Awakening The Goddess: Book II

Chapter 6: 4357: Part II

Derion

I want to kill all of them. Every single one of them deserves to die. It could all be so easy and I could make it happen before anyone even noticed. How f*****g dare they treat my mate like some kind of sideshow? How dare they treat anyone like this for that matter? That girl is fourteen, barely a teenager and this grown-ass man has been having his way with her and no one has said a word to stop it. These people disgust me. 

I could feel my temperature rising, but there was a different heat seeping into me that fueled my fire. I caught a glimpse of Eriana and her nostrils were flared and her eyes were lowered. I could see the tightness in her jaw as she clenched it and her posture was ready for a fight. She looks beautiful as she stands up to her family, her righteous anger guiding her. Her anger fueled my bloodlust and it took every bit of restraint I could muster to not rip through this crowd. 

They didn’t deserve her kindness and they definitely didn’t deserve her love. I looked at every face in the crowd, they would be so easy to control. Maybe I should make them kill each other instead, that would be fun to watch. No, I’m only here for the one who hurt her, the rest… well, we’ll see how I feel afterward. 

An older couple made their way through the crowd and I could only assume they were Eriana’s parents, the resemblance was slight, but it was there. I didn’t pay much attention to their conversation because I wanted to keep an eye on the crowd around us. I tuned in and out while she and her mother exchanged words. As long as she kept her hands to herself, I would let Eriana handle this herself. I wasn’t one to put my hands on a woman, but if any of them tried to hurt her, I wouldn’t hesitate to rip them apart. Luckily, Ash was here for just that reason. 

I was growing bored with this little spat between Eriana and her mother until she charged towards Eriana in a threatening manner. I moved in front of her, catching the woman’s hand before she could even get close to Eriana, and pushed her backward. I felt her bones crack under my grip and I can’t lie, it was incredibly satisfying. 

“Don’t f*****g touch her,” I snarled as Jordan threatened to force his way out. There were too many conflicting entities vying for dominance and it was really starting to take a toll on me. Now wasn’t the time to deal with it though, I had to make sure I stayed in control, or else I might expose myself to a bunch of humans and we’re already going to have enough problems when this piece of s**t Sylvester showed his face.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” The old man yelled as he charged towards me. I almost laughed out loud as this frail ass old man raged towards me as if he could ever do a thing to harm me. His fist landed squarely in my stomach and I’ve been hit by children harder than this. The way his face dropped when he realized he did zero damage made me want to get my lick back and show him what a real punch felt like. 

“If you’re done then?” I asked, holding back the laughter that threatened to spill from me. I turned away from him and addressed the crowd of stunned onlookers who were talking amongst themselves trying to figure out who I am. 

“Where is Sylvester?” I asked, growing impatient. Either one of them would die, or all of them would. It didn’t make a bit of difference to me but I knew Eriana probably didn’t want her entire family slaughtered today. 

I smirked as Eriana called them out before she called for her aunt and the pedo to come out of the house. As the longing for the thrilling sensation of blood against my flesh surged I could hear Sylvester’s heart beating from inside the house. He was foolishly calm and unafraid as he moved about inside. 

The closer he moved to me, the more my body ached to spill his blood. The bloodlust was so intense that it made my entire body itch with anticipation. As the door swung open and slammed against the side of the house all of my senses were heightened. The moment I saw his face I imagined killing him a hundred times over. 

He reeked of alcohol and newports and the fact that there were people defending him after everything he’s done would make killing him that much more satisfying. I focused on Sylvester while Eriana went back and forth with her aunt. I stood there patiently and waited for the perfect moment. I didn’t have to wait long, because the moment he opened his mouth, I lost all control. 

The fact that he would stand here in my mate’s face and say she enjoyed being violated by him made me more sure than I’d ever been about killing him. When my fist connected with his face, I heard a satisfying crunch as his nose broke. He instantly fell to the ground and I followed right behind him, pummeling my fist into his face. 

The feeling of this warm blood on my skin was euphoric and I wanted more, I needed more. I couldn’t control myself and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I wanted to bask in the feeling of his life slipping away from him. The more blood that splashed onto me, the more I pounded into him mercilessly. I could feel the darkness creeping up my spine, being fueled by my violence and rage but I couldn’t care less. 

I lost myself in a frenzy of blows until there were no more solid facial features to punch. The squelch of the soft tissue that I could only assume was his brain under my fist brought me back to my senses. I hadn’t even heard the police sirens approaching until I was being pulled off of his lifeless body and handcuffed. 

I looked at my handiwork and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. It was astonishing. He was so calm and confident just a few minutes ago and now look at him...dead. I looked up and saw Eriana walking out of the house and I could tell she’d been crying. I know this must have been hard on her but I hope she’d be happy with what I did. I did all of this for her and if she wanted me to kill the rest of them, I would happily do so. She looked over at his broken body and nodded at me, giving me the approval that I craved. 

“You’re going to want to uncuff him,” I heard Micah say from behind me. His power of persuasion was phenomenal and honestly, a little scary. I turned and looked down at the two officers who were clearly confused.

“Uh, yeah, no. He just killed a man in broad daylight. We can’t just let him go,” one officer responded. 

“Well, that man is a rapist and a pedophile. He raped a fourteen-year-old today and no one else here has done anything about it,” I replied. I could have easily burst out of these flimsy cuffs but I didn’t really feel like being shot and I didn’t want to put anyone else in danger, especially Eriana. 

“Oh, well…,” the other officer responded as he scratched his head. 

“I wasn’t asking,” Micah replied, his eyes changing colors. “Uncuff him and apologize for inconveniencing him.” 

I turned around and they followed the orders given by Micah. They didn’t say another word the entire time until they apologized. 

“Call the coroner and get him out of the street. I don’t want any of the other kids around here to see this,” I said as I watched Eriana address her family again, this time a few of them stepped out of the crowd and stood behind her. She asked them if they needed to pack anything but they didn’t want to risk going back to their homes. Her parents were so angry, it looked like they were both going to blow a fuse while her aunt wailed over this no-good, piece of s**t on the ground. I should kill them right now, but they’d get what they deserved soon.

A few moments later, Mae and Eriana’s parents were handcuffed and taken into custody, but they wouldn’t be going to jail. They’d sit in my prison until I decided to end their lives. I only hoped my Sunshine supported me in that decision. If not, I’d just beg for her forgiveness later. 

The silent crowd quickly turned into an angry mob but if they thought they were going to come for my mate and those who are asking for our protection, they’re going to have a really bad time today. I walked over and stood behind her and they all immediately fell silent, the scent of their fear crept into my nose and I inhaled it deeply. When mixed with Eriana’s warm caramel scent, it was magnificent. 

“Nah, keep talking all that s**t so I can f**k all y’all up, too,” I said cooly. “They’re coming with us and there’s nothing any of you b***h ass motherfuckers can do about it. Now, get the f**k out of here before I change my mind about letting y’all live.” We stood there for a moment longer while the crowd started to disperse. A couple more kids were walking away slowly as if they were contemplating whether they wanted to leave or not. 

Eriana called out to them and they came back over and I could smell their hesitation and fear. They stopped short of us and the way they cowered in front of me made me feel a way. They couldn’t have been more than a few years older than Karmyn if they weren’t the same age.

“Do you two want to come with us? It’s okay if you do, we’ll take care of you,” Eriana asked softly. They looked at each other and one of the girls whispered to the other one. 

“Is he going to hurt us, too?” The second girl asked as she looked at me and my heart sank. Her wide doe eyes were boring into my soul, trying to determine if I was worthy of their trust. I stepped back as she looked up at me, her eyes wide and fearful, but her fear didn’t make me feel powerful – it just made me feel like an asshole. These kids have probably been hurt by the people who were supposed to protect him and I let my bloodlust and rage be the first thing they saw. 

“Derion? No, he only hurts bad people,” she said with a smile and I wished that was true. I reminisced on days when I slaughtered innocent men, women, and children just to appease my bloodlust. I killed and fed off the fear and anger of people just because I could. I struggled every day to be better – for myself, for Eriana and our kids, for my pack but I fail constantly. 

“He’s a big teddy bear. I know he looks really scary right now, but Sylvester was a bad person and he hurt a lot of people,” she continued. The girls whispered between themselves again and they both walked over to me and slipped their hands in mine. I wanted to pull away from them, I was covered in blood and I didn’t want to stain their innocent hands, but they didn’t seem to care. Her other relatives were already in the second car waiting for us and I escorted them to our car. Ashlynn decided to ride with us and Mya was in the car with her sister.

“I should probably wash up,” I said as I looked at Eriana, a different type of lust filling me. I could see a small smile playing on her lips and Ash shook her head with a dramatic sigh. 

“I’ll watch them, just hurry up,” Ash huffed. I smiled at her and she rolled her eyes at me. I grabbed the duffel bag from the trunk and Eriana escorted me inside the small house. I felt too big for the door frame and when I stepped inside, the top of my head brushed the ceiling. 

“The bathroom is this way, she said as she led me to the back and let me walk in before her. When I stepped inside of the bathroom I was disgusted at the state and there was no way I would try to have s*x with Eriana in here. When she walked in behind me, she had the same reaction. I quickly washed my face and hands watching the blood run down the drain. What a waste. 

I changed into a clean shirt and a pair of basketball shorts before stuffing my bloody clothes into a plastic bag. I thought about burning this house down, but I didn’t want to risk setting fire to any of the other houses around so I decided I’d just buy it and have it demolished instead.

“You ready, Sunshine?” I asked Eriana when I found her standing in the middle of the living room looking at all the pictures on the wall. 

“Yeah,” she said as she took a few frames off the wall. She walked out of the house with me right on her heels. She didn’t even glance back again and I know she was more than happy to have this chapter of her life permanently closed. We pulled out of the driveway and hopefully we could the next three hours getting to know the girls in the backseat.

They were twelve and thirteen, luckily Sylvester hadn’t gotten to them, but their parents were drug addicts who couldn’t fight their disorders enough to care for their kids. I wouldn’t judge their parents too harshly because I know better so I just kept silent on the issue. I was more than happy to give them a home where they can go to school, have plenty of meals, a warm bed, and a house full of love. I hoped they would thrive in Silverwood.