Locked Away Lycan

Chapter 8

I can't decide if I'm enjoying being out of that hell hole prison or wishing I was still locked up. Being about to roam freely inside a house and outside in the sun and moonlight is amazing but f*****g annoying. Every time I take one step out the door I notice Elijah following right behind me watching my every move, and the guy irks me so much and purposely tries to get under my skin. Mostly I stay inside just so I can be in a room by myself no having to worry about that d**k constantly hovering over me.

"What the f**k are you wearing?" Elijah growls when he sees me sitting on the couch in the living room. Looking down at my outfit my brows furrow not understanding what he's upset about.

"It's called a low cut crop top I think and shorts."

He huffs in aggravation. "You've adapted to wearing modern clothing with no problem." I roll my eyes, in movies I've seen girls wearing much less than this and when in prison I just mainly wore a tank top and underwear not liking the stiff ugly orange jumpsuit, if I think back the first day we saw each other when I was fighting the guards I was only in a tank top and panties and he didn't comment on it. Maybe he was too focused on the fight to care.

"What's your problem? It's not like I'm running around naked and aren't you the one who bought the clothes?"

"No I didn't buy them but maybe I should have so you wouldn't look like a prostitute." Male wolves have always been a mystery to me, once Jared went all Godzilla cause I was wearing a dress that went a little past my knees and was halter top style, makes me wonder what he'd think of today's clothing. Also we are the only two on the property so it's like anyone can see me so I don't know what he's all worked up about.

Eyeing Elijah's outfit I smirk. "Well if I remember correctly fifty years ago men didn't wear skinny jeans and v-necks they wore nice button ups and slacks, well there was that whole greaser phase sixty or seventy years ago but still completely different from what's normal now." His eyes twinkle at the mention of that decade.

"You know I went through the greaser phase, a nice ugly pompadour, leather jacket, and either always wearing a white t-shirt or tank top well back then they called it a wife beater." I scowl at that, I never was a fan of that style and neither was my family. Those kind of guys were usually the stereotypical trouble makers, myself at the time was more of the pin up style never a poodle skirt girl.

"Anyway, what are you watching?" He walks into the room and plops down a chair making sure he's not too close to me but not too far either.

Popping popcorn into my mouth I reply. "A Clockwork Orange." I smirk making him groan, he's been trying to filter out all movies and shows that have violence but to my luck he missed a few. Due to it's age it's not gory but still violent, I was going nuts not having any form of violence so it was like a blessing to find a violent movie.

"Maybe I should try the brainwashing technique in this movie on you." I growl at him for saying that, if he tries something like that I'll for sure kill him without a second thought, I'd get him in his sleep since he's more powerful than me. "Growl and snarl all you want cause you don't scare me, don't forget I'm a bigger badder wolf." He taunts with a cocky grin.

Just then a knock sounds interrupting our conversation. My head whips in the direction of the door hiding a sadistic grin, in a flash Elijah jumps up plunging a syringe into my leg, it's the energy draining stuff I'm very used to being injected with. Letting out a snarl my claws extend then quickly swipe at him, smirking he moves his face out of the way when the sharp nails almost make contact with his cheek. Another knock sounds and Elijah rushes to the door flinging it open. A tall brown headed guy walks in, I immediately recognize him as the guy who drove the vehicle when I was busted out of prison. His eyes land on me widening to the size of saucers, with my still clawed hand I give him a small wave with a wicked smile making him pale a little.

"What the f**k are you doing here?! You know it's not safe for you." Elijah grits out not so subtly gesturing his head in my direction. Brown hair tears his gaze off me to look at his leader who seems very pissed off at the sudden appearance.

Brown hair sighs. "Nobody has heard from you in about a week so needed to check on how things are going here and there's also something that needs to be discussed." I growl at him when his eyes flicker to me. Getting off the couch I stalk towards the two lycans eyes on the brown head like he's my prey. Elijah narrows his grey orbs wondering what I'm plotting.

"There's something I'm very curious about." I state looking the strange lycan up and down with a fake look of curiosity on my face.

"Crystal back down." Elijah commands with a growl I fight off the urge to submit to his command, the hidden threat in his words makes me want to laugh in his face.

Giving him sad eyes I reply to him. "Didn't you just inject with an energy drainer? It's not like I can attack, even if I tried you'd be able to pin me down as easily as taking down the weakest of werewolves."

Brown hair decides to interject before Elijah has a chance to speak. "I'll satisfy your curiosity just because I'm curious as well as to what you want."

Before Elijah can protest a laugh leaves me as I lunge at brown hair, his brown eyes widen in horror at the sudden action seemingly not expecting my attack. Using his surprise to my advantage I tackle him to the ground. As he hits the hard floor he quickly flips us over so he's on top baring his canines at me in warning, letting out chuckle not the least bit intimidated by him I use all the speed I can to dig my claws deep into his chest, a yelp leaves him as pain flashes in his brown eyes. Then I use my legs to knee him in the crotch, letting out a groan he grabs himself quickly rolling off me, before I'm able to get on top of him strong arms wrap around me pulling me off the ground and away from the injured lycan. I snarl at Elijah for interfering he snarls back showing his canines and letting all his power radiate off him, by instinct I freeze at the amount of power and whimper, nobody can stand up to the lycan leader when he release his strong aura, honestly it's surprising I'm not cowering in fear.

"I've warned you about bad behavior." Elijah's eyes turn gold as he grits out the words.

In one swift motion I'm thrown over his shoulder like a rag doll as he angrily storms in the direction of the stairs. Mad that he's taking me somewhere completely ruining what little fun I had I start fighting him by thrashing around even clawing his back a few times, he somehow doesn't falter in his step or even makes a noise. As my room gets closer I bite down as hard as I can on his chiseled shoulder my mouth filling with the delicious metallic taste of blood, once again he acts as if he can't feel a thing. Suddenly my mouth is ripped off his shoulder as I'm sent flying through the air then landing on my bed, a fuming Elijah stands in the door frame disappointment of my behavior clear in his eyes. Getting off the bed I rush towards him, he hurriedly pulls something out of his pocket pressing a button on it. To my surprise bars start coming from the top of the door frame reaching the floor at a fast pace. When I make it to Elijah the bars have already hit the floor caging me in the room, he takes a couple steps back as I reach both arms out of the bars in an attempt to scratch him.

"You've been a good girl for the most part, I was thinking of rewarding you in some way but now you're locked in this room til I decide to let you out. You have to be punished for attacking someone." With that said he turns on his heel walking off not even glancing back as I let out a rage filled roar banging on the bars trying to break them.

Pacing the room back and forth I feel like a caged tiger I replay the attack on brown hair in my head over and over trying to determine whether the injection Elijah gave me was weaker than what the prison gave me or if I'm finally starting to build up a tolerance to it. There's no way I should've been able to move that fast with that horrid liquid in my veins. I pause in my steps as a thought occurs to me, what if it's close to time for the witch spell to wear off meaning my lycan is close to being able to come out? Ha ha! If that's the case then I'll be able to put up more of a fight with that arrogant leader, I can't win against him in a fight but I'll at least be able to injure him hopefully giving me enough time to run off, if there truly is a chip in me that will cause extreme pain if I leave the area I'll suffer through it til I'm able to disable or dig it out.

'I don't like mate hurt....'

I stiffen at the voice of my lycan, she never really talks anymore just laughs, growls and show me images she imagines of slaughtering someone.

"What the hell do you mean you don't like him hurt? Just a few days ago you were ready to rip his f*****g throat out! Don't you dare call him mate either, he's not my mate! Jared is the only being I will ever acknowledge as a mate and he's dead!" I shout at her.

'Yes our Jared is gone but for some reason we were given a second mate and whether you like it or not we are stuck with him for the rest of our immortal life, plus his lycan made a promise to me.'

I snort at that, she wanted nothing to do with him before then all of a sudden she talks to me because he made sort of promise, I never thought my lycan was the least bit stupid til now. "What kind of promise can make you show your belly like a common dog?" I spat making her growl at the insult.

'Being a leader means he gets tons of prisoners especially rogues, rogues may leave us lycans alone for the most part but due to his position that's higher than the council's he gets to deal with most prisoners.' My interest is peaked. 'If we behave then we get to torture prisoners and kill them, don't you remember the ecstasy of long drawn out deaths and all the different ways to slowly and painfully torture someone?'

My eyes rolls, that's not too different from what the werewolf king offered but so far being here I've had plenty of freedom unlike what that disgusting king would've given me. Groaning in frustration I temporarily give in to the idea of trying to not harm anyone for the moment and act like a good girl. I'd go years at a time in prison not being able to harm someone so guess it won't hurt to try to hold myself back for a little while.

I'm starting to wonder if it was a bad idea to attack brown hair, being locked in this room seems worse than being in a cell. I had free roam for a week and my actions caused that to be ripped right out from under me, I thought Elijah was just giving me empty threats but guess not. All I've been able to do for the past few hours is stare at the oh so interesting ceiling, that lycan bastard turned off every kind of electronic in my room from somewhere else in the house. My 'mate' was smart enough to not have any books or anything hobby related put in my room so I'll suffer from complete boredom, me and boredom is not a good thing, it just gives me time to think and those thoughts are either darker than the worst nightmare one could have or it's depressing thoughts of my time with my family and Jared.

The always present void in my heart painfully aches, thanks to my lycan mentioning mates as well as having nothing to do but think all my sorrow from the day Jared died is coming out. A sudden cold chill seeps deep into my bones as the memory of clinging to my mate before he died plays in my head, curling up in a small ball in the middle of the bed I whimper while clutching my chest while my other hand touches the spot where my mark used to be. Why did such an amazing wolf have to die? We were so happy together, everyday I would wake up to a bouquet of flowers next to my bed with a sweet love note, we ran through the forest carefree having fun teasing and playing like giddy teenagers and at night we would sometimes lay in a meadow staring up at the stars cuddled up together. It's not long til my whimpers turn into heart wrenching sobs that shake through my entire body, no matter how hard I try I can't muffle the awful cries the pain of my broken heart is just too much to quietly bare.

A clanging sounds out from behind me interrupting the silence of the room aside from my cries, too depressed to care about it I completely ignore the sound as I continue sobbing and shaking. The bed then slowly dips beside me startling me a little, barely turning my head I look through puffy blurry eyes to see a very worried and sad Elijah next to me. I turn away from him hating that someone is seeing me in my most vulnerable and shameful state, especially when it's someone I always feel like ripping their throat out. Warmth shoots through me as Elijah's strong arms wrap around me pulling me close to him in desperate need to comfort his mate. To see our mate sad is one of the most horrible feelings but it's worse if you have no clue what they are upset about so Elijah is suffering as well as me but his suffering can't compare to mine.

As if someone has taken over my body I turn around and snake my arms around Elijah's waist nuzzling my tear covered face into his shirt searching for some sort of comfort. Taking this as a good sign he pulls me even closer to him then begins to stroke my long hair in a soothing manner. My lycan is confused on what to do, she doesn't know whether to continue mourning our lost mate or try to be okay cause our new mate is here and showing he cares, nobody has ever cared about us in sixty years.

I don't know how long we stay like that, it could've been minutes or hours before I finally calmed down enough that the tears stop falling. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?" Elijah's voice is low and soft like he's speaking to a fragile little girl he doesn't want to scare off.

Pulling my face off his chest I reply my pain evident in my voice. "It's not good to leave me in a room alone with nothing to do, my thoughts aren't good and they take me to the darkest recesses of my mind."

"It'll help if you talk about it." He starts rubbing my back trying to keep me calm and letting me he's willing to listen to whatever I have to say.

For some reason words just flow out of my mouth. "Jared's death was on repeat in my mind." My hands clutch his shirt tightly around his waist. "Seeing your injured mate bleed out and die right before your eyes is something you can't even begin to imagine there aren't words to describe the sorrow of it." Elijah then moves our positions so he's laying down with an arm under me while I'm partly on his chest with one arm around his stomach my other arm is near the hem of his shirt where I unconsciously roll the fabric between my fingers. "When he took his last breath I literally felt my soul rip apart."

"If you were to try to accept me I could help you heal. You'll forever have the pain of losing a mate but maybe having another one will lessen it over time and give you the happiness you once had." I stay quiet thinking his words over, it sounds logical but he doesn't know the feelings I went through and still go through. Also living half my life with uncontrollable blood lust and a snarling beast in my head makes it seem not the least bit possible for my pain to ever ease up even if I did have another mate who tries to care or love me.

I look up at him and meet his sad grey orbs. "I don't know if I can accept another, if you went through what I did you'd feel the same." I bluntly state making him sigh.

"You have all the time in the world to try to open yourself up to having another mate and I will give you the time you need even if it's more than a hundred years." I say nothing, it's a pointless conversation to have. We lay in silence for a few minutes til it's broken by Elijah. "Kyle is determined to stay a few days here, I can't decide if I should leave you locked up or not, there's a huge possibility if you go near him you'll just attack again."

I lowly growl. "Right leave me caged in here just like the prisoner I was so I can spend another day in despair due to my horrible thoughts."

His lips purse. "Maybe I'll be able to figure something out, a way to calm you down or satisfy a little of your blood lust. You know that I don't want to keep you locked up but I will do what I must to keep people safe from you." He simply states. Even though he's been comforting me for who knows how long he's already back to pissing me off.