Page 9 of Monster's Obsession
Muffled words echoed somewhere in the distance. I stilled, dread lingering in my chest like a burning flame threatening to encase me in infinite darkness. When the sound faded, I scanned the large room for another way out, realizing very quickly there wasn’t one.
It also happened to be the exact moment that a tremendous explosion boomed behind me, the door flying off its hinges and right past me, slamming into the wall.
With my heart in my throat, I whipped around to find Creed striding into the house with fire in his eyes. On his heels, Seven and Ash burst their way in, taking out a wall completely. The whole tower shook, dust falling over us from them ripping it apart in their entrance.
I was royally fucked. So I did the only thing I had left—I lunged at them, fangs and claws out.
We crashed in a thunderous battle that could easily topple over this building for good. The fight turned real nasty when all three piled on top of me, punches and kicks tearing into me.
I gave just as good as I took, biting flesh, tearing it, slamming my fist into faces and ribs. I had no idea where I started or ended, but I soon found myself outside. Creed stood over me, his fist coming down so unexpectedly and fast that when it collided with my face, my head flung back, smacking into the metal bridge we stood on.
Stars danced in my vision, pain ricocheting across my skull. I groaned, the world tilting on its axis around me. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged by a leg across the bridge, my body jostling, my head hitting every bump we passed.
It was only when the castle shadow cast over me that I blinked open my dazed eyes, craning my head up to stare at the three figures glaring down at me. They were talking, but I couldn’t make out what they were saying with how loudly the blood thumped in my ears.
Every inch of me hurt.
“Creed--,” I started, then turned my head to spit out the blood in my mouth. That made them grin.
Creed snatched my throat once more and wrenched me to my feet, his face twisted into a pained grimace. Even in his monstrous form, he looked in pain. Perhaps he hadn’t been the only one to get a few good punches in.
I caught my reflection in the glass doors of the castle entrance, my face all busted up, me hanging from Creed’s hand around my neck. Hatred flared across my mind.
“I really am sorry that I have to do this. We were close once,” he growled under his breath. "But what you did is unforgiveable. Our citywillhave justice for the queen’s death.”
He was really going to kill me. The threat flared behind his gaze, and I realized the ache on his face had nothing to do with physical pain. A shiver licked down my spine at the reality.
“Get it over with already,” Seven barked. “Then we’ll display his body in the middle of the city for all to see, hanging him by his toes.”
My blood ran cold at the viciousness in his voice. I didn’t have a death wish, but I’d also never feared it. The only thing I feared was being without Blake. “I didn’t fucking kill her,” I snarled, my brain running with ways to escape, to get out of this mess. To get back to my sweetheart. I wasn’t one to give up, not now or ever.
But when no one said a word, and only the heavy ominous promise of my death sang on the breeze, I raised my gaze to Creed. “If you’re going to do it, then do it in front of Blake. Let her see the real you. The monster who’d kill an innocent friend instead of taking his word.”
Creed’s face paled slightly at my words.
Then a faint cry caught on the breeze. Something almost feminine.
I glanced around, finding no sign of my sweet Blake.
An icy touch slid down my back when the sound ended, my thoughts flying to where she’d gone. A cruel silence followed, which I broke. “Bring her to me,” I demanded, a foreboding sense flaring through me. “Now!”
Ash just stood there, while Seven glanced around, having heard the scream too.
My heart raced as someone emerged from within the castle. Freddy, Creed’s servant, still leaving a trail of slime everywhere apparently. I sure as fuck didn’t miss his blob-like appearance and eyes that seemed to move around his face when he stared at you.
“Your Majesty,” he called out with panic in his voice, slithering toward us rapidly, the outline of his gray-like mass jiggling crazily.
“Not now,” Creed snapped, never taking his eyes off me.
“I must insist,” Freddy continued. “You see, the human girl seems to have gone missing.”
The air rushed out of my lungs, the acrid air stifling, ripping the life right out of me.
“What did you say?” Creed swung around, shoving me at Ash and Seven who snatched me, their grip like iron bands.
I might have fought them, but my attention was on Freddy. “What the fuck does that mean? Gone missing?”
The blob appeared to be sweating under Creed’s stare, something I didn’t know his kind was capable of doing. Yet beads of it rolled down his gelatinous body, leaving pale streaks behind.