Kasadya (Hellhound Awakened) (19 page)

“Well done Draco, your pet is indeed something to look at,” a guy said on my left, and I turned to look at him. Standing there was a very hot guy in black leather pants, with a loose white shirt hanging open, exposing his chest. He had blonde hair falling down past his shoulders and pitch black eyes. Next to him were three others, also two males and a female. It was the female that caught my attention; beautiful with long black hair, black eyes, and two horns sticking out of her head, she wore something that was supposed to look like a goddess dress, but she failed miserably. Her breasts were hanging out for everyone to see. Clearly, the word decency has no meaning here.

The hot guy walked up to us, and started to walk in a circle around me. He was looking me up and down. The moment I felt him at my back, I slammed my wings shut to my back, keeping them safe and away from him. I turned around following him, alert and ready. As he circled me, I felt a tingle along my skin. He was powerful, and his power moved over my skin turning up the tingle.

“It is fascinating to see such a beautiful creature in battle, you found a treasure indeed.”

“Thank you, my lord,” Draco replied from behind me, very pleased as this guy’s words. I could hear the excitement in his voice.

“That doesn’t mean she will last long enough to take on Caim, she will most likely die in the next battle,” the female said, sneering out the words. Well I’m glad to know she doesn’t like me, because I so don’t like her. The hot guy stopped when he reached them and looked at her
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“Thalia the sound of envy is in your voice, are you perhaps jealous of Draco’s find?” he asked the female, whose eyes changed to red at the words.

“None have been able to defeat Caim in all these centuries; he is the
Bellator
and will remain so,” Thalia replied, looking at me to carry over the statement. I just kept looking at her emotionless.

“Your pet is no hellhound, Thalia. They are born to destroy,” Draco said smiling at her, and pissing her off even more.

“Be that as it may, she lacks his years of experience. She will fail, mark my words Draco,” she countered and turned around. Walking away, her hips were swaying like a cat, what a slut.

“The future will be very interesting. Come, Draco. Return your pet and join me, you have much to celebrate,” the hot guy said and walked off, the other two following. I turned to look at Draco, who was smiling like a school boy after his first kiss.

“Come, my little hellhound.” He offered me his hand; I took it just to get away from all the demons around me. They were becoming too much, the moment the hot guy turned around the crowd started up the noise, howls, screams and growling erupted so loud I couldn’t think. We shifted back to my prison and the moment we hit ground I pulled my hand from him, backing away, keeping my fallen body to take him on.

“You have done well my little hound, and you will bring me absolute power,” he said walking slowly towards me. I went into defense and made myself ready to kick his ass. Seeing that I was preparing for a fight, he stopped and looked at me.

“I can bring you pleasure beyond your dreams, make you a queen.”

“I’ll rather die,” I replied.

He moved for me, damn fast. I grabbed his arm which was reaching for me, turned it toward his back, moved him away from me, and slammed him into the wall. He struggled, but I had him pinned against the wall, he’s going nowhere.

“Release me or she will die!” he yelled, his face pressed up against the wall.

“You will release both of us now, or I’ll rip your head off with my bare hands,” I replied calmly, keeping my composure.

“You have much to learn my little hound,” he growled and transformed into his demon body. I felt the bronze cuffs around my wrist starting to burn me. I tried to push away the pain and hold him, but I could smell my flesh burning beneath them. The pain was unbearable, growing more painful by the second; I released him and backed away, rubbing the two shackles and trying to relieve the burning. I looked up just in time to see him slam into me, taking me down to the floor. I felt the ground and brought up my hands in defense, but it was too late, his head was already at my throat and I felt the sting of his fangs.

After the stinging I felt myself starting to go numb, he was paralyzing me. Distressed, I struggled to get him off, but with no success, he was sucking up my blood like a leech. I felt my strength draining out of me, and knew I was in big freaking trouble. Then he flew off me grabbing his mouth, my own blood spraying all over my face. Dazed I rubbed it off, and pressed my hand on the spot he bit into, trying to stop the bleeding. He was going down on his knees, still holding his mouth, but screaming now.

Numb, I just lay there looking at him. He bent forward on all fours and I could see in his face that he was in pain; good I hope you die from my blood. He lifted his head and looked at me furious. I saw his mouth was now bleeding on its own, and smiled at him, pleased the prick got some payback. He shifted out and left me there on the floor.

After a long time I felt the numbness leaving my body, my strength and will returning to me slowly. When I felt strong enough, I got up and walked slowly to the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw that my entire face was smudged with my blood, the wound at my neck having bled out leaving my shirt stained with blood, clearly not charmed enough for blood stains.

I turned around and started to remove my clothes. When they were off, I walked over to the shower and opened the knobs, hoping to hell that clean water would be in them. Clear water sprung from the showerhead, and I placed my hand under the spray to feel if it was warm. Yip, some luck for the day.

I got in and started to rinse the blood and filth of me. In the mirror I could see my entire face was covered by dirt. Opening my eyes I could see two bottles, so I reached for one and opened it, pressed my nose close and drew in my breath; the scent of a honey mixture running up to my nose. Thank God some hope still remains, and I turned the bottle over and pushed some into my hand. I washed my hair and then my body, everywhere my hand went I could feel the pain from the fight taking hold in my muscles.

After the shower I got out and found towels in a cupboard. I toweled down and walked over to the closet. Struggling to find something suitable to wear, I went through the clothes. I found underwear and a soft black tank top, then at the back a pair of yoga pants. Dressed in black, I went over and lay down on the bed, giving my body some rest from the long day. Thinking about the fight and everything I saw today, I found myself missing Chax’s pissed off face. Man, I would do anything to see that face again, and this time I would take his crap with a smile. I lay there thinking about all of them; Seth, Lada, and Nanini. I even thought about my parents and hoped that one day I’d get out of here and see them again, but so far things don’t look good for me.

I wonder if they were searching for us, and then remembered how they spoke of fallen taken; they never spoke of fallen returning. So this is it, my life will continue in hell until I die. I wonder if Kali is safe, unharmed, I wonder if she even knows where we ended up, and what we’re about to face in this place. Drifting into sleep with my aching body, I finally dreamed of a normal life, no fallen, no demons, no fear, just me and my wonderful dream.

Chapter 13

I don’t know how long I’ve been here, unable to tell day from night, I have lost track of time. I know it’s been a very longtime, maybe months, maybe even a year or more.

In my time here I have fought many demons, some were small some were big, but they remain ugly. With each battle I could feel myself changing, I became content and confident; the last fight only lasting a minute before I took the head. Each battle brought Draco more power, and he loved it. He doesn’t visit me anymore since he tried to suck my blood, now a guy with no voice brings me stuff and shifts me out. I must admit, I like it that way. I don’t talk much anymore, no need to. With each victory, Draco would reward me with something; clothes, iPod with awful music on it, and a lot of other stuff. The best reward was a pair of black leathers. Solid black pants without my ass hanging out anywhere, a corset type of top, but the best was the long leather jacket I got with it. These clothes have become my fighting gear, I wear them permanently. Draco arranged for the leather to be super charmed. They could not stop a blow, but when it comes to claws and stuff they could not rip, helping me to protect my skin.

Draco and the other hot guy, whose name I still don’t know and I don’t want to, can’t keep their eyes of me when I wear them. But with each fight they became warier of me, so they don’t try anything with me, for now. The other guy with the long blond hair has also become more guarded around me, not circling me anymore when he comes to talk to Draco. Now he just stands there from a distance and looks at me. But I can see the hunger in his eyes. It won’t be long now, that’s for sure, and I can’t wait; I want to test my new found skills.

I have become what one can only call a killing machine, where the fights started out as a curse; they now have become my quest. Every time I took one of their heads, pleasure would fill me; yeah a killing machine, a true Hellhound. With each fight Thalia would become more enraged at Draco, especially me. At least we agree on one thing, we hate each other. The more I see her, the less clothes she has on. The last time I could even see her entire package, making her a total slut.

But I could also see her concern, she saw what everyone else saw; I was becoming more powerful by the day. I pushed my fallen beyond its limits, making it work for me to stay alive. The moment the head roll’s, I look at the crowd. Challenging them, taunting them to come and try me. Draco said I was in bloodlust, and he loves it. Prick.

Standing in the mirror I no longer see a little girl. No, in the mirror was a woman now; strong and in charge. A fight for survival has a funny way of sculpting a person, some grow weak and submit to their defeat, others like me evolve and become the very thing we tried to survive.

Bending my head down, I slipped into my leathers. I watched my legs, no longer skinny and lean, but powerful and well built. Then I put on my top, watching my stomach, which was now a rock solid six-pack. Then my hair, up in a pony; the fancy twist one Nanini showed me once.

Next, my jacket; reaching to the floor it complimented the whole picture, giving me the bad ass look. Wonder what Chax would say if he saw me now. Yeah, I’ll even scare the hell out of him I think. And that’s just fine with me; nobody will ever push me around again. I turned around and walked to my bed, my skull cracker boots waiting to be put on.

I gave them the name after I cracked the skull of a demon in a fight, it felt wonderful. I slipped them on and waited. Soon. It was time to end all this, today will be it. The mute guy shifted in waiting for me. I got up and walked over to him, taking his hand. My favorite cell came into view, iron bars and all, and of course Draco waiting for me. I knew when I came here another demon was about to die by my hand.

I don’t look at the other cell anymore, because it didn’t bother me anymore. I’ve outlived everything that ever was in it, so who gives a damn. Standing there, I looked at Draco as he circled around me, keeping my eyes in front; he’s too scared to try me, and I knew it.

“What a beautiful female you have become hellhound,” he said from behind me. After a few fights he stopped calling me his little hellhound, now I’m just hellhound. Perfect. I remained silent as always, pissing him off, so he came to stand in front of me.

“Give in to me,
bellus,
” he demanded, his eyes moving over my torso; in your dreams demon, I’d rather take your head. I just stood there, looking him in the eyes with my no bull face. He knows what awaits him, but damn too chicken to try.

“What a pity, you were made to be with a god,” he went on while still looking at me. Yeah, he now thinks he is a god because he got a power boost.

My opponent and his master shifted into the cell next door. I just kept my eyes on Draco waiting for him to make a move, not interested in my opponent because we will soon meet. I’ve learned that Draco is what demon’s considered my master, and I was known as his pet. Stupid demons couldn’t even come up with something else.

“Well now, Draco, are you ready to part with your pet today?” Thalia asked from my left. Draco turned to look at her. I just went over to sit on my chair, not interested in their little showoffs.

“My poor, Thalia. I will take you to my bed and caress your heartache, I promise,” he replied, and I almost burst out laughing. Man that would be like putting fuel on an open fire, the two will kill each other before submitting to the one.

“How do the humans put it? Famous last words, Draco,” she fired back at him.

“We will see, Thalia. Your pet’s time is over, and so is yours,” he countered, returning to stand in front of me
.
“Your weapons,” he said, giving me my two best friends; they have brought me far and I took them from him to start my ritual. He then shifted out, leaving me to my playtime and Thalia with her pet.

“Kill her Caim, or you will regret it,” Thalia said and I felt the air move from her shift. I went to work. Some time, during the battles, I created my own ritual. Taking my swords, I would sit here sharpening them on a slab stone, making sure they were perfect. It also drove my opponents crazy seeing me do it. I slide the first sword over the slab and then felt it, my fingers sliding over the blade to ensure it was perfect, no rough edges; perfection for a perfect kill.

“How did they get their hands on you hellhound?” the demon asked from next door. I just ignored him and continued on; no use in wasting my breath. This ritual drove all of them insane, by the time we get into the arena they would try to run, some even cried. I love it; it makes me calm, enabling me to collect that part of me for the fight.

“Look at me hellhound!” he yelled at me. I just smiled and went on playing.