Unknown Witch

Kidnapping

Katsiya POV

My heart was pounding as I twisted my body around the trees. My blood boiling with anger and rage. My feet breaking with every step i took towards my old life. Finally. I collapsed in the middle of a field happiness overtaking my body. The city was only a field away. I stood up rubbing my bloody hands on the white silk. Not a grand idea but the best currently. I forced my feet to keep going at least until I got to the town square. The dusty streets of the city and the colourless houses sent chills down my spine. A few people that did passed me gave me weird looks but didn't say anything. A few minutes later there i was. The town square wasn't any different from the hollow streets. There was an old fountain in the middle but no water running. An angel with a spear in his back, the little wings nearly torn of, was in the centre of the dried out fountain. A few roses surrounded the statue, all dead. I looked around and no sooner than a few looks i spotted the taxi stand. I waved a driver and sat in the back as he pulled over. 

"To the airport." My voice shaky but calm.

We arrived and i started toward the security check station.

"Excuse me ma'am but could you please show me your ticket and passport?" a guard asked.

I turned to him and held out my hand just till it reached his hand. 

"Mio pilonge" i chanted the forgein language and his eyes turned white, "You will take me through the security and to the gates, make up whatever excuse so they will believe you." 

He did what he was told and soon i was sitting on an aeroplane to New York. 

Rogan POV:

"You can't be serious Del! One escaped?!" I shouted and the room shook.

"Okay now firstly it isn’t my fault the Alaska on duty guards just passed the incident news to me. They said one of our prisoners escaped. It's a she and she's a witch from what they know. She's been there for 45 years and has escaped through the window in her cell." Del explained.

"Well how the f**k could she have escaped if the windows have bars?" Connor asked all the sudden.

"The prick stole scissors and took them apart. The fact that the bars were so rusted she didn't have any problems with pushing them apart. Got to say she's smart." 

"We can't let her walk free. She'll tell someone and there goes our glory. Where is she now?" Gabriel stated and he was right. 

"The last they saw her she was on an airport on her way to NY. Who's driving?" Del asked.

An hour later we arrived. The port was packed with tourists and natives. How the hell are we ever going to figure out who she is? We waited and waited till the mechanic voice announced the plane from Alaska arrived. We all stood up, ready to take her on any time she walked through the door. But she didn't. Not for a long time. Then finally after all the passengers went a woman stepped through the door. The white wavy long hair was messed up and bloody. Her tiny figure curvy wrapped in a white dress. Her black eyes hollow. Her legs were strong and dirty. She was barefoot. Then like in slow-motion her smell hit me. Lavenders with a peck of roses but it was covered by sweat and dirt. I immediately was sure of two things. She was most definitely the prisoner on the run. And she was most definitely my and the others mate. 

"Mine" I growled and moved forward with lightning speed racing to get to her. The others seemed to finally snap out of the daze and started toward her as well. But before I reached her my head filled with non existing pain. I fell to my knees gripping my head. I looked up at her and found her hand stretched out, fingers like claws. 

"I'm not anybody’s." her voice had a Russian accent no doubt. 

The pain was growing but then all the sudden it stopped. I looked and found her laying in Gabriels arms unconscious 

"Well lets get going." he announced and started for the door.