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.

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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

out during my tussle with Cerberus! I tried reaching to my friends and family through mind–link, but I’m

on my own

my eyes. Knowing how worried Mom gets over me, she’s desperately searching for me, tearing through everything and everybody. I constantly thought Mom fussing over me was just a

to be with my family again, only to be ripped away from them by a

I sniffled, catching a few tears with my finger. “Focus. There’s always

find it.”

door, but with no luck. The knob wouldn’t budge, no matter how 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 to see what

in interior design, as much as I hate to admit.

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

like a prince or an emperor. I feel out of place

the place

better in magazines.”

long. Out the window, the emergent layer of dense leafy trees lined in rows beneath the horizon, obscuring hints of lush grass. Birds

window, shift and run, I wouldn’t know where to go. I have no idea how close or

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some

“Hiss!”

is not a snake

table sitting between the two draped windows with an antique black box in the center. But it wasn’t the only thing black; it was the only thing that wasn’t moving. A big black serpent, the size of a boa

me. As if it sensed my discomfort, it stuck its forked tongue out

wiggling toward me. I jumped back immediately, putting my fists up. “Back the f*ck up,

matter. Wiggling, its broad body slithered to the ground, stalking up 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 of snakes, but thanks to a certain someone, I’ve grown distasteful of them.

did I do? I had to show it, I’m

football; its long body hitting the window with a loud

Touchdown!

assaulted a vicious snake big enough to

moments. Judging by its increased hissing, I

ended up rushing into a wall. A wall 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 crimson

hurt my snake. Pepi has

unfazed by my sudden violence. Instead, he simply blinked and looked back with a quizzical look. “That was

shouted. “What the hell

lot of

supposed to be a

made me laugh.” He

home or I’ll

I’ll make you!”