Chapter 2: Spawn of Satan
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"What the hell, Knox !"
If there was someone I hated most in the world, Knox would definitely rank first. Proud, Ruthless and scheming, he infiltrated my heart, my home, my pack and my friends leaving me without a family, a mental health or a support system before I could figure out what was going on.
Just like his mother.
If hating him was a crime, I'd gladly take the punishment for my offense.
"Let me go!" I hissed, thrashing around in his hands that could very well be bands of reinforced steel.
Knox ignored me and opened the door to the driver's side, glaring coldly at Jax who only gave him an easy going grin. "Whaddup, Knox ?"
"Stay away from her, Morgenstein." They were just five words but the cold manner he had said it made even Jax, fearless and brave as he was, falter for a second.
Knox slammed the car door close and began dragging me along like a rag doll.
Jax, seemingly out of his trance, laughed good naturedly and I heard him holler. "I just passed by to say hello to my friend! That is NOT a crime!"
Idiot.
I could faintly hear Ryle laughing along with him, that f*****g traitor! He started the engine and zoomed off, betraying me for the second, third and hundredth time.
There goes my chance of freedom.
"Really, Elena? Vampires?!" He growled, shoving me against a wall and stepping into my personal space. "You've only just returned and you're already hanging out with them. Do I need to remind you what happened the last time you hung out with those selfish, opportunistic blood suckers?"
I remembered what happened the last time I had hung out with Jax. We partied hard at one of the nightclubs out of town and werewolf hunters had infiltrated the establishment.
Captured. I was captured and taken, dragged away to be tortured and experimented on like I was a rabid animal. I felt fear. So much fear from the memory of what I had gone through at the hunters' hands. I smoked to forget, to get rid of the constant anxiety, the prickling itchiness that made me want to look over my shoulders, expecting the worst at every point in time.
Knox grinned when he saw that his words had gotten to me. "So you remember, don't you? I was starting to think you had forgotten. Anderson would be pleased to hear about all of this. God knows he's itching to take you back to the training camps because it's looking like you need more sense beaten into you."
I turned pale at the thought of the training camps. A torture center for wayward werewolves that needed to be whipped into submission. Between the hunters and the trainers, I didn't know which was the greater evil.
It all started three months ago. After I ventured outside our designated territories with Jax and his friends, the hunters tracked us down and tried to capture us. The others managed to escape, leaving me behind and I was in the clutches of the hunters for at least a week before my father organized a rescue mission to get me back.
To 'teach me a lesson', Anderson thought that the best thing to do for his daughter still recovering from the horrors of the hunters was to throw her into one of the training camps. I had remained there for a month, languishing and counting my days until his assistant/w***e/wife showed up one Thursday afternoon.
Delilah hated me and she didn't care that I knew she hated me.
Her first words had been; "Anderson said that if you keep hanging out with those bloodsuckers, he won't care about you. You're going to end up in trouble again, sooner or later and this time, he won't lift a finger to help."
I had been furious at the time and retorted, "I don't need your help. I can take care of myself."
Frankly, I was at my wit's end. The ordeal lasted for half a month until Anderson finally intervened and had me released from the training camps.
To be honest, I believed that he couldn't just wait to be done with me. To toss me away and dust his hands.
I wiped my tears and glared angrily at Knox. "What do you want from me?! You've already taken everything! I've already lost everyone!-"
"Oh, Elena," he purred, stepping so close to me, I could taste his spicy scent of cardamom and blood orange. A lethal, intoxicating scent that smelled too much like home once upon a time. "This is merely the beginning."
He touched my chin, cold fingertips traced my jaw. "I want everything. Everything you have to give. I want you alone and hopeless and writhing and sobbing because your pain is all I have appetite for. I want to see you break, Elena. Shatter completely. Your body, your mind, your heart and your soul. Then, will I leave you alone." He emphasized, dark eyes gleaming.
I sniffed and wiped my tears, hating myself. I hated how he got under my skin. How he said the right words to make me crack and break.
I came back to see that Anderson had married Delilah. That Knox was now my stepbrother. He had been transferred to Blood Bane high and in a few short weeks had become popular. Being the son of the most ruthless, blood thirsty rogue alphas of all time was definitely a bonus. He was magnetic. His power and dominance oozing from his pores.
I had always been the weird girl, the outcast, but even then, I had friends.
I came back to see that Knox had not just taken them but had made them turn against me. His twisted vendetta against me was something only I could see. To everyone else, he was the cold hearted prince. To me, he was a hot blooded beast.
I glared at him with malice. "Y- you're just jealous that I- still have friends."
"Jealous?" He chuckled with dark mirth. "I'm jealous of an ugly, insecure, immature, whiny brat? I don't think so, sweetheart."
I snapped back at him, "You're the worst brother any girl could ever ask for!"
He grinned darkly at my reaction, "it's a good thing you're not my real sister, anyway."
I glared at him. I was so angry that I could have chopped him up and fed him to our guard dogs, except it would only make me more of an outcast in the community.
I shoved him off of me and tried to walk away but he grabbed my hand and pushed me against the wall again, my hands coming up to slap against the wall just in time.
He pressed into my back, heat and electric warmth pouring out of him as I struggled to get away from him.
He wrapped his hand around my hair, pulling hard until my chin jerked up and then he whispered coldly into my ear. "You ever try to walk away from me when I'm talking to you, and I will teach you a lesson you will never forget."
He stepped away from me, releasing me from his hold and my traitorous body shivered at the loss of his warmth. But before I could dwell on it, he was tugging on to me and dragging me in the direction of his car, a sleek black Mercedes, courtesy of my father.
"Get in," he snapped, shoving me inside.
I hated the fact that he had control over my life. That I could never win a fight or argument with him.
I used to have a driver pick me up and drop me off at school, but here I was, playing passenger princess in Knox's car that smelled like him.
Ugh.
Neither of us spoke to each other. Eventually, we arrived at our destination and walked into the house in silence.
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