The Right Way To Turn
by wizardtho
Chapter 06:
The next thing I registered was a delicious scent. I think I moaned slightly before hearing Jasper whisper in my ear, “You're safe, Sweet Girl. Just rest and drink all you can. There's a bag at your mouth, so all you need to do is bite. Can you bite?”
I tried, but was too weak to pierce the bag with my teeth. I sent Jasper the feeling that I was trying but couldn't. He whispered in response, “It's alright, My Mate. We'll bite for you. Can you drink?”
I opened my mouth slightly, then felt the bag being placed against my lips. I moaned at the taste, sucking greedily. I felt fingers running through my hair, then Peter cooed, “That's it, Kitten. Feed all you can. We'll let you know if it's time to switch.”
My eyes fluttered as I tried to open them, but they -along with the rest of my body- felt extremely exhausted. I sent the feeling to Jasper, not understanding. He cooed, “I know, Darlin'. Just rest and feed. You need to recuperate, but that will take time.”
I sent him my confusion, because I couldn't remember anything past making love to them, so he whispered sadly, “We made love, remember? After we made love, you became weak, but we thought you just needed to rest. You slept for too long, though… that’s when Peter's knower told him that you needed blood. We spent all your reserve energy, Sweet Girl, when we made love to you. We called the crew like you said, but Peter wasn't able to give me any more info on why.”
I sent him my worry and my thirst, but he brushed his lips against my temple, “There's no need to worry. We have more than enough blood to last us, plus I had the crew bring anything they could get their hands on. We were able to get a few bags into you before you acknowledged us. So far, you've had three. Char, Coop, and Stefan are the blood runners between us and the storage cooler for now, so don't you worry about anything, Sug.”
I felt some of the tension in my muscles release, then Peter reminded me that he and Jasper would stay right here with me. Soon I heard a man's deep voice say with a slight Bayou lilt, “Here's the next round, Major. Looks like I was just in time, too.”
Jasper answered him, then I felt like I was sucking on air. There was a stroke on my cheek as Peter offered tenderly, “Hold on just a minute for us, Kitten. We need to get you switched to full bag.”
I weakly nodded, then there was a new scent under my nose. As soon as the scent registered, I greedily started drinking again.
Over the next while, during the time Jasper and Peter kept feeding me the bags, I heard several voices softly talking at different points. It was hard to concentrate on anything specific with how weak I was, but I knew I was safe with my mates. I was still so very tired... utterly exhausted... and really just wanted to stop drinking so I could fall asleep.
Jasper was instantly in front of me, telling me, “Not yet, Sweet Girl. Please. You can't sleep until you are full to the bursting point. If you fall asleep before then, we might not get you back. We already almost lost you twice... please don't leave us. Just stay awake for us until you're full, then I promise you can rest.”
I nodded slightly while blinking my eyes rapidly a few times. The thought of leaving Jasper and Peter frightened me, which caused my feeding to deepen in response. Peter hummed at that.
I started to back off again when I noticed a line of blood had dripped down the outside of the bag, but he shook his head, “Please don't... it's not bothering anyone here, Kitten. I promise you aren't making us uncomfortable. Just keep feeding all you can.”
I nodded slightly, feeding with gusto, but soon I was slowing because I felt like I was becoming extremely full. I kept feeding at a slower pace as Jasper kissed my temple, “That's right, Darlin'. Keep going until you feel like you can't take another drop. You're almost there, My Sweet Mate.”
I was able to take another slow 5 mouthfuls before I released the bag, whispering, “No more. Too full. Tell everyone thank you for me please.”
He smiled down at me, “They heard you and know, Sug.”
He crawled up the bed on his knees with me in his arms, then turned around to lean back against the pillows. Peter laid a blanket over me as I settled against Jasper's chest, then came to curl up next to us. Char asked in a whisper as she curled a stray hair behind my ear, “Is there anything I can do?”
I nodded with a yawn before saying weakly, “Please make sure that everyone gets blood. I don't want anyone to suffer because I fed near them.”
She smiled, “We already worked that out, Sweets. It's taken care of, but I'll check to make sure for you.”
Jasper spoke up then, “I want a rotation started while she rests, in case there's trouble. Have Aaron keep close to man the blood bar, because I want you close in case we need anything while she's down. Split the rest of the crew into shifts. I want three shifts for now, rotating every four hours. The perimeter and property are to be covered from all possible angles, since we still don't know about Edward and Alice's whereabouts.”
Char nodded before silently retreating from the room, but I was too exhausted to ask about what he meant. As soon as I felt Peter curl further into Jasper and me, throwing a leg over ours while placing his arm over my back, I was pulled into a peaceful sleep.
When I next woke, I heard Peter and Jasper whispering lowly to each other. They were worried about what toll all of this was going to take on my turning. I suddenly got that sick feeling as the hair on the back of my neck stood on end, causing me to growl loudly as I sat bolt upright. I dashed to the closet to pull out clothes, the threat making me push past my weakness, hissing seriously to my mates, “Northern wall! Send a team, but tell them to let him breach the wall. He's alone... a scout. We need the information he has. Do not kill him until I get what I need.”
Instantly there was a flurry of action as I pulled on a black boho top with red trim, a cream thong, a pair of fire engine red capris, and two-strap black leather slides. I met Jasper and Peter in the bedroom only a minute later. Peter picked me up so I could wrap my arms and legs around him.
It was seconds later that we heard the alarm, which was the same time we reached the crew that was downstairs. Major started barking out orders, “When they get here, you are all to take position around the prisoner. Limbs may be removed if my mate so chooses. You will not, however, hinder him from speaking or kill until she gives the order. She needs information he has, so he will live until she is satisfied with his answers. Is. That. Understood?”
I heard a chorus of, “Yes, Major,” then we all filed out to the back yard after the alarm was reset.
As soon as we reached the grassy area of the clearing out back, several people came through the trees, with two of them dragging a legless Demitri of the Volturi guard. I growled lowly as they stopped about 20 feet in front of us, then walked up and yanked his head back so he would look at me.
His eyes went wide as I growled in his face, “Is this what you wanted to see? Is this what your scared and sniveling masters told you to find out?”
He defiantly set his jaw, telling me things would be happening the hard way. My beast practically purred in my head as I let her take the reins, 'Oooh, now I get to play.'
I instinctively pulled on Major's power somehow, then looked at Demitri’s jeans as I said, “Start talking, Tracker Trash, or your balls are gonna wish they were being ripped off. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your snide ‘raping and draining the human’ remarks while I was in Volterra, Asshole.”
He didn't say a word, so Major chuckled, “Oh, this'll be fun. I don't even have to get my hands dirty. Isa, there's four to pull from, other than the two you know.”
I nodded stiffly, then tightened my hand into a fist slowly as I sent his private area a shit-ton of pain. It was the agonizing pain Jasper felt from me when he reached the house.
Demitri suddenly arched backward, screaming out brokenly. I cut off the feeling after a few seconds, “Ready to talk yet, Tracker? 'Cuz you see, I could stand here all day and do this. It makes no difference to me whether you want to do this the easy or hard way, because either way, I will get what I want in the end. The only question is, will you still have any venom left when I finally get my answers?”
Peter laughed outright, then I let my senses range out to feel for powers. I felt like all four were familiar, and I somehow just knew who was who. Ang seemed to be a teleporter, Coop felt like an energy stealer, Dom looked to be a fire starter, and Char was an omni-linguist.
I smirked at the options before pulling them all, saving what I didn't need quite yet. I snapped my fingers, looking directly at Demitri as a spark lit at my fingertips. I rolled and morphed it into a ball about three inches across, then bounced the ball lazily back and forth between my hands.
Dom smirked at me knowingly as I heard Peter chuckle, “You sure you wanna test her, Demitri? It won't end well for you.”
Demitri hissed defiantly, “Sie ist nichts als ein bißchen menschlich Blutbeutel. Sie mag geführt haben Salon Tücken, aber Sie hat null zünftig Potenz. Sie war schwach un Volterra, und sie ist schwach nun jetzt.”
(Translation: She is nothing but a little human bloodbag. She may have parlor tricks, but she has no real power. She was weak in Volterra, and she is weak now.)
Major growled menacingly as the German-to-English translation automatically came to me. I giggled in response, “That's what I’ve been waiting for... now I get to have some fun. Dom, would you be so kind as to hand me that wayward leg, please?”
He smirked devilishly as he brought the leg to me, then I bent down in front of Demitri. “I think you need to watch your tongue, Tracker. See, it's not very nice to talk shit about people you don't know... and you. Don't. Fucking. Know me. Every time your mouth utters something bad about me, instead of giving me the answers I want, I'm going to have some fun. Want to see how I have fun, Tracker? I think I'll start with this.”
I stood back up before holding the fireball to the detached end of his leg, then chuckled loudly as it lit and his scream pierced the air. I added an extra dose of agonizing pain by making it feel like his spine was being ripped out. He let out a shrieking wail when it took hold.
I let the spine ripping pain go as soon as the leg was half ash, then Demitri watched in horror while the rest of his leg disintegrated. I brushed my hands off, then smirked at Demitri, “Now what was that about parlor tricks? Does that mean that you didn't just watch me make your leg go poof and turn to ash? I'd start talking before the other one gets torched, Asswipe.”
Demitri didn't say a word, so I coughed before holding my hand out. Someone I didn't know placed the leaking appendage in my hand, causing Demitri to hiss, “Te jälkisäädös maksu ajaksi nyt kuluva, te hölmö vähäinen määrä sotkea. He jälkisäädös hankkia sinun johtaa ajaksi nyt kuluva. Te hankkia ei mallikelpoinen joka te aari naida avulla.”
(Translation: You will pay for this, you stupid little bitch. They will have your head for this. You have no idea who you are fucking with.)
Char's growl was even more menacing this time, with one of the crew not being very far behind. I smirked at my mates when the Finnish-to-English translation came to me, just as Char quietly explained to them what was said. “Oh, that's two. I get to play again, Major. Does it hurt worse if I make it burn from the inside out?”
Major gave me a smirk, replying, “It sure does, Isa. Just try to control the burn rate, so that the little bastard’s torture is drawn out.”
I did as he said, concentrated, then saw a glow light within the leg near the knee. The glow slowly began taking over more area as the flame spread from the knee toward either end.
Demitri’s howls and gut-wrenching sobs echoed loudly around the clearing, making me snicker as I kicked him in the ribs, “Shoulda fuckin’ listened.”
When the leg was gone, he slumped, but was clearly still not ready to talk. I hummed, “Time for a new tactic, I think. Oh, I know. How about I teleport your balls to the rings of Saturn? You won't be needing them, what with no leg strength to give that extra ummph during a great fuck, so why not get rid of them? I'd be doing you a favor, you know... after the initial pain, of course.”
He looked at me skeptically, but Ang tried to warn him, “Oh, she'll do it, Demitri. Don't doubt that one bit. I'd start talking if I were you. Try to save whatever dignity you still have.”
All of a sudden it felt like there were 20 people chattering away in my brain, which had me fighting my instinct to cover my ears. Edward.
I hurriedly turned to Major, whispering almost inaudibly in his ear as I blocked out the chatter, “Send some of the crew. I just all of a sudden got the use of Edward's power. I need to know if he's near.”
Major nodded with a kiss to my lips, then sent four of the crew out to search the property. I turned back to Demitri as I said, “I've given you enough time to make a decision, Tracker. What will it be? Start talking, or your balls go on a permanent bye-bye to Saturn.”
He spat toward my feet, missing by a few inches, then hissed, “Þú vilja aldrei fá a orð út af mig. Þú hafa neitun hugmynd hvaða er tilkoma fyrir þú. Þeir vildi gera mikill verri til mig en þú alltaf, þú kunta. ÉG gera ekki jafnvel sjá hvaða þeir vilja með þú. Þú ert ómerkingur hluti a gagnslaus hóra.”
(Translation: You will never get a word out of me. You have no idea what is coming for you. They would do much worse to me than you ever could, you cunt. I do not even see what they want with you. You are nothing but a useless whore.)
Major and Captain looked at me expectantly when Char menacingly hissed and delivered a beautiful cracking kick to the side of Demitri's head, so I recapped what Demitri had said in Icelandic, “He said I'd never get a word from him, I have no idea what's coming for me, they would do much worse to him than I ever could, plus he didn't even see what they wanted with me. Oh, and as to Char's reaction, that was because he called me a cunt and a useless whore.”
Growls erupted around the clearing as I stepped close to Demitri. “Tracker, you seem not to have been told a few things. Either that, or you're absolutely daft. Let me fill you in on a few very important tidbits, m'kay? Those two right there? That's the Major and Captain. Boys why don't you remove your shirts for a minute? Show Demitri how utterly brainless his thinking was.”
They both stripped their shirts off, and I couldn’t help but hum as the crew's eyes all dropped. Demitri's eyes went wide, so I got back on task, “Oh, are you starting to realise? The blonde... Major... he's the fucking God Of War, you trash heap. The Captain is his right hand. You've already called their female mate a bloodbag, a bitch, a whore, and a cunt, on top of talking openly about raping and draining her. I'd venture to say your sniveling little masters didn't warn you about them, did they? Oh, don't think they had no idea... they fucking knew alright.”
Edward's gift tickled at my mind, so I focused in on what Demitri was thinking. It was jumbled with pain, but I could catch a few things after I noticed his thoughts were all in Greek.
'Edward and that damn seer told me it would all go well... fucking liars. The masters will be irate when they find out that she's already found her mates and that they're the famed Southern War ones. There was never a way for me to get to her, to take her to the master... not with them as her mates... and especially not when they've claimed her.'
After a second I got up, “Time for the next round. You've royally pissed them the fuck off, Brainless Wonder, so as I see it... you have exactly 5 seconds to talk before your balls go bye-bye.”
Ang was kind enough to do the countdown for me while smirking at Demitri. When he didn't fess over anything else, I held my hand out, squeezed as I looked toward his groin, then pictured his balls going to Saturn's rings.
His howls erupted in the clearing, so I focused Edward's gift on him again.
'Don't tell her... don't tell her that they were working for the Volturi. Mind reader and seer... under cover. Supposed to watch for the coming... holy fuck... fuckfuckfuck... coming of the most powerful siphon to ever to exist. Wants all that power... masters would never be defeated... shit, do not speak a fucking word!'
I had what I needed now, so I backed up to let my mates take over, “I've gotten what I need, Major. I know you and Captain want a crack at him for his disrespect, so I'll just sit with Char and Aaron on the patio.”
He looked down at me, kissed my lips lightly, then said, “Make sure they help you. You're still recuperating.”
I nodded while waving Char and Aaron over, then looped my arms through theirs. They guided me toward the patio, but I didn't have the chance to sit before Demitri's shrieking screams reverberated through the clearing again.
They got me comfortable on one of the loungers, then both sat on the patio on either side of me. I was exhausted, but I knew I needed to stay awake to tell them what was going on. “Thank you both. I haven't had the chance to say anything yet, but you guys have been so good to me. You barely know anything about me, yet you've been helping me like I've known you as long as they have. Please understand that it means a lot to me, after everything that's happened.”
They both took one of my hands, then squeezed gently as more howls and sobs echoed toward us.
The next thing I registered was a delicious scent. I think I moaned slightly before hearing Jasper whisper in my ear, “You're safe, Sweet Girl. Just rest and drink all you can. There's a bag at your mouth, so all you need to do is bite. Can you bite?”
I tried, but was too weak to pierce the bag with my teeth. I sent Jasper the feeling that I was trying but couldn't. He whispered in response, “It's alright, My Mate. We'll bite for you. Can you drink?”
I opened my mouth slightly, then felt the bag being placed against my lips. I moaned at the taste, sucking greedily. I felt fingers running through my hair, then Peter cooed, “That's it, Kitten. Feed all you can. We'll let you know if it's time to switch.”
My eyes fluttered as I tried to open them, but they -along with the rest of my body- felt extremely exhausted. I sent the feeling to Jasper, not understanding. He cooed, “I know, Darlin'. Just rest and feed. You need to recuperate, but that will take time.”
I sent him my confusion, because I couldn't remember anything past making love to them, so he whispered sadly, “We made love, remember? After we made love, you became weak, but we thought you just needed to rest. You slept for too long, though… that’s when Peter's knower told him that you needed blood. We spent all your reserve energy, Sweet Girl, when we made love to you. We called the crew like you said, but Peter wasn't able to give me any more info on why.”
I sent him my worry and my thirst, but he brushed his lips against my temple, “There's no need to worry. We have more than enough blood to last us, plus I had the crew bring anything they could get their hands on. We were able to get a few bags into you before you acknowledged us. So far, you've had three. Char, Coop, and Stefan are the blood runners between us and the storage cooler for now, so don't you worry about anything, Sug.”
I felt some of the tension in my muscles release, then Peter reminded me that he and Jasper would stay right here with me. Soon I heard a man's deep voice say with a slight Bayou lilt, “Here's the next round, Major. Looks like I was just in time, too.”
Jasper answered him, then I felt like I was sucking on air. There was a stroke on my cheek as Peter offered tenderly, “Hold on just a minute for us, Kitten. We need to get you switched to full bag.”
I weakly nodded, then there was a new scent under my nose. As soon as the scent registered, I greedily started drinking again.
Over the next while, during the time Jasper and Peter kept feeding me the bags, I heard several voices softly talking at different points. It was hard to concentrate on anything specific with how weak I was, but I knew I was safe with my mates. I was still so very tired... utterly exhausted... and really just wanted to stop drinking so I could fall asleep.
Jasper was instantly in front of me, telling me, “Not yet, Sweet Girl. Please. You can't sleep until you are full to the bursting point. If you fall asleep before then, we might not get you back. We already almost lost you twice... please don't leave us. Just stay awake for us until you're full, then I promise you can rest.”
I nodded slightly while blinking my eyes rapidly a few times. The thought of leaving Jasper and Peter frightened me, which caused my feeding to deepen in response. Peter hummed at that.
I started to back off again when I noticed a line of blood had dripped down the outside of the bag, but he shook his head, “Please don't... it's not bothering anyone here, Kitten. I promise you aren't making us uncomfortable. Just keep feeding all you can.”
I nodded slightly, feeding with gusto, but soon I was slowing because I felt like I was becoming extremely full. I kept feeding at a slower pace as Jasper kissed my temple, “That's right, Darlin'. Keep going until you feel like you can't take another drop. You're almost there, My Sweet Mate.”
I was able to take another slow 5 mouthfuls before I released the bag, whispering, “No more. Too full. Tell everyone thank you for me please.”
He smiled down at me, “They heard you and know, Sug.”
He crawled up the bed on his knees with me in his arms, then turned around to lean back against the pillows. Peter laid a blanket over me as I settled against Jasper's chest, then came to curl up next to us. Char asked in a whisper as she curled a stray hair behind my ear, “Is there anything I can do?”
I nodded with a yawn before saying weakly, “Please make sure that everyone gets blood. I don't want anyone to suffer because I fed near them.”
She smiled, “We already worked that out, Sweets. It's taken care of, but I'll check to make sure for you.”
Jasper spoke up then, “I want a rotation started while she rests, in case there's trouble. Have Aaron keep close to man the blood bar, because I want you close in case we need anything while she's down. Split the rest of the crew into shifts. I want three shifts for now, rotating every four hours. The perimeter and property are to be covered from all possible angles, since we still don't know about Edward and Alice's whereabouts.”
Char nodded before silently retreating from the room, but I was too exhausted to ask about what he meant. As soon as I felt Peter curl further into Jasper and me, throwing a leg over ours while placing his arm over my back, I was pulled into a peaceful sleep.
When I next woke, I heard Peter and Jasper whispering lowly to each other. They were worried about what toll all of this was going to take on my turning. I suddenly got that sick feeling as the hair on the back of my neck stood on end, causing me to growl loudly as I sat bolt upright. I dashed to the closet to pull out clothes, the threat making me push past my weakness, hissing seriously to my mates, “Northern wall! Send a team, but tell them to let him breach the wall. He's alone... a scout. We need the information he has. Do not kill him until I get what I need.”
Instantly there was a flurry of action as I pulled on a black boho top with red trim, a cream thong, a pair of fire engine red capris, and two-strap black leather slides. I met Jasper and Peter in the bedroom only a minute later. Peter picked me up so I could wrap my arms and legs around him.
It was seconds later that we heard the alarm, which was the same time we reached the crew that was downstairs. Major started barking out orders, “When they get here, you are all to take position around the prisoner. Limbs may be removed if my mate so chooses. You will not, however, hinder him from speaking or kill until she gives the order. She needs information he has, so he will live until she is satisfied with his answers. Is. That. Understood?”
I heard a chorus of, “Yes, Major,” then we all filed out to the back yard after the alarm was reset.
As soon as we reached the grassy area of the clearing out back, several people came through the trees, with two of them dragging a legless Demitri of the Volturi guard. I growled lowly as they stopped about 20 feet in front of us, then walked up and yanked his head back so he would look at me.
His eyes went wide as I growled in his face, “Is this what you wanted to see? Is this what your scared and sniveling masters told you to find out?”
He defiantly set his jaw, telling me things would be happening the hard way. My beast practically purred in my head as I let her take the reins, 'Oooh, now I get to play.'
I instinctively pulled on Major's power somehow, then looked at Demitri’s jeans as I said, “Start talking, Tracker Trash, or your balls are gonna wish they were being ripped off. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your snide ‘raping and draining the human’ remarks while I was in Volterra, Asshole.”
He didn't say a word, so Major chuckled, “Oh, this'll be fun. I don't even have to get my hands dirty. Isa, there's four to pull from, other than the two you know.”
I nodded stiffly, then tightened my hand into a fist slowly as I sent his private area a shit-ton of pain. It was the agonizing pain Jasper felt from me when he reached the house.
Demitri suddenly arched backward, screaming out brokenly. I cut off the feeling after a few seconds, “Ready to talk yet, Tracker? 'Cuz you see, I could stand here all day and do this. It makes no difference to me whether you want to do this the easy or hard way, because either way, I will get what I want in the end. The only question is, will you still have any venom left when I finally get my answers?”
Peter laughed outright, then I let my senses range out to feel for powers. I felt like all four were familiar, and I somehow just knew who was who. Ang seemed to be a teleporter, Coop felt like an energy stealer, Dom looked to be a fire starter, and Char was an omni-linguist.
I smirked at the options before pulling them all, saving what I didn't need quite yet. I snapped my fingers, looking directly at Demitri as a spark lit at my fingertips. I rolled and morphed it into a ball about three inches across, then bounced the ball lazily back and forth between my hands.
Dom smirked at me knowingly as I heard Peter chuckle, “You sure you wanna test her, Demitri? It won't end well for you.”
Demitri hissed defiantly, “Sie ist nichts als ein bißchen menschlich Blutbeutel. Sie mag geführt haben Salon Tücken, aber Sie hat null zünftig Potenz. Sie war schwach un Volterra, und sie ist schwach nun jetzt.”
(Translation: She is nothing but a little human bloodbag. She may have parlor tricks, but she has no real power. She was weak in Volterra, and she is weak now.)
Major growled menacingly as the German-to-English translation automatically came to me. I giggled in response, “That's what I’ve been waiting for... now I get to have some fun. Dom, would you be so kind as to hand me that wayward leg, please?”
He smirked devilishly as he brought the leg to me, then I bent down in front of Demitri. “I think you need to watch your tongue, Tracker. See, it's not very nice to talk shit about people you don't know... and you. Don't. Fucking. Know me. Every time your mouth utters something bad about me, instead of giving me the answers I want, I'm going to have some fun. Want to see how I have fun, Tracker? I think I'll start with this.”
I stood back up before holding the fireball to the detached end of his leg, then chuckled loudly as it lit and his scream pierced the air. I added an extra dose of agonizing pain by making it feel like his spine was being ripped out. He let out a shrieking wail when it took hold.
I let the spine ripping pain go as soon as the leg was half ash, then Demitri watched in horror while the rest of his leg disintegrated. I brushed my hands off, then smirked at Demitri, “Now what was that about parlor tricks? Does that mean that you didn't just watch me make your leg go poof and turn to ash? I'd start talking before the other one gets torched, Asswipe.”
Demitri didn't say a word, so I coughed before holding my hand out. Someone I didn't know placed the leaking appendage in my hand, causing Demitri to hiss, “Te jälkisäädös maksu ajaksi nyt kuluva, te hölmö vähäinen määrä sotkea. He jälkisäädös hankkia sinun johtaa ajaksi nyt kuluva. Te hankkia ei mallikelpoinen joka te aari naida avulla.”
(Translation: You will pay for this, you stupid little bitch. They will have your head for this. You have no idea who you are fucking with.)
Char's growl was even more menacing this time, with one of the crew not being very far behind. I smirked at my mates when the Finnish-to-English translation came to me, just as Char quietly explained to them what was said. “Oh, that's two. I get to play again, Major. Does it hurt worse if I make it burn from the inside out?”
Major gave me a smirk, replying, “It sure does, Isa. Just try to control the burn rate, so that the little bastard’s torture is drawn out.”
I did as he said, concentrated, then saw a glow light within the leg near the knee. The glow slowly began taking over more area as the flame spread from the knee toward either end.
Demitri’s howls and gut-wrenching sobs echoed loudly around the clearing, making me snicker as I kicked him in the ribs, “Shoulda fuckin’ listened.”
When the leg was gone, he slumped, but was clearly still not ready to talk. I hummed, “Time for a new tactic, I think. Oh, I know. How about I teleport your balls to the rings of Saturn? You won't be needing them, what with no leg strength to give that extra ummph during a great fuck, so why not get rid of them? I'd be doing you a favor, you know... after the initial pain, of course.”
He looked at me skeptically, but Ang tried to warn him, “Oh, she'll do it, Demitri. Don't doubt that one bit. I'd start talking if I were you. Try to save whatever dignity you still have.”
All of a sudden it felt like there were 20 people chattering away in my brain, which had me fighting my instinct to cover my ears. Edward.
I hurriedly turned to Major, whispering almost inaudibly in his ear as I blocked out the chatter, “Send some of the crew. I just all of a sudden got the use of Edward's power. I need to know if he's near.”
Major nodded with a kiss to my lips, then sent four of the crew out to search the property. I turned back to Demitri as I said, “I've given you enough time to make a decision, Tracker. What will it be? Start talking, or your balls go on a permanent bye-bye to Saturn.”
He spat toward my feet, missing by a few inches, then hissed, “Þú vilja aldrei fá a orð út af mig. Þú hafa neitun hugmynd hvaða er tilkoma fyrir þú. Þeir vildi gera mikill verri til mig en þú alltaf, þú kunta. ÉG gera ekki jafnvel sjá hvaða þeir vilja með þú. Þú ert ómerkingur hluti a gagnslaus hóra.”
(Translation: You will never get a word out of me. You have no idea what is coming for you. They would do much worse to me than you ever could, you cunt. I do not even see what they want with you. You are nothing but a useless whore.)
Major and Captain looked at me expectantly when Char menacingly hissed and delivered a beautiful cracking kick to the side of Demitri's head, so I recapped what Demitri had said in Icelandic, “He said I'd never get a word from him, I have no idea what's coming for me, they would do much worse to him than I ever could, plus he didn't even see what they wanted with me. Oh, and as to Char's reaction, that was because he called me a cunt and a useless whore.”
Growls erupted around the clearing as I stepped close to Demitri. “Tracker, you seem not to have been told a few things. Either that, or you're absolutely daft. Let me fill you in on a few very important tidbits, m'kay? Those two right there? That's the Major and Captain. Boys why don't you remove your shirts for a minute? Show Demitri how utterly brainless his thinking was.”
They both stripped their shirts off, and I couldn’t help but hum as the crew's eyes all dropped. Demitri's eyes went wide, so I got back on task, “Oh, are you starting to realise? The blonde... Major... he's the fucking God Of War, you trash heap. The Captain is his right hand. You've already called their female mate a bloodbag, a bitch, a whore, and a cunt, on top of talking openly about raping and draining her. I'd venture to say your sniveling little masters didn't warn you about them, did they? Oh, don't think they had no idea... they fucking knew alright.”
Edward's gift tickled at my mind, so I focused in on what Demitri was thinking. It was jumbled with pain, but I could catch a few things after I noticed his thoughts were all in Greek.
'Edward and that damn seer told me it would all go well... fucking liars. The masters will be irate when they find out that she's already found her mates and that they're the famed Southern War ones. There was never a way for me to get to her, to take her to the master... not with them as her mates... and especially not when they've claimed her.'
After a second I got up, “Time for the next round. You've royally pissed them the fuck off, Brainless Wonder, so as I see it... you have exactly 5 seconds to talk before your balls go bye-bye.”
Ang was kind enough to do the countdown for me while smirking at Demitri. When he didn't fess over anything else, I held my hand out, squeezed as I looked toward his groin, then pictured his balls going to Saturn's rings.
His howls erupted in the clearing, so I focused Edward's gift on him again.
'Don't tell her... don't tell her that they were working for the Volturi. Mind reader and seer... under cover. Supposed to watch for the coming... holy fuck... fuckfuckfuck... coming of the most powerful siphon to ever to exist. Wants all that power... masters would never be defeated... shit, do not speak a fucking word!'
I had what I needed now, so I backed up to let my mates take over, “I've gotten what I need, Major. I know you and Captain want a crack at him for his disrespect, so I'll just sit with Char and Aaron on the patio.”
He looked down at me, kissed my lips lightly, then said, “Make sure they help you. You're still recuperating.”
I nodded while waving Char and Aaron over, then looped my arms through theirs. They guided me toward the patio, but I didn't have the chance to sit before Demitri's shrieking screams reverberated through the clearing again.
They got me comfortable on one of the loungers, then both sat on the patio on either side of me. I was exhausted, but I knew I needed to stay awake to tell them what was going on. “Thank you both. I haven't had the chance to say anything yet, but you guys have been so good to me. You barely know anything about me, yet you've been helping me like I've known you as long as they have. Please understand that it means a lot to me, after everything that's happened.”
They both took one of my hands, then squeezed gently as more howls and sobs echoed toward us.
