In The Arms of an Angel

Chapter 24: Unrecognisable Voices

Chapter 24: Unrecognisable Voices

"Sit your ass down, you don't know what you're talking about." Marco waved off the Man and tried once again to silence the room, but no one was hearing a word of it.

"I say we just get rid of the whole lot of them!" another man began, his high pitched tone screeched through the rest of the loud voices that strained my ears. "We were better off when the Werewolves were in charge!"

This sparked outrage. Everyone was screaming at one another and a small group of men and women, paled skin and relatively human in appearance – vampires – stood at attention and were looking about ready to pounce on the poorly groomed werewolves where the man on the chair stood glaring at the others in the room as if they were beneath him. I jumped up on my chair to get a better look at the scene about to occur only metres away from where I stood.

"You mean when Werewolves rounded up everyone who was deemed of 'bad blood' and slaughtered us like rats in the streets?!" A pale haired man questioned with pure disgust lacing his words.

"Yes, Rats was the perfect choice of words." The Werewolf smiled wickedly igniting their rage further. The group of vampires pounced on the werewolves, claws and teeth baring as each one became the monsters that haunted my fairy tales. The werewolves jumped into action, most turning into dark black and brown beasts. Wolves were not exactly how I would describe them, no, they weren't the fluffy wolves that you often wanted as a pet, they were big – almost as tall as a human on two legs – with mattered fur, shoulders hunched and their head somewhat up right with a long snout. The best descriptor I could think of was a rabid mangy dog cross gorilla.

The view was frightening.

I filched back, my foot slipping on my chair but Logan's hand quickly shot up to grab hold of me, steadying me where I stood. "We have to go Britney." He rushed his urgency as he looked around in a frantic panic.

My eyes focused back on the scene in front of me as I found it hard to look away, my gaze captivated as the Vampires got their first taste of the werewolves deep red blood. Their brows frowned deeply as their top lips curled up and their canine teeth grew two inches and a deep hiss left their lips.

"Britney now!" Logan yelled at me as he tried to move me. The entire chamber was chaos. Marco stood at the front being argued with by everyone, shouting at him and even a few drawing their swords and telling him to run away and never return.

"Stop!" The loud firm voice echoed through the room, putting a stop to everyone's movements. I looked down at Logan who was frozen at my side, in mid reach for me. His expression was shocked as he eyed me with worried eyes. Blinking slightly I looked around the room to find everyone's eyes on me and that's when I realised, I was the one who spoke.

The words had left my lips without even passing through a filter and I couldn't get them back no matter how natural I pretended to be – or how quickly I ran out of the room with my head tucked in between my shoulders.

"Well if it isn't the human bitch that has killed our kin." One man – the werewolf who was in full favour of removing my head from my shoulders – spat as he looked at me in pure disgust, never have I seen a look so hateful directed at someone else much less at me.

"I didn't kill anyone." I defended myself, again my voice was clear – calm, even – almost as if they weren't my words, almost as if they were rolling off my tongue before I could process them.

"You might as well have."

"But I didn't." I spoke clearly to him, my eyes narrowing as I focused on the man before I took a deep breath and found some courage. If I couldn't help them fight, then the least I could do was help calm everyone down – or better yet, get them to unite against a common enemy that hopefully wasn't me. "I didn't hold a knife to anyone's throat, I didn't slaughter innocence. I was taken from my home, my family, just like most of you who survived the siege. I was nothing more than a prisoner so I will not be sorry for being rescued!"