Page 92 of Alpha Power

"Imagine you've got the entire world at your feet right? You've invaded the planet, taken over the world, seeneverythingEarth has to offer and now everyone is your slave. You're telling me you wouldn't make all your favourite actors put on skits for you? Make The Rock and Jason Statham fight it out for real? Or Jackie Chan and Jet Li? You know, I've always wondered who would win outta those two. The Forbidden Kingdom just didn't do them justice." Darius shook his head with disappointment and continued. "Or, you know what else I'd do? I'd make Ariana Grande just perform 'Side to Side' over and over again. That girl can singggggggggg."

Void blew out a frustrated breath and looked up, glaring at him. "I can honestly say that has never once gone through my mind."

"But now that it has you would totally do it, right?"

Void pinched the bridge of his nose. "I've got no fucking clue."

"I think you would."

Even though her entire body ached like no tomorrow, Zamorra couldn't help but snicker at the ridiculousness of their conversation. The motion jostled her, and she groaned in pain.

Void snapped his head up so quickly it was a wonder he didn't get a bout of vertigo, and his eyes locked onto her like a lion hunting a gazelle. He jumped from his seat. "Oh, Zamorra. You're awake. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

She frowned. "You don't believe in Jesus." Her voice cracked and she coughed, trying to clear her throat.

How long had she been out? The sun streaking through the large window behind her indicated it was daytime, which meant she had - at a minimum - lost a few hours.

"What- what happened?" She asked, looking around the room in confusion.

Darius walked over with a glass of water in his hands and she took it, enjoying the refreshing cool water as it slipped down her throat. "How do you feel?" He asked, taking the glass back and placing it on the bed side table.

"I feel-" Zamorra took a mental stock of her body, moving her fingers and toes with only a small amount of pain. Her forehead furrowed. "I feel fine. Sore, but fine."

How was that possible? How did she feel fine? She heard the snap of her bones when they broke in half, felt that agonising pain radiate everywhere inside her. She didn't just imagine it, did she?

"How- what the fuck happened?" She squealed.

Void slumped down into his chair, exhaustion flowing through every ounce of his body. He looked tired, with bloodshot eyes and huge dark bags that sat right underneath them. She wondered how long he had been here at her side, waiting for her to wake up.

"What do you remember?" He asked as Darius rolled his chair over and sat down.

An image of that horrid vampire with his terrifying sword flashed through her mind. "I remember going to that club. Dancing with you, that weird ass Vampire Zorro guy trying to cut my head off and then... one of those bitches clawed me in the back!" She abruptly sat up, twisting and turning to try and get a look at the damage.

Zamorra was vaguely aware of the fact she wasn't wearing her clothes anymore. Instead, a dark oversized shirt now clung to her body, drenched in Luther's rich, woodsy scent.

"Calm down, calm down." Void gripped her shoulders tightly, stopping her from moving. "You're fine. Luther called his little mage bitch, and he came and worked some of that fancy mumbo jumbo on you."

Zamorra froze instantly, eyeing her uncle with suspicion. "You called him Luther. I don't think you've ever called him Luther before."

"Yeah well, I couldn't keep calling him Lord Douche now, could I? Not after he saved your life."

"He what?"

The double doors in front of her swung open and in walked Luther, all 6'7, 200kg of him. His muscles rippled underneath that dark tailored suit as he strolled in casually and when their eyes locked, a shiver ran down her spine.

He looked... pissed. Relieved, but pissed. His red eyes smouldered with anger as he came to a stop right in front of the bed, that perfectly chiselled face of his hard as stone. A pulse of power went through the air, his anger and frustration so high it literally burst from within him.

She forced a smile to try and defuse some of the tension. It didn't work.

An uncomfortable silence quickly filled the room, no one sure what to say next, what to do. Zamorra sure as hell didn't know. She wasn't even entirely sure what the fuck happened. So far only random bits and pieces of the night had streaked through her mind, and she hadn't had the chance to piece them back together yet.

Like, how did they get away? And what happened to Vampire Zorro? That bastard. She hoped he wasn't dead. She wanted the satisfaction of doing that herself.

Darius stood, massaging the back of his neck with an awkward smile on his lips. "Come on Vatali, let’s go grab a feed."

Void frowned and twisted in his chair. "I'm not hungry."

Darius gripped him by the back of the shirt and dragged him to his feet. "You are now, big boy. Let's go."

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