The Omen of the Crow

Chapter 6

    "Who are you?!" He demanded, his aura engulfing me.

    "I don't know. I can't recall who I am, all I know is I am immortal." I sneered as I glared at him with hatred.

    "Bullshit!" He roared, tearing his bloodstained shirt off displaying his muscular built. 

    "I don't know who I am." I said eerily calm, trying to convince him. In truth I didn't know who I was, I had no idea who my family was before I was taken. I couldn't remember anymore anyway. Another wave of pain hit my stomach and I recoiled in pain trying to push it back.

    Rickon bent down to offer his hand, I reluctantly took it knowing I was getting nowhere in this fight. "I am not your enemy Tegan, but I will not back down regardless of the consequences." He said in his dominant voice as if his word was law. I spat at the ground as I looked at him making sure he knew how I felt. I pushed him away walking towards the door and to my chambers.

    When I was in my room I roared and yelled throwing whatever my hands touched. "No one outsmarts a crow!!! No one challenges this crow!!" My eyes were red with rage as I destroyed everything in my room. I was becoming unhinged, I had to bring back my composure somehow. I huffed and I puffed as I tried to calm myself down, but lately it seemed my anger had been amplified by three fold. I looked out the window itching at my skin as I felt it writhe around my muscles.

    My door opened and Rickon burst in, only to look disgusted by the wreckage in my room. I had flipped my bed over in anger breaking it in half. He closed his eyes letting out a huge sigh as he rubbed his temples. "Get out!" I shouted throwing anything near me at him. He dodged every single object until I ran out of things to throw. I was furious!

    "Control yourself." He said calmly, looking around the room. "What will the pack think?" He joked but I rushed out to punch him before he could let out a  laugh. He smoothly avoided my punch and pushed me so I would trip and fall. "Your letting your anger cloud your rationality." His voice sounding wary now. I hated him!

    I felt another wave of nausea hit me and I bent over throwing up once again. My body went limp suddenly drained from all my energy, what was happening? Rickon bent down and scooped me up gently but swiftly, his warmth disturbingly comforted me. "Transformation phase can be exhausting, you need rest." He whispered. 

    He took me back to his room and closed the door.

    He laid me down in his bed, after a while I tried to stand but I felt no strength on my side. I slumped into the bed defeated, wanting this ordeal to be over already. He helped me take off my clothes which made me feel uncomfortable. "Don't reject me I have already seen you naked Tegan." He said with a smile, only making me push him away more. Being naked never made me feel uncomfortable, lust was not an emotion we were allowed to have, we never thought of nakedness as a form of want.

    I pulled the covers over my body feeling heavy all of a sudden. How could I stop this transformation? As my thoughts raced from the cons to the pros of having this virus in my body I failed to notice Rickon slipping in next to me until his hand touched my face. I looked over in annoyance only to see him naked as well. I had no desire for such things, such mortal things.

    I looked at him indifferently, repulsed by his barbaric behavior. I slapped his hand away with the last of my energy. I slumped down on the bed as tired as one could be, the most tired I had ever been. I stared at the ceiling as I began to drift away. I felt warmth cover my body and I felt weight press down on me. I flickered my eyes open to see Rickon was on top of me looking at me with a smile in his face. He kissed my lips and I once again I felt like throwing up but I didn't have the energy for that either.

    I felt his hands go up and down the sides of me as he kissed my neck. My heart was racing, this wasn't right. I felt one of his rough hands make its way between my legs, I tried to close my legs but he effortlessly pushed them apart. Anger built up inside of me knowing where his thoughts were. I felt his fingers inside of me and I screamed internally wanting nothing but to rip his throat out.

    "You are beautiful Tegan. I know you have years in you, but how did you go so long with out these pleasures. Did destiny save you just for me." He whispered into my ear. Destiny? She was a jester in my life at this point. I slightly moved under him trying to get away but he pressed down on me, pinning me. "Tegan please I need you to understand we are stuck together, I can't resist and you cant leave." He nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck and bit down, I gasped at the pain which subsided after a few seconds.

    "Let go Tegan." He whispered kissing my earlobe. Not with you not with a mutt, I thought. As he relished in the moment I gripped at the sheets, not wanting or caring to succumb to these types of things. He pulled on my hair as I closed my eyes not wanting to give into it. I felt a pain again as I had the night he ravished my body and attacked me. I was breathing in shallow breathes as the night went on and he continued his advances. He held on to the bed frame with one hand and the other on my shoulder, I gripped the sheets so hard I thought I would rip them. 

    Every now and then I would feel a pool of warmth in the pit of my stomach build up, making me feel as if I was on a cloud up high. My body buzzed with new emotions, a cold sweat broke through my body as my temperature rose. I had never known such carnal things, to me this was all foreign. I tried pulling my legs from underneath me but he reached down to pull my legs apart again and squeezed them hard warning me no to try that again. I stopped resisting after a while, it wasn't so bad after all.

    When he had had enough he covered me in kisses before he rolled over with an arm over me. I was breathing hard, I was full of unknown emotions but the strongest one by far was anger, the second was an unknown feeling to me. 

    Finally I drifted off and fell into a deep slumber, for that  I was thankful.

    When I awoke the next morning I shot up immediately, the events of last night still etched into my memory. I pulled the covers over me and I looked over only to notice that Rickon had gone, had it been a nightmare after all? I got up wincing as I felt sore thighs. When I lifted the covers off my legs I saw bruises on either side of outer thighs where Rickon had gripped onto them. I scowled in anger realizing it hadn't been a nightmare after all.

I would find a way to kill him, without mercy. I wrapped the sheet over me, but before leaving I looked back to see blood stains on the bed. 

 I punched the wall in anger and rushed to my bedroom for a shower.