PREDATOR BRIDE

Something Is Wrong

Melissa POV

It wasn't just a set-up but a planned one. Her voice still echoes. Wait…. I was shot… so who's talking and thinking? I'm dead right?

“ Yes. You're dead!” a tiny voice said. “ But it seems you've a chance!” the voice muttered.

“ You've got to avenge me! Kill those who made me bleed!” the voice screamed –

“ Who are you?” I asked.

“ I'm you and you're me. We bore Melissa and we age together!” the voice replied.

“ They all killed my mom and me. Melissa you're taking….” the tiny voice faded… with the last word… ‘taking’.

I knew something was wrong. But what's it? I felt cold suddenly, like someone was choking me.

“ You wrench, you've to die– die. Death seeks you… I hate you!” the voice keeps getting louder.

“ Argh… is she dead?... Why isn't she responding?... Melissa– Melissa…. Melissa get the f**k up from that bed you tiny little witch!” The voice was so bitter.

Too bitter that I struggled to break free from the shadows. A faint spark of consciousness flickered to life.

I tried to open my eyes, but they felt heavy, as if they were weighed down by an invisible force.

My mind was a jumble of fragmented memories, but one thing was clear: I wasn't in my own body.

I strained to move, to twitch my fingers or toes, but my limbs felt foreign, unresponsive. Panic set in as I realized I was trapped. Stuck in a strange, new flesh.

“ What's happening? Who am I ?,"I thought, but suddenly, my eyes snapped open. The world around me came into focus, blurry at first, but sharpening quickly.

I saw the unfamiliar surroundings, a room too tiny to be mine. The ceiling was full with web, like it being long the room got cleaned. A wave of dizziness washed over me, followed by a rush of memories that wasn't mine.

“ Brother Casper is mine. Who are you to think you can take him from me?”

“ Your mother is in the pit of hell for the evil she did. And that place is gonna be yours very soon!”

This body isn't mine!. It stirred, taking a deep breath. My heart began to beat stronger, pumping life into my veins.

I sat up, or rather, this body sat up. And I felt a wave of disconnection, as if someone was observing me.

My gazes fell upon my hand, and really it wasn't my hands, there weren't calluses. The fingers were shorter, the skin paler.

“ What really is going on? Something is wrong here! Where is this?”. Confusion and fear courses through me. Followed by a sense of determination.

“This body isn't mine. But it seems the former inhabitant went through something!”

The body's too wiry for my liking. Flat chest, no flesh. Pale skin. Seems like fate decided to give me a chance. I would learn to control this new body, to make it mine.

As I looked around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, I knew that my journey had begun. I was reborn, and I would rise again, stronger and more powerful than before!.

But there's something else, who's these two peacocks dressed in what?….

The female that looks younger caught my attention.

“ Ahhhhh….. mama…. The witch is awake! She's finally awake!” the younger lady said, she was dressed in a pink princess gown. With a diamond necklace adored in her neck, glittery pink heels. Her curly hair tinted with a pink colour. Her makeup is too heavy for a young girl her age.

“ What's wrong my princess? Don't scream. Do you want your voice to get cracked because of that haggard girl?” The older one said, her voice shriek and high.

“ Mama, she gave me a scare… What if brother Casper found me ugly because of her. I don't want her to spoil the relationship I just started having with brother Casper!” the young lady whined.

Ah, it's a mother and daughter pair.

“Oh dear… Don't worry. Casper loves you! He can't love the daughter of a b***h. Don't worry I'll send her away.. mm. You just get yourself ready– okay?” the mother said. Her hands gently rubbed her daughter's shoulder.

“ You! What're you still doing here? Have you done the dirty dishes? Didn't I say, no rest for you? What're you doing resting? Don't let me beat the living hell outta you!” the mother said, as she raised her hands to slap the wiry girl but….

“ Who are you?” I asked, my voice cold and unfeeling.

“ Who am I ? It seems the fall really got you hard Melissa! You now dare talk to me!” The mother screamed.

“ Oh… she fell!” I muttered

“ Mommy, let's just go with the plan. Her face is so disgusting! What if brother Casper sees her and falls in love with her again? What should I do?” the younger one whined.

Now, What's really going on here? Who's Casper and who's these two peacocks dressed in designer clothes?

“ Amber, I've told you time with numbers that she isn't beautiful. Don't you see the birthmark on her face? Which man will ever love a lady with marks?” The mother said.

“ But still mama, she was beautiful.” Amber muddle.

Wait wait…. Birthmark?... On what face?..

“ Hmmm… Ma’am… What birthmark are you talking about?” I asked, and that drew the attention of both women.

“ It's ma for you Melissa. You've to call me Mrs Pearson” her voice is shrill and sweet–coated.

“ But you're not my mom!” I screamed

Wait what mom?... I don't have parents!

“ Shut it b***h…. Like a mother like a daughter…. Your mother is called a Blackburn for a reason. She doesn't belong to the Pearson family!. And you, you don't belong here… In the elite world– and that's why I decided to give you out. At most you could be of help to the family by being sold for a good pay!” The woman replied– but her response isn't even up to my taste. And who's being sold ?

“ Edward! come in and tie this pig up. The master is already dressed. We don't want to get late for the party– And find out the location of that man and drop her there… But not without drugging her!” The woman muttered as she walked away from the tiny room.

A man dressed in a suit walked in, his face struck with no smile. He must be a butler.

“ Yes, mistress. And Mr Salvador's location is already spotted. But if the miss is dropped in his bar, how do we collect the payment you requested?” The butler said, his head bowing.

“ They already sent the money, you just have to drop her there. The company needs that money, so I don't see any reason why I shouldn't give out the cow that I've been feeding” With that, the mother and daughter walked out.

But was she referring to me as a cow?

“ I'm sorry miss, but this has to be done!” the butler said.

His words were the last thing I heard before I blanked out.

Sold– She was sold!