Forever Immortal

by Amelia Hutchins

  “You should just kill her for what she did to Jesse. He was one of the good ones. She doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as us after she murdered him.” I blinked, confused over his words, but then realized the hunters would have had to say something to get away with this.

  “Don’t get all emotional. What we have planned for her is worse than death. She will be nothing but a womb and pussy that are used, often. In fact, she’s to be my new personal whore.”

  I blinked at his words, wondering what he’d look like bleeding out. I was roughly picked up, my arms yanked forward as he lifted me, chucking me over his shoulder as his hand slid over my ass.

  This is what Cian wanted to happen? He’d allowed me to be sent here, knowing they intended to rape me, breed me, and harvest my eggs to create offspring they could control. Nausea pushed through me as pain twisted in my chest. I didn’t know if he was even close to me, or if he could see that the asshole was touching me, defiling me. I couldn’t even cry out because the gag was pushing against my throat, preventing me from making sound, and crying, as I had learned long ago, made the pain so much worse than it already was. His fingers grazed the flesh between my thighs and the man next to him grunted, staring at his hand and what he was doing to me.

  “You’re going to let us watch, right?” the man asked, his eyes black as midnight as his smiled, revealing missing canines. The rest of his teeth looked black in the shadows of the night, but not even the stars dared touch that ugliness with their light. My face hit against his shoulder repeatedly, until I knew it would be bruised. His finger pushed into my center, and I gagged against the mechanism that kept me from throwing up all over him.

  “Don’t I always?” he chuckled as he withdrew from my body and slapped my ass before rubbing it. My eyes closed as everything inside me succumbed to the poison, knowing that I couldn’t fight it forever, or them.

  I should have known that the elders would have given them the formula to keep me weakened, to keep me helpless. They’d sent me in to die, and I wasn’t sure they understood how zeroed-in this formula was. It literally left me weak for days after it was injected.

  It made questions fill my mind, to know what they’d done to me when I’d been oblivious to the world. Unable to register what was happening to me. What if they’d already taken from me what they now wanted? Rage and helplessness was a strange bedfellow. One I loathed and hated with everything within me.

  My eyes grew heavy as I stared at the ground, watching the pools of water that reflected the stars. Stars needed the darkness to shine, and it took a shit load of it to make them stand out in the darkened night. My vision blurred as consciousness slipped from me.

  Chapter 16

  I awoke to more pain as something pushed through my stomach. I bucked against the hands that held me down and lifted my head, watching as a needle was withdrawn. I was naked, bared to the men who watched the scientist with messy hair and coke-bottle glasses as he pushed the contents into a Petri dish. He tossed the needle aside and then shook his head.

  “She is not in heat, we need to start the injections to force her to begin her cycle,” he mused as he produced another needle and pushed it into a glass bottle before I was turned and it was pushed into my ass cheek. Several more sharp pricks burned against my derriere before the hands lessened their hold on me. “Place her with the others, and Brad, no fucking her until she has finished ovulating, and her eggs are harvested. We need to push her into it, and as a siren, if she isn’t fully in heat, she won’t ovulate. I want her eggs as soon as possible to harvest, and then you can play with her as you wish, as long as you are careful.”

  “Fuck you, I won the right to have her,” Brad snapped angrily.

  “Need I remind you that winning her only included having her after we’d harvest enough eggs to breed a few of her offspring. The others won’t be old enough to do so for some time, which means she will be the only one who can. I need her whole to create as many offspring as Falcon has requested.”

  “That’s bullshit and you know it. I beat the others fair and square to fuck this whore first.”

  “She’s not a whore; in fact, she’s never been touched, can’t you smell it? Her sweet flesh, untried by man? I have watched this female since the moment she was taken from her mother’s womb, and I’ve studied her on several occasions. There is little about Isadora that I’m not privy to. So while you may have won the right to be the first male who has her, it will be when I say she can be taken. She is, after all, like a daughter to me.”

  Everything inside of me stilled as I listened to his words. He’d taken me from my mother’s womb and studied me? How many times had I woken from the poison to find multiple contusions or pinholes in my flesh? More than I could count, and now I knew why. I turned to look at him, noting the wild black hair and pinprick pupils that studied me before a soft smile played across his tight mouth.

  “Good morning, child,” he muttered. “I’m sorry you were so roughly handled by the men, but you are quite the warrior, and we couldn’t chance you opening that lethal mouth of yours. Brad, secure her with the others so that she is in line for more of the injections, and don’t hurt her. I need her body to believe it is safe quickly so that it is ovulating without unneeded stress.”

  I watched the doctor as he moved to the end of the table and withdrew a light, baby blue gown that he tossed to Brad. “Dress her; her body will lure the mortals to it, and her prized virginity would be wasted among them.”

  “My pleasure,” he growled as he grabbed my arm painfully, pulling me up until I swayed against him. My head dropped to his chest as he pushed my arms through the sleeveless gown, righting it but not before he pinched my nipple until a scream of pain bubbled from deep in my chest. “That will be nothing compared to the pain I will give you as I ruin your face as I fuck you. You don’t need to be pretty or whole to ovulate. Are you excited yet, Isadora? I am,” he growled as he rubbed his cock against me, and I frowned, noting the lack of it. Compared to Cian, this creature had a tiny prick, which was probably why he got off on hurting women.

  I was carried out of the room, into a larger one that had women lined up around the walls, hanging in chains. My eyes widened as I took in the sheer number of them as they lifted inhuman eyes to mine. This was insane. The mass amount of immortal women who hung helplessly made my stomach churn as I watched in silence as others were brought in and chained, as one was pulled down and placed onto a table.

  Men in white lab-coats pushed needles into women, while others pushed one down on a bed, placing her feet into stirrups. Her mouth was covered, arms still in chains as they harvested her eggs. I turned, staring at Brad, who had allowed me to watch it unfold.

  “You be a nice siren and make that body work so Brad can play with your pussy, Isadora. Ask Hayden, I do play so nice, don’t I?” he asked a woman who lifted her disfigured face as my blood turned to ice in my veins. Her eye was missing, and multiple cuts had been stitched back together all across her face. She, unlike the others, didn’t wear a gown, but her breasts had been removed and in their place was burned, ruined, charred flesh. “I said, don’t I?” he growled as he began punching her in the stomach.

  “Brad!” a man growled. “She is ovulating, we don’t need her bleeding internally when we harvest the bitch. Afterwards, if you like, you can use her ass again. Her cunt is ruined, still. Be more careful with them, this isn’t your personal harem.”

  “She begged me for it,” he shrugged.

  “I doubt she begged you to fuck her with a machete. You’re lucky you didn’t nick her ovaries.” I threw up, gagging on it as the mask forced it to stay in my mouth before sliding back down my throat. “She looks familiar.”

  “She’s new, and mine.”

  “She looks like Flora, doesn’t she?” the man asked as he lifted my chin and narrowed his eyes on the gag I wore. “Is this her daughter?”

  “T
his is Isadora, yes. Poor bitch was born here, and she will die here.”

  “You plan to ruin her too?” he asked.

  “No, I plan to kill her once they harvest her eggs. Sirens are nothing but harpies that deserve to be wiped out of existence.” He glared at me, turning to the other man as he pointed out another female. “That one has been harvested, right? My dick is hard from this bitch and the scent she gives off. I need to fuck.”

  I watched them as they walked away, forcing my gaze to take in the other women who watched him with fear banked in their eyes. I turned to look at the girl next to me, her golden stare narrowing as she inhaled and then tilted her head.

  “Ye smell like my brother,” she hissed as she studied me. “One o’ Cian’s many women he keeps around tae fuck?” she asked, as if it wasn’t some slanderous accusation.

  I shook my head, but her intense stare continued even after I looked away. She had jet-black hair and golden eyes just like Cian’s. Her mouth was covered in bruises, and her gown was torn and dirty. I could smell the sex oozing off of her. I watched as the men left the room, pulling a vacant-eyed girl with them as the one they’d harvested was placed back into her chains.

  “You’ll like it here. We get injected with ovulation drugs, beaten if we try tae stop it, and occasionally, we’re raped by one o’ the many mortals who think they are worthy tae do so. They also feed us, but that is few and far between. Marissa, poor dear, she had the unfortunate luck o’ smelling like me brother, so Brad has taken a special interest in her as well. Something about the scent o’ the mythical hybrid undoes him. Probably because his wee prick doona get the response he desires from the lasses. So tell me, siren, have ye seen my brother lately, or did ye fuck him tae get his scent all over ya?”

  I turned to stare her down as I nodded, wondering how exactly Cian thought this a good idea. I lifted my body, noting the weakness from the poison that still wrecked my system. The door was locked from the outside, which meant I had to get a card to even get out of this room. There were also men outside the door, guarding it with guns. My spine ignited as a shock pulsed through it. I whimpered against the pain as fear sliced through me. Just awesome, he wanted to activate his kill switch now?

  “You’re wired, are nae ye? Is he daft in the belfry?” she hissed as she turned, staring at the werewolf who watched us, mid-shift. “Aye, he’d have tae be daft tae send any lass into this hell.”

  I nodded as together, we watched the werewolf contorting as her screams of pain caught the attention of the doctor who walked into the room just as a siren began to blare. The lights went out in the building, and I paused, tilting my head. The backup generator kicked in, turning on red overhead lights that made the already creepy as shit place even creepier.

  I kicked up, twisting as the men focused on the werewolf, placing both of my feet on the wall. I turned my body upside down as I climbed it, freeing myself from the hook, yet not the restraints. Even that simple action exhausted me, and I leaned against the wall, watching the room as it swam in my vision. Once I could manage to move, I slowly took in the men that had their backs to us. My hands reached up, undoing the mask that covered my throat as I pulled it out, coughing against my elbow as the noise drew unwanted attention.

  “Her mouth, cover it!”

  “Stop moving,” I hissed roughly. When they did as I asked, I took in their weapons and the silencers on the end of them. It wouldn’t be completely silent, but it would work. “Point your guns at each other’s heads, then pull the trigger.” I watched as they fought against my glamour, sweat beading at their brows as they aimed the guns at each other’s temples and clicked the trigger as brain matter sprayed the women closest to them. I turned, staring at the doctor who eyed the door. “Give me your card, and the access to the main gates.”

  “I don’t have access,” he cried. “I’m a prisoner here too.”

  “I doubt that,” I growled as I moved closer to him. “What is this place, and who are you?”

  “My name is Harold, I’m one-third incubus and was captured by the Falcon as I fed from women. I didn’t know what was happening until they explained what I was and that I’d been abandoned and left to die by my parents.”

  “I don’t need your full story, nor do I care if you are the victim. What you do to these women is disgusting. Who are these Falcons?”

  “Hunters, ones who have been turned or changed during a hunt,” he said as a sob exploded from him. “They became better fighters, faster than they were as mortals. The real hunters, they would have murdered them had they discovered they had been turned, so they left and formed their own version, with their own rules. Now, now they are growing more creatures like them to take control of continents.”

  “By raping and harvesting eggs from immortals?” I asked as I started to release the others slowly, my arms heavy as I undid chain after chain until I stopped in front of the last row. “How do we get out of here?” I asked Adelaide.

  Harold answered for her. “You can’t, they’ll never allow it. The main entrance is reinforced steel, and you need one of the head guys’ irises to open it. The only way you could even have a chance at freedom is if you had an army waiting outside the gates. Even then, there are too many immortals or newly turned creatures inside here to get out.”

  “But you can show me who I need to kill to retrieve the eye from, to open the gates?” I asked as cramps swirled through my stomach. My spine vibrated again, and I groaned as I placed my hand on it. “Can you, or are you fucking useless, Harold? Because if you’re useless, you will just slow us down,” I hissed as I pinched the bridge of my nose as Adelaide began helping to free the others as she took in the sweat and paleness of my flesh.

  “I can help,” he said.

  “Do not try to alert anyone for help; I assure you, I will eat your face before it comes. Now give me your card,” I said as I nodded at the two vampires who picked up the guns from the floor as others descended on the men, grabbing whatever weapons they could find. I bent down, picking up three grenades that I secured to the neckline of the gown I wore.

  “Mom?” a female sobbed as they rushed towards one another. “Are you…” the younger girl, barely old enough to breed, whimpered as she held on to an older version of herself, who stood against her stiffly.

  “Nae, ladies,” Adelaide groaned. “We need tae escape, nae figure oot if ye crawled oot o’ her wee snatch.”

  I grabbed one of the knives Adelaide held out as we moved to the door, knowing the men on the other side had yet to notice we were freed. They had rushed towards the blaring alarms as the building had gone into a semi-lockdown. I didn’t know how Cian had managed it, but he’d tapped into the building’s controls. Outside the room, we rushed down empty hallway after hallway until screaming stopped me dead in my tracks. I eyed Harold, who was pushed forward by angry women.

  “His eye will work,” he announced, and I smirked.

  I kicked open the door and the moment I had, gave the order to not move a muscle. Brad had the woman tied up, her face dripping blood as he held the knife midair. I slowly walked towards him, staring at him as fear filled his eyes.

  “Hi, Brad, are you excited to play with me?” I asked through a husky tone that slid over him, my glamour pulsing through me. “Take his eye, Marissa. You,” I said to one of the other women. “Untie her and help her down. When she is free, and his eye has been secured, show him what being torn apart really feels like.”

  I watched as Marissa stepped forward, her hand holding a blade as she made quick work of his eye as he screamed in pain. The others watched the doorway, and the moment we had his eye removed, they descended on Twatwaffle Brad, ripping his flesh from his bones with their razor-sharp claws. His wet lungs slurped as Marissa pulled them from his chest and began eating them. I blinked and then shook off the horror of what was happening. That was just disgusting.

  “We don’t have time
to eat him,” I grumbled as I moved to where Adelaide stood watching what was happening with a detached look that bordered on humor and boredom.

  “So, Cian did send ye in here?”

  “You could say that,” I muttered as shouts sounded from the hallway. We hid behind the wall, growing silent as heavy footsteps rushed down it and then headed off in the opposite direction.

  “Elaborate,” she encouraged.

  “He captured me, tortured me, and made me a deal. Here I am, fulfilling that deal,” I growled as I turned to look at her.

  “Jesus, you’re a wee hunter, aye?”

  “No, not anymore,” I snorted. “Now I’m a just a girl standing in a room, wishing you would shut the fuck up before we end up busted and stuck here, together.”

  She snorted and stepped out into the hall. “It’s all clear,” she said before shots sounded behind us. We turned, staring at the bodies that lay scattered on the floor before we turned once more, heading in the direction that would take us to the main door.

  In the opulent warehouse entrance, men stood ready, armed with Tasers as we slowly entered the room. My spine buzzed again, which I’d begun to think of as Cian trying to hurry me along or wake me from the drug-induced stupor. Adelaide and I stepped back, allowing the vamps with the guns to step in front of us as they mowed through the men who thought to stop us. I pushed the eye against the device on the gate and watched as it scanned it, turning from red to green as I slammed my hand down on the round knob beside it and watched as it slid open, revealing Cian and an army of half-naked men who were already half turned into their beasts.

  “Good girl,” he purred as he stretched his neck and then moved his gaze to his sister. “Da is in the car, go. He’s waiting fer ye, Adelaide, go now.” The moment he said it, he started forward, not even bothering to look at me as he entered the building with his men as they started issuing orders to the women while I watched silently. My gaze searched the crowd and settled on the battered immortals, feeling a sense of pride that I’d helped them escape this hell.