Tormented

-Reaching Out-

The hatred in his words rival mine as he now moves. By his body language and his slow pace to the door, I can tell one-eye is preparing to leave.  Gradually he makes his way to the door by which he entered. The blazing hatred within my eyes menacingly glare at one-eye. The hidden emotions he tries to conceal from me but fails to do briefly surface. This action combined with his body's tensing movement shows itself to me, he wants to attack me.

I sneer with my comment to him instantly becoming cool, mockingly "leaving so soon?" His change in composure is immediate and apparent. I change my own further knowing I got to him. "You should try to do what he failed to do then one-eye." His eye, dancing wildly up and down repeatedly eyes me. I am able to chuckle which only serves to irritate him further as I say mentally "In the immortal words of my Beta Randall, GOTCHA BITCH!" Sable snarls in agreement, he heard me

Unlike my captor, I am able to restrain my emotions on a dime and force myself to compose when I need to. THIS, is one of those moments. In a flash my rage is contained, Sable temporarily backs away receding the burning glow in my eyes. With the exception of my mid-formed arms and claws, his presence is all vut gone.

I have sole control of my own stilled voice and body language. Silently, mentally to myself. I thank my battle mentor "Carmen, those years of physical and mental training under you, has paid off. Thank You." In under two seconds, I bring my emotions and voice a sudden  controlled tone.

My next words come gliding forth smooth as oil but were snide poison behind a smirk. "You know what they say..... lead by example. Unless, that is,  you are what my thought of you is. A coward"

I can tell from the unclenching and re-clenching of his fists. I am getting to him, his body trembles with rage, inching him closer to his desire to lunge at me. Just a little more, come onnnnn, lose it mutha fuker. Come at ME!

These are my impatient thoughts but, my words remain smooth, cool yet poison to this one-eye  "Or are you...." Extending my hand out-wards, my first finger dismissively pointing to the mystic wer lying dead,  a formed pool of blood around him on the stone floor from the gaping hole in his chest.

Looking to the cadaver then back to him emphasizing my next words ".....like your pitiful mystic there who ran."

I see I got to him... somewhat. He turned away giving me his back. But I catch the hesitation to turn the knob and exit. He had stop there firmly gripping the knob. His body slightly trembling tells me he is fighting his own will to come at me. Still clenching the knob holding it he stands there for just a few seconds.

I growl when instead his body tension just as suddenly as it showed me his weakness, now fades. My attempt to goad him into attacking me are something to be desired. But at least I tried. It doesn't work, least not fully. He turns the knob but as he leaves he grins "Almost maggot, almost. By the way" it is HIS words that rock me instead "Your precious infected mate will not save you in time." Laughing he leaves, latching the cell door behind him, he is gone. As he leaves, so do to with him, does the overwhelming smell of decaying meat granting me fresh clean air.

I growl to myself "FUCK" punching the wall behind me causing only it's surface to break and crumble, too thick to break completely under my blow. But then again, I am a supernatural not fucking superman. I want to talk with my mate but won't. 

While killing those mystic fuckers, Sable warned me not to. Thinking of my mate for a moment, my anger lessens "Ruben, pa. I trust Sable's words please forgive me I can't put you in danger" I say to myself remembering Sable's warning "You cannot wulf speak to him just yet Alejandro. He is at the point of Blood-Rage, He and Crimson both. If you do so, he will enter his blood rage state, and no-one will be safe. Speak with Belie, who was once one of the NINE. He will relay the message keeping Alpha from destroying everything in his attempt to find us."

At that moment when I was killing mystic wers to save my ass. I did not fully understand Sable's reason why, but I do now. It makes perfect sense. If I Wulf Speak to Ruben. In his current emotional state, I know he will undeniably enter BLOOD-RAGE. Something tells me this is what One-Eye wants. I trust my pack well enough to know, they are planning a search for me. It's just a matter of time. Somehow I have to let them know where I am to prevent Ruben from losing control. But something is wrong and I caught it.

Someone just as important to me causes my attention to focus on him, Sable. Sable's in pain I can sense it. Knowing something happened to my wulf pisses me the fuck off. My anger begins building again growing within me, my eyes display my emotions, illuminate with force to glow with ferocity, deep silver while I snarl powerfully. my wulf is in pain and I can do nothing to help him. Sable hears me and interrupts "concentrate Alejandro. Don't worry about me draw on all your Necromancer strength and then concentrate, hard. Send it to Belie."

Following his order. My eyes change becoming opal black with red pupils and I call to the Nine. Specifically, I call one recently brought back to life. HE WILL HEAR ME, my uncle Tio Belie. Brought back to life by the goddess, while leaving us still connected. Knowing, aside from my mate, my connection with him previously one of the Nine, is the strongest. For a brief, moment my thoughts went back to this bastard. I will relish killing him, holding his head in my hand. Sable snarls, snapping at me "Alejandro, focus! Break thru the barrier and find our pack. They need to know where to locate us. Use the spirits in the area to scent the area. When you connect with belie, I will relay everything from the scent. Now concentrate." I do as told, "On it Sabe."