The Cursed Human

“Elijah! What…. how?” Artemis stuttered as she looked wide eyed at him. The smirk on Elijah’s face vanished her whatsoever doubts she was having. Looking at him after god knows how long felt strange yet familiar to her.

A charmer… that’s what he was back then.

“Hello to you too, Artemis.” Elijah rolled his eyes at sudden astonished face that Artemis was making. A tall glass of Bacardi rested elegantly in his hands. Artemis gulped down the lump of saliva as he gulped down his rum.

“What are you doing here, Elijah?” Michael asked as he watched him with suspicion dancing in his eyes. Elijah did a quick turn while he emptied his glass before turning to face Michael.

“Is this how you’re going to greet your friend?” Elijah fake pouted making Michael groan in frustration.

“We are not friends.” He gritted in disgust.

“We were.” Elijah smirked. Michael moved towards him with clenched fists.

“Why the fuck are you here after so long?” Artemis interrupted as she pulled Michael back by his shoulders.

“Same reason as you….. Broken heart, fucked up life, betrayal, and blah blah blah…..” All the playfulness blew away from his face replacing with serious expression. He called the bartender as he looked back at Michael.

“Why are you here?!” Michael gritted.

“Two Martinis please…..” Elijah smiled at bartender who blushed instantaneously. His eyes looked over her chest looking over at her badge. “… Vicki….” He grinned at her making her cheeks more flushed.

“Here.” The bartender placed two Martinis and shoes away as Elijah winked in her direction. Michael raised a curious brow as Elijah placed one glass in front of Michael.

“What is your plan Elijah? By offering me a drink or two won’t work out things between us!” Michael gulped down the Martini in one go. He continued “You and I can never be friends…… not again!”

“I’m not here to work things out!” Elijah shrugged his shoulders as his eyes looked over to bartender. His smirk widened as he caught her stealing few glances in his direction. “…. I’d rather say…. I’m here to stop the witchy bitch.” He gritted in disbelief as he sipped from his glass.

Michael and Artemis shared concerned looked as knowing expression planted on their faces.

“You know whom I mean, right?” He looked over his shoulder at the duo with raised brow. Artemis breathed out as she said.

“You can’t stop Melissa, Elijah. She is far too powerful for you to handle alone.”

Elijah licked his lips seductively while bartender looked at him.

“That’s why I’m here… for a favor”

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“Please, don’t tease me like this!”

“Patience, love…. Patience…” He descended down as his lips traced down her neck moving towards her bosom.

She writhed beneath him while he pleasured her body with his mouth. His hands descended down to her torso as he unhooked few hooks from her bodice and let the dress cascade down her body. Her raven hairs layed beautifully on the whole pillow contrasting each other.

“I can’t seem to have a lot of patience if you keep punishing me like this..” She breathed out as she felt cold wind hit her naked torso. He smirked against her neck while his other hand undressed her slowly and erotically. She palmed the back of his neck as she pulled him in a heated kiss making every single fiber of his body burn with desire.

“I love you Draven,” she panted as she pulled away. Her enchanting sapphire eyes looking at him with passion and aspiration.

“I love you too…. Melissa…”

His eyes were glued on the painting hanging elegantly on peach colored walls. There was pure desire and need in his eyes as he watched the painting. Drowing a full glass of liquor, he put aside the glass and averted his eyes as he sensed a presence behind him.

“She is human, my king. There is no supernatural signs in her, which I presume is a good thing. But, she’s a liability for you. What do you plan on doing with her?”

“She isn’t a liability… at least not for me and let me make some things clear, Karen…. she’s here because I want her to be here and about my plans… she is going to play a salient role in my own personal little show.” Draven smirked at man, watching the confused expression dominating his emotions. Draven looked at Karen with mischievous eyes.

“Would you do me a favor, Karen? Will you help her adjust in my room? There’s some things I need to show her?” Karen nodded and walked out of there without uttering a single word. Draven turned towards the painting with a smile on his face.

“Before long, amore.” His whispers blew out with wind as while he finished his glass.

Sarah’s p. o. v

“Leave me! Where are you taking me?!” I screamed but like usual nothing was worth it. My limbs were aching with all the thrashing and struggling but something in me was making me fight, fight for myself. I had been played, fooled, betrayed, but not anymore. I decline to be a puppet dancing on their strings, not anymore.

Every time I close my eyes, I saw the dull and emotionless face of Matthew, which makes me mad and feel the hatred I never felt for anyone. Nothing scares me anymore, the vampires, the werewolves, everything which I believed to be bluff was now my biggest reality. Everyone broke my trust like a glass and now I was going to stab them with same pieces.

“I said leave me!!” My arms were hurting from the impact he had on me. The chains were piercings through my skin, I was afraid if I applied any more pressure I would surely bleed.

Whoever the hell this man was, didn’t talked much because he hadn’t said a word. He just came to the dungeons and without any word started dragging me god knows where.

Hallways after hallways, paintings, sculptures, portraits, decorative pieces was passing in a blur. These white hallways were as dull unlike my life. My life was full of colors, wait wait, let me rephrase it, my life was full of events, different and mind blowing events.

He opened large brown doors as he pushed me inside with a harsh push. My knees scraped against rough carpet as he chained the end of my chains to the far end of the room. Before I could ask anything, he walked out before locking the door behind.

I sighed in defeat as I looked around. The room was spacious, didn’t had anything much just basic furniture. A king sized bed, a small leather couch on the far end, a small dressing table with few flower cases here and there. The chains with which I was bound to was about two meters long making it difficult for me to reach any object, just in case.

No matter how much I yank my hands, nothing was working. My body was in pain, my head was throbbing and so was my heart. But I was not going to cry a single tear for what Matthew had done to me. I was going to be strong for myself, for the very first time. No matter how much you love someone, so will always get hurt and pain in exchange. That’s what I was getting for trusting and loving too much.

My head snapped towards the door as I heard click from other side of the door.

“How are you feeling?” Devil himself asked as he closed the door behind him. He looked like a beautiful creature but devil was in the details. Not wanting to answer him, I ignored his existence which he didn’t seemed to like because next moment my throat was in his grip.

“Are you ignoring me, my love!” His threats were doing nothing to me. I had nothing left to lose, if he wanted to make me his little slave by all this threats and indecent comments, then breaking a already broken person was a in futile move.

“F… Fuck… you!” I struggled out as his grip tightened on my throat. He abruptly let go of me as I landed harshly on the ground. His demonic laughter rang in my ears while I struggled to breathe in air.

“You are a hard one to break,” he crouched down to my level as I rubbed my sore throat. The gleam in his eyes screamed mischief and wickedness, “but as you see I have enormous unpleasant ways to destroy you.”

Chills spread down my spine as his cold and emotionless voice entered my ears. Something was wrong with this man. He seemed diabolical and unpleasant to me. Dying by the hands of a foreign man was something out of my bucket list.

I froze when I heard a knock on the door. But what scared me more was the crazed look in Draven’s eyes. He get up while smirking and opened the door as Damon and other man pushed Falcon inside. The side of his face was swollen and bruised make me wonder what he had been going through.

“Falcon!!” I screamed as I immediately tried to rush towards him but chains were too short making me fall on my knees.

“Falcon! Falcon! You okay?!” I said as tears rushed down my face. My eyes scanned his whole body for any other injuries and that’s when I saw a fresh cut on his abdominal muscles. I couldn’t stop my tears as I saw how deep and nasty the cut looked.

“S… Sarah,” He said breathing heavily as his fatigued green eyes looked at me.

“God! What did they do you you?” I sobbed uncontrollably but my cries were falling on deaf ears. I do badly wanted to clean his cuts and bruises but these chains were making this difficult for me.

“I told you….. I will destroy you.” Draven said standing behind me as I heard clinging of chains. The weight of chains lightening from my wrists as he unchained me. I quickly scrambled towards Falcon as I touched his face carefully.

“Oh my god!!” I cried as I inspected his bruises. There were cuts, bruises all over his body.

“Sarah….. y.. you okay?” He asked.

“No, I don’t think so.” Draven said grabbing me by the waist and pulling me up away from Falcon.

“Let me g-” I started when I felt my head getting dizzy. Whole room started spinning as I halted in my steps.

“Just needed to make sure, you don’t do something stupid.” Draven said wrapping his arms around my waist and flushing my back to his chest.

“What.. did… you… do?” I stammered when everything started to become blurry.

“A trivial harmless spell… make you feel dizzy, weak but, but, but…. you won’t lose consciousness.”

I felt Draven’s hands travel up my sides before roughly groping my both breasts.

I could feel his nasty touch but felt too weak to struggle and that’s what he wanted. Falcon’s growls were falling clearly in my ears but my mind was in haze. It felt like my mind was in paralyzed state.

“You have such a beautiful body for such a young age… I would like a demonstration.” I could hear the menacing tone in his voice. He was trying to anger Falcon and the way Falcon was growling, it was clearly working.

“Lucifer seems to enjoy every beauty on his own.” The coldness in his voice sends shivers down my spine. I felt the soft mattresses touch my back as my breath caught in my throat.

I felt my heart beat accelerating as it got harder to breathe. I tried to look at Falcon but he became a blur. Nothing was working anymore, neither my brain nor my heart. I was there but at the same time I wasn’t. I could feel his hands loitering on my body but I was far too sane to do anything.

I felt the bed move beside me as I was forced on my side. Sound of tearing fall in my ears and cold air hit my body. That’s when I realised…. he tore my clothes. Not so good memories with Lucifer rolled in my mind like reel of pictures. His everything touch burned my body while I breathed heavily.

What was happening to me?

Is this how I was supposed to get treated?

Like a slut?

Am I about to get raped? Again?

“Draven…. please,” I panted as I tried not to shed any tear for this cruel man.

“Please what? My love….” He asked. “… You will be screaming in pleasure by the end of the night….”

“DRAVEN!!” Falcon screamed at him. “Don’t you fucking dare! I swear I will rip your spine out and strangle you with it!!” Climbing of chains could be heard as he tried to break free.

Draven’s mocking laugh seemed to ignore Falcon’s rage as I felt myself being lifted. I felt lightheaded, empty, cold, but above all scared. I couldn’t feel a single piece of clothing on me and I wanted to cry so badly.

Is this what I am?

A plaything?

“Draven, I fucking swear I will fucking kill you!!” Falcon growled. “DONT DO THIS! SHE DOESN’T DESERVE THAT!!”

My senses burned with his touch and he explored my body, my dignity. His blurred face came into view as I saw his lips twitching in a smirk and in less than no time, his lips were on mine.

Third person’s p. o. v.

“sto fengári o ílios me voitháei na vro mia psychí”

“sto fengári o ílios me voitháei na vro mia psychí”

Alatar chanted again. Suddenly the flames around him started rising. With closed eyes and open mouth he chanted the spell few more times.

“To the sun”

“To the Moon”

His eyes immediately opened as he looked at Lucifer with knowing eyes. Lucifer took it as hint and sliced the skin of his palm with his dagger and dropped few drops of his blood on the white powdery substance. Alatar waved his hand in air as wave of air blew past him and blew away the white dust with it.

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“I got their location.” Alatar mumbled as he tried to stand on his feet. The old age was making him weak and dependent.

“Where are they?” Lucifer asked patiently as he helped Alatar standing firmly.

“Somewhere near Zhoutis, probably few miles ahead. But the power radiating within their territory is immensible….. They are upto something.” Alatar said with tense voice. Every word escaping his mouth was wobbling on his lips.

Lucifer smirked humored as he remembered the attack he was planning.

“Why am I not surprised?” He whispered as he vanished in thin air towards his chambers. The wound of his palm was now completely healed and he was proud of himself that he had drank from Sarah and her blood was still in him which make it easy for Alatar to locate her. Eventually the ball was in his court, it was his time to plot a move.

Lucifer stood near the window looking at the garden, couldn’t help but recollect the old memories of past.

“We have to be fully acurate with this. Not a single thing could go wrong”

“We’ve done it thousands times, Luc. It’s enemyproof.”

Draven placed a comforting hand on Lucifer’s shoulder. “By this time day after tomorrow…. she would be safe and sound. We will won, Lucifer.”

Lucifer looked over his shoulder with strained look in his eyes. “We’ve done it thousands times… but this is the very first time we are doing it for…. someone. For someone special.”

Draven grinned. “She deserves world Lucifer and most importantly she deserves a knight in shinning armor.”

“Yes, probably hybrids in shining armor.” Lucifer grinned as he looked at his friend with bright light dancing in his icy blue eyes.

But the light suddenly blew out as his mind drifted back to time he had with his mother.

Draven noticed look of uncertainty on his face while he placed the dagger in the loops of his belt.

“My father is against this Draven. I don’t know…. how much time I have left…” Lucifer said.

“You are the most terrifying and dangerous and strongest hybrid of all time, why do you even need to listen to your father?! I don’t know what your father want but she loves you and…. you love her… where the fuck is problem?!” Draven whispered yelled at his friend. Lucifer avoided eye contact with Draven as he played with his own dagger. “Do what your heart desires Luc. No one owes you a shit!” He completed.

“… she is a witch Draven. That’s where problem lies…” Lucifer exhaled knowing what would be the consequences of loving a witch.

Draven turned and looked at Lucifer again as they held each other in a contemplative gaze.