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Abraxas
Madison is asleep when I get to the hospital. She had been in and out of sleep for the last couple of days, well, mostly asleep. Klaus insisted she just needed longer to heal and it was her body's way of making it happen. It just feels unnatural, having to wait this long for someone to heal.
The others had it handled with Blair and Samara, if they needed me, they would know where to find me.
I sit by Madison's head. Her face is scrunched up like she is in some sort of pain. Her knees are tucked up to her chest and she lets out tiny whimpers as her fingers twitch at the pillows. She wasn't in pain though, every time she slept, she relived what happened.
I had managed to get bits of information in the short slots of time she was awake.
Cooper had taken her.
He had guided her towards the edge of the pack forest. Then pinned her down and thankfully she put up a fight.
She might not have done so a few months ago.
He still managed to inject her with something.
She had told me her body became heavy and felt like she was losing control.
He took her to a building and beat her until she was black and blue.
Those bruises, still evident on her body.
She didn't remember everything. She said it was fuzzy but he did tell her it was all because he saw her with me. He told her that she was broken. That a Lycan shouldn't be with a Hunter and that he was going to fix her.
That she was being punished for her actions.
He had chosen her, not me and that makes me think he's far weaker than he makes out.
He wasn't wrong about our kind being together, but to do this to her, it was disgusting. I shake my head, I was already planning to skin him alive. Slowly and with a very blunt tool.
Klaus comes into the room with a new IV bag and I push all the dark thoughts from my head. There was plenty of time to daydream.
"Still asleep?" He asks. There was definitely no way he would make it as a Hunter.
I gesture to her, because it was pretty obvious.
"It's a good sign. It means her brain is giving her body the best chance." He changes over the bag of fluids. "She just needs time."
"She will never be the same, will she." I state
"Are you mad at her?"
I shake my head. I couldn't be mad at her. Though this should never have happened.
Madison moans and stretches out.
Her chestnut eyes peek out from under her lids, until everything falls into focus.
She stares at me, her chestnut eyes full of sadness and pain.
Her fingers move to her face, just like they did everytime she woke.
Feeling for the stitches and making sure it wasn't just a dream.
She winces as she touches them and her eyes become watery. "I made it?"
"Yes." She asked the same thing each time she woke too. Looking for confirmation she was safe. It had become her little routine.
Reaching for my hand, her fingers curl tightly around mine and she tugs me towards the bed, just like yesterday.
"I will leave you to it." Klaus takes the empty bag with him as I settle on the bed next to Madison.
She buries herself into my chest, snuggling in as far as she could. Within minutes she is asleep again. Her chest rises and falls against mine in a continuous rhythm. Her lips part as her body relaxes, but her fingers remain in place, clinging to me and preventing me from leaving.
I sniff her hair, hoping for some sign of her jasmine scent but there is still nothing. She smells just like any other Human.
become a Lycan's safe person.
I stay for a few hours, just watching her breathe.
Every now and again she would do like a double breath and a tear would leak from her right eye.
It was always her right.
I wiped away each and every one as I tried to figure out what I wanted to do.
I had unexpectedly If my parents were alive, they would be roasting me.
Dane knocks on the door and Madison stirs a little but doesn't wake. "How is she doing?"
"Her soul has more cracks than yesterday," I mutter. "She already had some issues that she was working through."
"You told me that if they connect, it will tear her apart. Is that close to happening?"
"If more keep appearing." I comb my fingers through her red waves. "And I don't know if there is a way to reverse the shit this prick has pulled."
He frowns. "I need you to do me a favour."
"Another one." I cock my brow at him, "I feel like I have done more than enough for you."
"Samara is being taken to Neah." He tells me
""And you're here?"
"She doesn't want me there."
"And what's that got to do with me?" Madison presses herself into me and I squeeze her a little tighter.
"Blair is in the dungeons."
"You want me to kill her? I will be more than happy too, I've been waiting for this for a long time."
"No." He pauses. "Out of curiosity, why haven't you just killed her?"
"Neah asked me not to."
"Thought you didn't listen to Lycans."
"Normally, I wouldn't, but she has her reasons and oddly, I respect them. She isn't like any other Lycan. She sees more than most. She listens. She doesn't piss me off." I give him a sarcastic grin.
"What do you mean 'she sees more than most?"
I shrug my shoulders.
"There's no real explanation for it. Maybe it has something to do with the way she was brought up. Maybe she feels more settled now she knows who and what she is. I don't know, but she isn't a prick and I don't feel the need to jam a bullet into her head like I do with others." He smiles at me.
"Or maybe, you just realize that not all Lycans are assholes."
I roll my eyes at him.
"Anyway, I was hoping you would come down to the dungeons with me. I want to ask her some questions and I want to make sure I don't miss something useful."
Madison was probably going to be asleep for a while if the last couple of days were anything to go by. She doesn't stir as I pull my arm from under her. In fact she appears to be in the deepest sleep ever.
I follow Dane across the grounds to the dungeons. Blair is sitting in the corner of one cell, her hands bound together. Her legs folded up in front of her. She looked broken. It brought a small piece of happiness to my cold heart.
"This is it, isn't it." Her brown eyes flicker up to mine. I still found it uncanny how much they looked alike, though the brown eyes and the shock of short black hair made them noticeably different.
"You must be shitting yourself, waiting for death." I mutter
She squeezes her eyes shut. "I'm ready."
"He's not going to kill you." Dane tells her
"Yet." I add with a smile, though she doesn't see it with her eyes screwed tightly shut.
I watch her gulp, her fear is more than evident by the way her body is trembling. She was actually fearing for her life. Interesting.