Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 45 – Why Am I Here?

“Grief, no matter how you try to cater to its wall, has a way of fading away,”

Kiya

V.C. Andrews

In darkness I arrived and in which I will leave. Waking up alter blacking out shouldn’t include my brain spinning like a toy top, but it did. The last time I blacked out was when I was a slobbering mess in the kitchen, but at least a vampire didn’t kidnap me!

This may be a teenage girl’s wet dream, but it isn’t mine!

Grabbing the reins of consciousness wasn’t too hard because my body wakes from its deep slumber, shifting in what I thought to be a bed. An extremely soft bed, I may add, but it didn’t bring comfort. Instead, memories of what happened previous to the blackout flooded my mind and bathed me in chills.

Cerberus attacked me. Then Osiris kidnapped me after drugging me with wolfsbane. Of all the things to subdue me, it had to be that goddamn plant.

F*cking hell!

Enraged, my eyes shot open to glare at the white ceiling above me. A narrow ray of light sliced through the center from one corner to another; the feeble brightness barely sufficient to illuminate the room. I felt a heavy weight latched around both my wrists along with the sensation of cool metal.

“What the…” Bringing them up to my face, I see the silver arm cuffs with intricate markups embedded into it, glowing softly in violet, Familiar markings. The thickened bonds that once demanded my submission got it again; this time, without effort.

My first kidnapping reminded me how powerless I felt. Connecting to my wolf was a pain and I couldn’t fight. back as I normally world. It restricted my powers.

But is Artemis okay? I haven’t heard from her in a minute. Worried, I opened our mind–link and reached out to her, noting my weakness became hers. Behind my eyelids, I saw my beautiful white wolf slumped on her belly, huffing softly through her nose.

“Art? Are you okay?”

Silence.

“Artemis, can you hear me? I need to know if you’re okay!”

“I’m here. Stop shouting.” She answered weakly. “I’m so tired, Kiki.”

“I am too, but don’t worry. I’m going to get us out of here.”

Every prison has a door, even if I have to make it myself. A burst of determination rushed through me, ready to take on the world. Osiris is not stopping me! If he expected a meek prisoner, he’ll be greatly disappointed. Rising from the bed, my fingers brush against the smooth and plush crimson blanket warming me from the airy chill. A faint scent of cologne lingered in the alt, pleasurable sparks erupting from below my skin.

At least the vampire had the decency to keep me warm. Note the sarcasm.

45- Why Am I Here?

cold, smooth floor. My neck still burned from both his mark and the injection, but I pushed through the weakness to walk to the door. Artemis is counting on me, and I’ve overstayed my welcome. On my way, I noticed an absence of weight in my back jean pocket. Feeling it up confirmed my fear, earning an irritated groan from

nose. My phone! It must’ve fallen out during my tussle with Cerberus! I tried reaching to my friends and family through mind–link, but I’m met with blockades. Either I’m too far away to reach them or they’ve put the blocks themselves; the

like I’m on my own with this

searching for me, tearing through everything and everybody. I constantly thought Mom fussing over me was just a thing mothers do, but I come to learn is that she cares about me. Her love is so powerful that she ripped e away from my mission so I can heal at home

I’m worrying her again! This isn’t fair! I got to be with my family again, only to be ripped away from them

tears with my finger. “Focus.

find it.”

much I turned it. Osiris locked the door from the outside, trapping me inside. And the man is nowhere to be found in the room. Speaking of which, when I turned around

design, as much

lights and sconces hung from both the ceiling and the wall. Unfamiliar designs carved into the borders of the ceiling. connecting between each angle to give off a refined, royal feel. The bed I was on earlier is draped with both crimson and black sheets, partially spilled onto the floor with an identical table at the foot of the bed, bedecked with foreign omaments. Silk drapes hung from the ceiling at the head of the bed. Polished sets of tables and drawers held lamps, mirrors, and antique black boxes and chairs decorated in the

of importance; like a prince or an emperor. I feel out of

place

seen better in magazines.”

face. My eyes readjusted to the sudden brightness from being in darkness for so long. Out the window, the emergent layer of dense leafy trees lined in rows beneath the horizon, obscuring hints of lush grass. Birds fly above

to break through this window from a four or five–story window, shift and run, I wouldn’t know where to go. I have no idea how close or far I’m from

Why Am

is some

“Hiss!”

me there is not a snake beside me. If there

cushioned table sitting between the two draped windows with an antique black box in the center. But it wasn’t the only thing black;

a snake that might kill me. As if it sensed my discomfort, it stuck its forked tongue out at

back immediately, putting my fists up. “Back the f*ck up, snake! Wolves eat your kind,

toward me with the gaze of a ravenous predator, seeking for a place to pierce its fangs into my skin. Normally, I’m not afraid

did I do? I had to show it, I’m the bigger

a football; its long

Touchdown!

the realization soon settled in that I’ve assaulted a vicious snake big enough to snap my throat, sealed

is not one of my best moments. Judging

full of hard muscle underneath my fingertips. Large, chilly hands clutched my shoulders, stilling me with the powerful sparks of an unwanted bond shooting straight to my core. My eyes looked up to meet menacing

my

jerked back a little, unfazed by my sudden violence. Instead, he simply

shouted. “What the hell is the matter

of things.”

to be a

made me laugh.” He

back home or I’ll

I’ll make you!”