Toxic, K.B. Torres [read with me .txt] 📗

went back through a door.
"Why do you work at a bar? Is it all downworlders? Or are there mundanes?" I asked.
"No. Obscure de la Luna is for downworlders. But mundanes see it as a restaurant called...Uh...we did it as Chili's. The downworlders usually blend in. Mostly Wolves. With a capitol 'W'." Felix said.
I grabbed a hair bob from my pocket and pulled my hair in a bun.
"Wait, before you go do whatever the hell you need to do that involves taking me with, let me put on makeup. I can't risk being seen like this." I said, gesturing to my malnourished appearance.
"I think you look beautiful without makeup." Felix whispered.
I went stiff. He was too close to me again. I could smell the strong manly smell of cologne on him.
"I-I-I'm going to go put on makeup." I stuttered, turning.
I ran down the hall for a couple minutes, and then straight into a pair of arms.
"Gotcha." Damien said.
"Damien-" I started shriek, but he clasped a hand over my mouth, muffling my words. His hand tasted like cologne, causing me to gag and cough.
"Come on." Damien growled, dragging me into a room. The room was dark, and again, it might as well just be an empty room, since I couldn't make out any personal features.
Damien shoved me on the bed, climbing on too. He straddled my legs with his, gripping my shoulders.
"Let go of me!" I shrieked, wriggling.
"Shut up and stop moving." Damien growled.
"What do you want?" I asked, shaking in a scared shock.
"Shut up." He growled.
He let go of my shoulders and reached for the button on my pants.
"Stop it!" I screamed, shoving him off of me. Damien went flying back and hit the wall, then dropped to the ground, clutching his stomach.
"Bitch." Damien growled, getting back up. I scrambled up, but Damien was already there, pushing me back down on the bed. It was then I realized, he was out of his waitor uniform, and just in an undershirt and boxers. I flushed.
"Just cooperate and it won't be as difficult." Damien whispered, unzipping my pants.
"Stop it! What did I do to be tortured like this?" I cried.
"Tortured?

Us Wolves never get any fun with other species, but the vamps and warlocks go fooling around with mundanes. Just this one time I want to have the same right as them. At this point, it doesn't matter how you look. You could be ugly and I'd still do you." Damien growled, sounding horrified.
He pulled my pants down and off, revealing my frilly underwear. Damien got to my shirt and practically ripped it off along with my bra, his hands exploring my breasts. I pushed at him, crying for him to leave me alone, to let me go, and I barely gasped before Damien had me naked. He then started at his shirt. I heard a door slam open, and Damien barely had time to gasp before Felix threw him off of me. I felt tears stream down my face as I pulled my underwear on, covering my chest. I found my bra, throwing it on, before putting my shirt on, ending with my pants.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!" Felix yelled at both Damien and me.
"I-I...H-he..." I said, my voice whimpering and high.
Almost simultaneously, Damien said, "I-I...Master, I-I...I'm in big trouble aren't I."
Felix didn't reply, instead, he just punched Damien in the face, causing Damien to stagger back. That slightly made me feel better, after being molested and nearly raped.
He came over to me and said softly, "Come with me."
I just got up and ran. I didn't know nor care where I went, but I ended up in a corner, sobbing, my head in my tear-damped hands.
What seemed like a few moments later, Felix was scooping me up and hugging me, making soothing noises, and stroking my hair.
"H-he was trying to rape me. I didn't mean to run into him. I want to go home." I sobbed.
"It's okay, I'll deal with him. Just, don't leave." Felix said.
"Master, I uh...WHO IS THAT?!" A female voice said.
I looked over to see a girl with neon green hair and black eyes. Her skin was pale, and she was about the same height as me. She wore acid wash skinny jeans and a baggy black shirt.
"Rhiannon, this is Anastasia, Anastasia, this is my sister, Rhiannon." Felix said, sounding vaguely annoyed by Rhiannon.

Felix

"What is she, a Pup?" Rhiannon asked.
"No." I said.
"Then why is she here?" Rhiannon asked.
She was so thick-headed. Wasn't it obvious? How I feel about Anastasia? With her hair like cherry red flames, and her eyes...What? Why am I thinking about her like that? I can have any female wolf I want with just a snap of my fingers, but all I saw was Anastasia. I found it ironic how that school she went to worked. Alpha. Was that some sort of joke from heaven itself? Or is it an opportunity. I am allowed to have any Alpha or Beta female, but it was never specific. If Anastasia is considered an Alpha, would it be okay? I sure hope so. A whistle broke my train of thought and I saw Anastasia waving a hand in front of my face.
"Hello? Earth to boy, you in there? Rhiannon is asking you something." She was saying. Her voice was smooth as ambrosia, and as sweet sounding as honey.
"What? Sorry. Rhiannon, what?" I said, letting go of Anastasia's waist.
"Nothing." Rhiannon smirked, turning around and walking away.
"So..." Anastasia said.
I don't know what happened next, but the next thing I knew, I was kissing Anastasia, her hands trying to unbutton my shirt.
Someone cleared their throat. It was Damien.
"So, I can't do that, but you can?! Fucked up, man." Damien growled.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch. You didn't even ask for my permission!" Anastasia growled, pulled away. Damien smirked, his eyes lingering on her chest.
Anastasia had her shirt off, her bra visible to Damien.
"Crap." Anastasia muttered, covering her chest with her arms, her head buried in my chest.
"Here." I said, grabbing an extra jacket and handing it to her.
"Well, I give up, since she has already decided. Just remember be careful tonight, or any night." Damien said, his smirk still pasted on his face.
I looked at the clock. 6:30 PM.
At 6:25 PM, the pack closes the shop, piling into the ball room, waiting for my orders. They know if I don't come, there is no orders.
"The pack's work day is over. Let's go meet them." I said.
I helped Anastasia into her shirt, before taking her to the ball room. The Pups, usually offspring from other Wolves, were running around, changing from Pup to kid, laughing and being total kids. The parents were talking with friends, laughing and glancing at their offspring. When I walked in, they fell silent. Anastasia didn't come in, leaning into the doorway, just watching with yellow eyes. A pair of children were playing tag. A child bumped into me, falling on his butt. He was about nine, with shaggy blonde hair and golden eyes. He was an average kid, the son of Rhiannon and her mate, Claude. James, I think the child's name is. I helped him up, gesturing for him to run back Rhiannon.
"Listen up." The quiet chatter went dead silent. "As you know we found a shifter with the vampires, and thanks to Damien, she fell ill. She has awakened and if we are lucky, we can have a...Surprise for the unwanted dens we have here in LA. But, first, we need to get a few answers. Who is willing to look after her. I'd prefer it be a female. I don't trust you guys, thanks to Damien." I said, my voice strong and loud. Several female hands went up.
Odessa, Avis, Penelope, Naomi, Ophelia, Phoebe, Millicent, Leta, and Avril raised their hands. I trusted most of them, ruling Avril, Leta, Millicent, and Avis out. That leaves Odessa, Penelope, Naomi, Ophelia, and Phoebe. All would be fine to teach, but which is good for Anastasia. Then, I realized. A plan formed and worded it self before I could stop it.
"Why don't you choose for yourself?" I called to Anastasia, who paled.
She didn't come forward, and her voice was barely audible.
"The one with the short blonde hair." She said, pointing at Naomi.
"Very well." I said, sounding formal.
There were not so quiet comments when Anastasia finally came in the room.
"Oh, she's pretty. Not fair that Damien ruined this for us."
"Is that a scar on her neck? A VAMP BITE?! "
"No, both a Vamp and a Wolf."
"THAT must be how Damien ruined it for us guys. He bit her."
"Damn, she looks upset."

Anastasia flushed, looking at me instead of the Wolves, when I realized. She's TOO likeable, but who cares?
I sighed, frustrated.
"That is all." I said, when the whispers quieted.
They all went over to the door where Anastasia stood, glancing at her as they went out.
James, my nephew, looked up at Anastasia and asked a question that I never thought anyone would ask Anastasia.
"Is uncle Felix your Mate? Are you going to have children? A lot of the little girls thought you were too pretty for Felix." James said, looking up at Anastasia.
The Wolves blocked her in, eager for her answer. Even the Pups were listening. Anastasia flushed, but got down on her knees, ruffling James's hair. She touched him like an older sister would, or a mother, and was very motherly when she talked.
"No, no I'm not. But, what might your name be? Is Rhiannon your mother?" Anastasia grinned, continuing to mess with James's hair.
"My name is James. Yeah, Rhiannon is my mommie. She's got cool hair, like you. I want cool hair like mommie's and yours." James said, grinning back at Anastasia.
"Why don't you find your mom, see what she says about that. Tell her I say hi." She laughed, letting James hug her and go off to find Rhiannon.
A LOT of the males gawked at Anastasia, their mouthes slack. I swear, just imagine a thousand Damiens, but with different appearances. I understood why they looked at her like that, I mean, she'd make a good Mate and mother.
She flashed a grin in my direction, before walking off. I believe she was looking for James and Rhiannon. The Wolves and Pups left, some happy and some disappointed by Anastasia's answer to James's question. I left last, literally running into Anastasia.
"I'm sorry about James. He's Rhiannon's child. I swear, if that kid takes after Damien, I might pass out." I apologized.
"No need. I've had worse situations that that." Anastasia said, shrugging nonchalantly.
It's official, Anastasia's my type.
"I gotta go through those letters." I groaned, flashing back to the letters Keva dropped off before changing my mind. "Or...we can go to my room."
I held out my hand. Anastasia groaned, but took my hand.


Emmanuel

7 1/2 days after Anastasia was kidnapped:

What did I do? Now, I had to go on a date with Desdemona. I did it, and she showed us to a mundie restaurant, Chilis. It was closed, the lights off, the door locked.
"Dess, we said for you to take us to the Wolves. Not to Chilis." Juliet growled.
"This is the Wolves’ hideout. My family are werewolves remember? Rhiannon, Felix, Damien, Samuel, and Naomi, remember? They live here." Desdemona snapped.
"Can you get us in?" I asked.
"Of course." Desdemona said, she put a set of keys in the back door and it opened.
"Looking for a specific person babe?" Dess asked, her hands