Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 6 I Want You

“I don’t want you to be my fan. I want you to be mine.“–Emme Rollins

Kiya

Black, misting air formed a perimeter around my private sanctity to prevent any stray form of light from penetrating. Silent and dancing to a silent tune, it traps me in a mobile sea of nothingness. Tangible bodies didn’t exist besides mine, and yet, it brought no comfort. Everywhere I turn, my bedroom items fade behind the haze of obsidian. Sounds of the outside world muffled against the barrier, trapping me in a dome of sensory–deprivation. Only my breathing is heard, rapidly falling from equilibrium.

The billow of blackened wisps hovering over my bed moved, slithering in the air like a boa constrictor eyeing its prey. Vibrant red eyes rake over my form with anticipation, as if it’s trying to spot a weakness. Slowly, it slithered to my face, leaving a small space between us.

“Relax, my Little Moon.” Osiris hissed with his deep, velvet–like voice. “I won’t hurt you. That is, if you don’t give me a reason to.”

“You’re supposed to be dead…” I whispered, pressing the back of my head further against my door. A heavy weight settled over my body, trapping me under the gaze of the devil I thought burned with the abandoned asylum. “How….

“It will take more than a burning building to get rid of me, my sweet.” The mass giggled. I felt sensations of fingers tracing my skin on my arms, trailing toward the nape of my neck. “You and I have unfinished business

we need to take care of.”

“There’s nothing between us. Get your fucking hands off me.” Snarling, I tried to wave the smoke away with my hand, but it didn’t work. Instead of dissipating like normal, it remained. My flailing hand only passed through the mass, failing to strike force against it. “W–What…!”

“I applaud you for trying to get rid of me, but let’s be candid. I have more tricks up my sleeve besides this, my deanly fitting for us to meet when I’m intangible. Don’t want to cause attention to me from your fellow

It’s

mutts.”

“How did you get on this land?” I questioned, my expression stony and stoic. I cannot show any weakness to my enemy. “Slipping under the noses of werewolves is a feat few can accomplish.”

“Luckily, I’m one of those lucky few.” Osiris chuckled. I felt his ‘hands‘ move back down my arms, striking icy chills into my spine. My body involuntarily shivered as powerful sensations rocketed through my body. They demanded my submission and obedience. It’s mind–numbing. “In this form, I carry no scent, so the dogs can’t sniff me out. But then again, vampires don’t carry a scent as werewolves do.”

“You’re a hybrid, though.”

“The wolf side of me is dead, thus carrying my scent with it. My vampire side takes precedence, thus granting me the qualities of full–blooded vampires. Do you know what that means?” A curly strand of my hair suddenly lifted, pulled, and snapped back like a spring. “I can be anywhere and everywhere around you and you won’t have a clue. How exciting is that?”

“Cut the crap, Osiris.” Finally regaining the strength in my body, I push myself off the door. “What the hell do

you want?”

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Osiris knows all about me.

You suffered for years. Years of maltreatment that would make the very gods in heaven weep. How many times have they have decorated this pretty skin in a colorful assortment of black and purple? Scars decorated this beautiful brown as eternal reminders of your hurt. How many times has your

throat burned and seared from with your screaming? From your begging? How is it fair that you continue to carry the burden of this pain while they carry none? Don’t you think you deserve better than them, my dear?”

I hate this. I positively hate this. How is Osiris making sense? Yes, for the longest time, I’ve believed that sentiment; it’s not fair that I’m forced to carry the after–effects of my abuse. Sleepless nights riddled with torment, the darkness of depression gripping at my throat with every minute of my life, evil thoughts that bombard me with bullets and grenades of self–worthlessness, guilt, pain, and endless days where I’ve contemplated taking my life whilst ignoring the plans Selene had for me.

Why am I the one who suffered for years while everyone lived their fruitful lives? I hated everyone for a long time and deep down, I still do. My treatment was unfair. They robbed me of happiness, of a normal childhood, innocence, and adolescence. They took so much away from me…

I heard Osiris’s breath hitched in excitement. “The gears in your mind are turning, my sweet. Deep down, underneath all that morality, you agree. The injustice persisted for many years and no one paid for their mistake. They’re no better than the humans who sell their children into slavery or beat them with an inch of their lives because they spilled milk on the dining room table. Wouldn’t it be fun to exact revenge?”

“Don’t listen to him!” Artemis screamed in my ear, splitting the haze of darkness in my mind into

that, Kiya. Pain is an endless cycle where nobody wins. Don’t

hell, I’ll let this beast manipulate me. “What I do, and why I do it, is none of your concern. Do yourself a favor and keep your nose out of my business.

careful around these parts, Kiya. You have a traitor in your midst. Friends will turn into enemies, and the darkness will cast a shadow upon the dogs. No matter the amount of light you see in them, all have darkness. And it will come out to play again, only this time, their

will save you this time.

Osiris is gone, taking his haze of smoke within him. I shot up from my bed with a hand pressed over my heart, trying to

asked me worryingly. “I can take over for

are yo

man who left me with more questions than answers. What did he mean by there is a traitor amongst us? Darkness will cast a shadow over this pack?

that I

is fluttering about. He’s infiltrated Zircon Moon, and

eyes are solely on me.

smidgen of my powers, my heart calmed at the sight of blue and white. I’m still me. I’m not darkness, no matter what he says. But how

in danger. More danger

But from who?

pack or

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Am

Speaking to

you don’t think

that probity is evil

All the world’s ills and maltreatment are attributed through their darker sides. They lust for power over others, motivated by greed, and will sacrifice their loved ones for the tiniest morsel of control. Humanity is fucked up and no one can tell me otherwise.

exempt from this notion. In ancient times, many species have gone to war over their lust for control. Blindly believing themselves to be the superior race and that all others should bow and kiss their

of my kind lost their lives because a full–blooded mutt or fanged leech thought their existence was undeserved? How many deformed fishes or blackened sorceresses beheaded or drowned them? How many of this

thought; killing innocent hybrids as they reach their self–pleasure, exploding in ecstasy as their minds fill with

suffer under the supremacy of these stupid, pompous supernaturals. It’s

and beast and find what makes them tick. What motivates them to do what they do? It’s far from rocket science if you’re not someone like me.

man and beast is the most delicious discovery of them all. They all preach peace and acceptance when really, they cannot stomach the fact that someone different than them mingles with

drenched in blood. Supernatural history is

Neither are so different from one another.

to set things

uninhibited. Don’t you feel it? The darkness crawling to the center

then who’s

your trust. There are people in your life who don’t deserve the air they breathe, but because of your misguided sense of

pick forgiveness, as if that’ll erase your pain. As

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consciously, hurt you..

that’s what most of you are. You hide behind the light while ignoring the growing malevolence behind you. The more you feed the light, the more the

the brightest of

into your true nature? To hurt without consequence? To maim? To

beckons you. The Great Serpent God beckons you to not hurt any longer. My Lord beckons you to unleash hell on all those who deserve it. On those who’ve

of you are human.

never hit a woman, even if she brutalizes you? How many of you were taught that only the strong survive? How many of you were taught that crying is for ‘sissies‘ and to ‘not be like a girl“?

How many of you women were taught a boy likes you if they hurt you? How many of you were undervalued for your

hurt. You were beaten and broken. Your heart is as fragile as glass, and many will drop and dance on its pieces as

an