Page 19 of When Embers Become Ashes

I should have been more aware of my surroundings than trying to work out how to contact J without triggering Jameson, my crap-ass phone was taken off me when I arrived and I’ve not been allowed to buy one in the store any time I’ve tried.

What the fuck did I just get injected with? I start to feel woozy, like I’m drunk. As the body behind me speaks, it clicks who has me,

“This could have been as good for you as it will be for me, but you had to be a stuck-up bitch and play hard to get. Now my patience is over, but your cunt will be mine. You should be feeling weak about now that the Rohypnol I gave you will make you pliant to my needs, nice and submissive.” I can feel the effects stop getting worse. Human drugs don’t last long in my system, the same as any supe, but he thinks I’m human with the knowledge of supernaturals, but I’m supe enough to start burning off the effects.

So, I do what anyone would. I start fighting back, kicking, punching, headbutting, and even girly scratching anything. If I can get my arms free, I have two knives on me, one in my boot and the other in the waistband of my jeans. My vision is still blurred, but I get a kick to his chest.

He’s grabbing me everywhere I don’t want him to, and when he uses the word cunt he squeezes over mine with bruising pressure, but he’s not trying to pin me thinking the drugs will help him.

I manage to roll onto my front and push up, ready to make a run for it, fuck my stuff at the cabin; it’s only clothes. I’ll walk out of this shit town and hitchhike if I need to, even just to a Truckstop where I can use a phone, Hopefully the family Trick is with can help.

“Stupid human bitch,” he sounds breathless, not good for the school running back, ‘not the time for internal jokes Ember; you can barely focus, get up, get away, then crack jokes’

“Why the fuck are the drugs not working?” I can hear his voice change as I get to my feet. The air shifts with his change. Suddenly, I’m screaming out as a claw runs from my right shoulder to my left knee, pushing me back to the floor. I roll and continue to fight, getting scratches on my chest, stomach, and the tops of my thighs. He isn’t entirely shifted,

“You will submit to me. I want my money’s worth.” He snarls out, saliva dripping from his mouth.

What the fuck has Jameson got me into now? I manage to roll again, and I feel some more scratches break through my clothes. If I reach for either knife, I leave myself open. I manage to kick backwards again.

The Vampires from the Cage hurt more than this; I can fight through this. Suddenly, the weight on me stops, and I hear hurried footsteps and voices,

“Fucking hell, I know Mika wanted this pack investigated, but I never expected this shit.” I don’t recognize the voice, so I don’t fully relax, but then I hear it…

Someone is singing Uncle Krackers Follow Me, and the voice makes me relax

“Troy?” I ask, my words slurring, then footsteps get closer

“Shit, she was in the Pit, long time no see, girly” Troy chuckles, then groans

“Get her to the hospital, and I’ll call the boss.” I can’t see who is talking as I have blood in my eyes, but I can see three shadows and a pile towards my left where the swearing and snarling is coming from.

“Human drugs no work, allergic to supe stuff, no drugs, please.” I’m fully slurring by the end and I have no idea if anything makes sense

“yeah, I remember, try to stay awake, ok?” and then everything goes black.

I keep getting flashes of Dex and Levi with the word“Sestra” in an unknown voice.

Next is a giant bear, and the word “Agilisi” growled with a slight whimper.

Finally, a silhouette of a man with glowing red eyes, “Deirfiur” is whispered. I still need to look up that word, but if the other two means sister, maybe that does too.

I wake as I’m put on a gurney and mumble that my medical files are on a green USB in my bag and then the word Giovanni Michaels. I tried to say Ignatius’s name, but I pass out again.

I wake again to a female voice,

“I think this needs your touch, Xan. Her files say she’s allergic to medications, she smells like a wolf, but I can’t feel her wolf, and has asked for Mickey G. However, his case files don’t have anyone matching her description. He is on his way, though.” There’s a pause,

“Yes, the DNA test is running, and some SRU guys are sitting in the hall.” Another pause.

“No, Trent is with them, but I don’t know the others.” Another quick pause,

“Yes, the bleeding has stopped, and it looks like things are trying to heal up, but it is so much, and her back will need stitches. We also want to run a rape kit.” I hear

“WHAT!!” Yelled through the phone, and then the female voice sounds a little amused,

“See you in five!” There is some shuffling,

“I don’t know what happened to you, girly, but you’re a mess. Xan will get you sorted. He’s a young doctor, but he cares so much. I went to school with him and tried to date him till I found out he likes guys, and then we became friends. He’s a great wingman. My name is Chloe, by the way.” I drift off again.

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