere human against a powerful rogue.
"Perhaps you recognize me?" he questioned.
Her eyes found his intense gaze on her. "Yes," she admitted, "but I don't know who you are."
"You will soon enough."
He took a good look at his knife and she noticed just how sharp it was. As if he spent almost all his time sharpening it. Unfortunately, Alpha Draco hadn't told her the whole story. He didn't even mention his name. Perhaps because he still felt anger or regret with what happened. It seemed it wasn't only Draco who hasn't moved on.
"What do you want?" she questioned. She felt him holding her closer, her back pressing against his chest. He didn't have any plans of letting her go.
"You see, I like to play games," he stated, deep in thought. "Will you play with me?"
"A game?" she repeated in disbelief.
"Yes." He leaned closer to her, sniffing her hair, as if smelling in her scent. Then she heard his deep voice in her ear. "Hide and seek."
"Get away from me," she demanded just as she felt his lips inching closer to her cheek, the tip of his knife sliding upwards.
"You smell so sweet, Luna. I wonder what you taste like."
Without thinking, she hit his stomach hard with her elbow and he stumbled back in shock, barely wounding her with his knife. She quickly ran towards the door but realize it was locked. His evil laugh echoed right behind her. She turned to look at him, her back bumping against the cold bathroom wall.
"Impressive," he commented, looking at her in awe. "Alpha Draco trained you well, but you.. are a brave girl yourself. Who knew a half-blood like you would have the guts to do that to a wild rogue?" He growled, blinking his now darkened eyes. "I like feisty girls."
"I don't like you," she found herself saying. Anastasia knew she didn't have a chance to win against him one on one. He was a rogue, a wild one. He had been through a lot that she couldn't even begin with.
"Let me impress you in other ways then." He smirked, signifying something else.
She clenched her fists. "How dare you say that?"
His laugh was merry as if he didn't care at all. "Because I can."
She realized he would never respect a Luna or even an Alpha, considering what he had done and what he had suffered. He would do whatever he wanted. He didn't care about anything at all. Anastasia sighed, in defeat. "Yo-You're a rogue," she whispered.
His dark eyes flickered as he looked at her reaction. "So you do know who I am. Did he also tell you what I did?"
"You betrayed him," she accused. "You're a traitor. A lone wolf."
"I think he missed out the part where his father killed my family," he said as he threw the knife at the mirror, the glass breaking in pieces. The knife was directly stabbed through the wall and she could only watch it in horror. This rogue was definitely experienced in fighting. He glanced at her then, looking so satisfied with her reaction. Anastasia gulped the fear that chilled her bones as she awaited his next move.
