Marked on Christmas

Chapter Three

BIBIANCA'S POV

I woke up in a strange large room. I couldn't feel my limbs, only my eyes rolled on the ceiling of the room, as I assimilated the aches, both physically and emotionally. The events that happened in the pack's hall played in my head, again. Tears built in my eyes as I remembered when Calsey took Lucas' hand. I felt defeated, I dropped myself back into the couch.

I had replenished the sleep I lost last night, but the energy tank is still low. Thank moon goddess the man who saved me came when he did, else I can't even think of what would have happened.

The thoughts of my next line of action jumped into my head, I had never planned for this, I never saw myself here, two years since my parents died, life had never been as confusing, most especially, about the man who would have protected me, rejected me, and accused me of high treason offence.

A knock on the tampared glass door of the room drifted me back to reality. A young lady, with black hair that draped over her shoulders, on a seven cm high heel stood there, hugging two big bags and holding one with the free hand. My eyes were widened, as I held the door slantly open. She probably is.... I couldn't remember his name, and I gave up trying to find it.

"Hey, Adrian asked me to bring this." She thrusted her body towards me. Still in awe, I collected the bags slowly, waiting for her to finish. "I guess they are for you. You mind if I help try them?" She said after some moments of staring at each other.

I widened the door, and shifted for her to get in. Her heels clashed on the tiled floor, her musky oud perfume's fragrance took over the room. I just followed slowly behind her.

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Lisa, Adrian's secretary."

Yeah, Adrian. That's his name, hoping I don't forget it again. Probably she understood my cold countenance. "Bibianca. My name is Bibianca." I mumbled. Her composure made me feel less of myself, her dress was exquisite, I felt ashamed of the rough gown of a rough wedding that covered my underwears.

I sat beside her, as we npacked the clothes, shoes, and accessories. I tried them one after the other. She'd help me zip up the gowns, and adjusts some outfits when I didn't know how to fix them. I love dressing up, the fun at the moment dispelled the hurts in my head.

"Oh my!" Lisa quickly jumped from her sitting position to help me find my feet as I staggered on the long heels. We both laughed, I don't know why she laughed, but personally, the laugh took out the embarrassment I would have felt, coupled with Lisa had just been making funny comments, and telling me her first trials on cloths similar to what ever I tried.

"So are you his sister?" Lisa asked out of no where.

I wasn't looking at her face, and I'm not planning to. I froze at where I stood, and my heart sank. I fumbled with the cloths on the bed, finding an answer. "Yeeesss, I'm his sister." I lied. "Not really his sister." I didn't even know what I would say, but I can't tell her I'm just a stranger.

The evening breeze blew over my face, the city was filled with tiny decorating lights, humans moving up and about with big shopping bags. I leaned on the large pillar of the gate as Lisa hugged me and bent into the luxury cab. The humans had thick covering cloths, and jackets with head warmers. An SUV stopped in front of me and immediately, two men came out and jacked me into it.

I had no time to fix a face, nor struggle out from their gasp, it happened so quick I couldn't understand. My eyes and my mouth were covered instantenosly. They were all humans, except a strange scent that came from the front seat.

"How long did you think you'll run? Bibianca." The man from the front seat asked.

My heart paced faster, my fingers shivered behind me where my hands were bound. There's no running now, there's no escape. I hit the front of my toes as I went up the steps of the house. The hands were loosed, but my thing body was bound to the chair.

"What am I doing here?" My breath was husky, the fear heightened. "And who are you?" I tried to find a face, but the light had filled my eyes, I saw nothing else but brightness.

"You murderer, you are here for your execution." The voice of the man earlier brushed the back of his fingers on my cheeks.

I heard clashing sounds and distant wailing. The sound came closer. The scent was familiar, though not saved in my head. Right in the room where I stayed, there was a loud scream, then a bang on a cabinet.

"Moli." Adrian's voice called. I couldn't see him, but the voice, a growl. "What is this about?" He was closer, his oak scent rushed into my nostrils, and my strength came alive.

"I'm her executioner, Adrian. Glad to welcome you." A mocking laugh accompanied his heavy voice.

"I'm not here for your games. She's mine, and I'm going with her. Disgusting that you made a team with... humans, how weak you have become."

"She's a traitor Adrian."

"But she's mine." He yelled. "I need her NOW."

I knew better than say a word at that time, whoever Adrian is, he is not ordinary. Moli losed the band that bound me to the chair, I ran immediately to Adrian like a little baby to her mother. I wrapped my hands around him, my head rested on his chest as the heavy tears came running down

"Moli, I don't want to have this conversation again." His voice roared in his chest.

The ride home was quiet, my face was at window closer to me, I thought of the many things that could have happened if Adrian didn't show up. This, why is he always showing up when I'm scared? Why didn't he show up at the hall?

'she is mine.' his voice echoed in my head. What did he mean? I couldn't get to ask him even when I wanted to. When I turned to look at his face, he wore a frown.

"Thank you." I said softly, my voice almost a whisper. "I don't know what they'd have done."

He just passed a glance at me, then a faint smile, and returned his stare to the road ahead.

He went ahead of me into the mansion's living room, his pace was large, not minding if I was behind him, he almost banged the door on my face. I needed to be sure, whatever he was angry about, he wouldn't be thinking of me as a murderer.

"I didn't kill anyone, I'm not a murderer." I felt the need to be heard, no one has let me speak about this since I was accused.

"I don't care." He ran back down the steps of the stairs. "You know what?" His forehead almost hitting mine, his eyes wide. "I don't give a f**k about you, just watch your f*****g back."

I was speechless, more afraid, listening to my heart race as his annoyed voice ran through my head. I couldn't move any part of me, until he ran back into the stairs.