Arriving Back on Earth
I snorted as she wrote the words. Back on Earth? I would fucking show her what back on Earth would be about. My arm buried inside Drake’s chest and my fingers squeezing his heart until it burst in my fingers. Maybe I would get my fucking nails done for it.
“Why are we doing this?” Rebel complained lightly, her yellow pixie cut, apt considering her species, covered in ash and dust. Most afternoons I found her laying on her floor, her reasoning that her place was on the floor with the other pixies. Made sense to me… I guess? Who was I to judge?
“So we aren’t even more bored hanging in the yard or in that bullshit excuse of a training center,” June whispered her teeth biting down on her long fingers. Her pale silver hair was dipped in red on the ends much like her eyes. I’d heard she was a Dark Fae in heritage but I’d never confirmed. I didn’t ask about their lives before here much. It probably made me a shit friend but why talk about something we were probably never going to experience again?
I tuned out their conversation and arched back, shifting on Dimitri’s lap, his fingers gripping my hips and his now clean uniform rubbing against my own. It was hard to reconcile this dangerous man with the boy I had known before and I had always thought it was suspicious he ended up in this prison, but the more time I spent around here, the more I understood why he was put here. Although if I found out he was killing people for me I was going to be pissed as fuck. I mean… it was a bit sexy. I would still kill him though. Out of principle. I’m just saying I thought it was a bit fucking odd how many of the people that annoyed the shit out of me ended up dead.
I was trying to be a bit more upbeat as the day wore on because in moments of true doubt I had to remind myself that there was revenge to be had. That was enough to fuel my rage.
Stretching my arms, I met Dimitri’s burning dark eyes and shivered slightly. What would it be like to fuck him? The thought had crossed my mind often enough, especially when we fell asleep together at night, his cock unapologetically hard against me. I wanted his soulless eyes on me as he watched me cum on him.
“Alright,” The teacher chimed from the front of the room, “let’s get started.”
My eyes scanned past my purple eyed mage as the door opened and my chest froze. Oh man. This kid did not belong here was my first thought. I frowned trying to see if I was missing something about him. He was clearly a shifter. A hot as fuck shifter. Nearly 6’2 with reddish brown hair and white hot eyes that jumped around the room with curiosity and caution. The teacher pointed to the back and without understanding the social rules in place he came to sit in our section.
Instead of pretending to pay attention in class, I kept my gaze on him, inhaling the scent of forest wind and pine on his skin. He sat down and as he ran a hand through his hair and let out a tired exhale, he sniffed and turned immediately to look at me, his eyes alert and curious. I smirked slightly as his eyes crawled over me. When he finally met my gaze his throat let out a low sound.
“Hey,” He stated his voice soft and husky. Dimitri made a low dangerous noise as Milo offered the new guy a narrowed eyed gaze, I ignored both of them.
“Hey yourself,” I let my eyes purposefully flicker over him. I couldn’t help but feel like I knew this man. Or should know him. But shit, if I felt like I didn’t belong here. I had no idea what the fuck he was doing here.
“He’s yummy,” Rebel noted as I hid my smile at how he seemed to jump at realizing how intent her gaze was on him. Yeah, she was an odd one because her words really didn’t make it sound sexual like you would assume.
“I wonder what he tastes like,” June added almost dreamily. You know this was sounding very cannibalism-ish. The two of them continued but after another moment of looking at him, I turned my head back toward the front and leaned back into my possessive human, his lips pressed against my neck. I shivered at how hard he was underneath me and I wondered what he would do if I tilted my head back and kissed him.
All too soon my fantasies had to come to an end because the class was over. I stood, stretching, before I felt a tap on my shoulder that had me looking at the auburn haired man.
“What’s your name?” He asked his eyes far to warm and affectionate for Wicked Blaze. I wanted to absorb that warmth. I couldn’t help it. I had a fire that blazed inside of me and it wanted to consume and devour anything similar.
Instead of answering I stepped closer to him, gripped his chin and pulled him down slightly. I pressed my lips against his and tugged on his bottom lip, before he knew it, I was pulling away and out the door, having made my two boys furious no doubt. Still. I had been curious how he would taste and I hadn’t been wrong, he tasted like fucking sugar.
The hallways were cold and I could feel the others behind me as I walked toward the yard needing a bit of fresh air today. I pushed through the doors and into the cold barren sky that was littered with red ghostly figures. We had a normal table we sat at but today I walked past it and moved toward the long line of fences, my eyes staring upwards where every crimson colored face watched me. What would happen if I tried to get out? Would they kill me? Or could I find a way to kill them? How did you burn something that wasn’t solid?
I increased my speed, but then Dimitri’s hand was wrapped around my throat and his arm a vice around my waist, pulling me against him. My breathing quickened and I looked up at him as he watched me with need, heat, and understanding. I spoke quietly feeling a whiplash of panic, “I need out. I need to get the fuck out, Dimitri. Just let me try it.”
“I’m not letting you go on a fucking suicide mission,” He whispered and I looked up at the figures, one in particular. I knew I wasn’t supposed to be able to tell them apart… yet I could. This had been the one that had been at my cell. I swallowed as Dimitri pulled me back toward our table and I followed.
Yet my mind was set. That was it. I wasn’t positive what had changed today but I felt more fucking motivated than ever. I was going to get out and I was going to find Drake. He had thought sending me here would break me.
What a silly little man. All it had gotten him was placed on my list, top and center. I would gut him. My throat tightened thinking about how he had tortured my sister in front of me. My little fucking sister. No amount of healing could solve the dark magic he had tortured her with and I watched as the life drained out of her before he shipped me off here, my chains binding my magic. All because I wouldn’t do his bidding.
Someone should do him a favor and kill him before I got a hold of him. Once I did there was absolutely nothing that would stop me from absolutely tearing the man apart piece by piece.
Until then I would bide my time.
As I reached our normal table, I sat down on top of the wood surface and laid back closing my eyes. I needed to search this place for another way out. I had done it a million times before but this time I was willing to do a lot to get out. I couldn’t wait anymore. I couldn’t sit like a fucking target.
Because that was what I was. I may be the scariest thing here but eventually, there was going to be someone scarier. I wasn’t willing to risk that until my revenge was found. Dimitri ran a hand over my leg and I knew he would keep watch as I let my mind wander.
I trusted him to kill someone if need be. Plus, I had a feeling he enjoyed it.