“How can we reach them?” she asked. “Aden said they sent him letters?”
“They did,” Oz said. “But it’s too risky.”
“Do you think Aden will reach out to us from over there?” she asked.
“Maybe, it all depends on security,” he replied. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
CHAPTER 11
The days dragged on. Isabel stretched out her arm in front of her and all she saw was a streak of white extending out into the darkness of the cell. She was getting just as weak as the rest of them. She looked over at Oz and he was chugging down some water from a rusty can. He set it down next to him and stared at her with glassy eyes. “This is taking too long,” he said.
“What is?” Isabel asked, blinking repeatedly as Oz’s face swam in and out of focus. “Are they going to bring you any food?” she said, her eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly, a beam of light slashed in through the doorway and Gavin stepped inside with a tray full of food. Isabel squirmed to the front of her cell, holding onto the iron bars as Gavin lay down the food in front of them. He diverted his gaze to Isabel and clenched his jaw. She stared at him as his eyes darted from her, to the bread, and then back at her again. She nodded to him, and then he rose to his feet and walked away. “What in the world?” she mumbled, toying around with the bread. She took it apart but there was nothing, and then she grabbed the other loaf and took it apart as well. “Oz, Oz, take a look at this!” she whispered.
“What, what is that?” he asked, his eyes fixated on the piece of paper.
“It’s a letter,” Isabel hissed. She checked to see if anyone was still there and then unfolded it, her eyes going up and down the lines of writing.
Dearest Isabel,
This is to let you know that I’ve crossed over to the other side safely. This letter isn’t meant to be read by anyone except Oz, Ava and yourself. Gavin has agreed to cooperate with me to deliver this letter to you… only because you have charmed him. Believe in yourself, Isabel! You have just as much power to control him as he does you, if not more. The enemy are nothing but fools! If only they had the slightest idea what kind of chaos is brewing in the other mansion, if only! Locking us all up in one condensed space without much security or surveillance isn’t the best idea, now, is it? I just want you to know that I’m well, and that soon you’ll be joining us, all of you.
Yours Truly,
Aden
Isabel looked up from the letter and averted her gaze to Oz. The corners of her lips curved to a smile. It all made sense now. She was glad to hear that Aden was okay, even more glad that he has some sort of plan. Aden seemed so sure of himself, and Isabel had to admit, it made her nervous. What kind of war was brewing in the other mansion? And has it already begun? How does Isabel fit into all of this? She had so many questions that were left unanswered, and it was all up to her to decide which path to take. “It’s from Aden,” Isabel mouthed.
“Can I read it?” Oz asked, reaching his hand out to her.
“Not right now,” she said, crumpling it up and stuffing it into her pocket. She cocked her head towards the door, just as Analise came marching in with a smile on her face.
“Hello,” she said. “How are my little succubi and angels doing today?” she asked with a smug look on her face.
“Bitch, don’t talk to us like that, we’re onto you! We’re onto you!” Ava snarled.
“Guards,” Analise yelled, cocking her head towards Ava. “Take her to solitary confinement, that bitch needs to learn her lesson,” she said. Isabel opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She watched as the guards took Ava away. Why did she have to do that? Does being trapped in a dark cell for weeks on end do that to a person?
It probably does… But she knew Ava was smarter than that, she knew she must have some sort of plan. She waited until Analise was gone, and then she looked over at Oz. “What was that for?” she whispered.
“She’s doing what we’re all supposed to be doing at this point,” he said with a smile on his face. “She’s trying to get them to move her to the other mansion.”
“The more, the merrier, I guess?” Isabel asked. “What’s it like there?”
“There’s only one way to find out,” Oz said with a smirk on his face. “But we need to wait, or else it’ll look suspicious.”
“You’re right,” Isabel said. She raised her eyes to Oz and, realizing he had already been staring at her, she flashed him a smile. “I’ve missed you,” she said. “We’re all alone now.”
“It’s too risky,” he said. There was a pause. The two of them exchanged brief glances, interrupted by their sighs of yearning, and then suddenly, Isabel crawled to the front of her cell, holding onto the iron bars and pulling them apart. Slowly but surely, they started moving. Little by little, Isabel began to muster up enough strength to create a dent in the prison door, one that was wide enough for her to fit her whole body through. She slowly rose to her feet and shouldered her way through the dented bars, and then she crouched down on the floor, her eyes fixated on Oz’s.
“I want you so much right now,” she whispered.
“I can tell,” Oz said with a smirk on his face. He eyed her as she wrapped her fingers around the metal bars, holding onto them for a second before she pulled them apart with as much effort as would be required to draw some drapes. Her muscles flexed as she did this; Oz thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. “You’re getting stronger,” he said. “I’m proud of you.”
Isabel crawled inside. “The sun just went down, I think,” she said. “I can’t really tell anymore.”
Oz chuckled. “I think it did, the night shift guards will be out soon, though,” he said. “We don’t have much time left… come here.”
Isabel crawled over next to him. Her lips found his instantly, and she eagerly pushed him onto his back as his arms wrapped around her. She sighed against his lips, feeling like she could stay in this exact position forever, his strong arms holding her close, his lips intertwining with hers, the heat of their body mixing in a way that made her want him more and more.
She broke away from their kiss, only to let her lips explore the rest of his body, undressing him as she moved. His hands quickly opened her robe, and he gently pulled her towards him. He took her breasts in his hands, and she lowered herself so that one nipple found its way into his mouth. He sucked hungrily at her, and she clutched the back of his head, sighing in pleasure. She caught a moan before it escaped her lips, careful not to alert the guards, and closed her eyes as his mouth worked.
She felt a rush of cold air against her skin, only then realizing that Oz has opened her robe completely. She adjusted her position, moving so his cock was between her legs, and lowered her hips against him. She gasped as she felt him between her wet lips, and bit her lip when his eyes rolled back at the pleasure of feeling her against him.
She moved, gently grinding, and kept her eyes locked on him as she slowly slid him inside her.
“Oh, Oz,” she moaned gently against his ear as he filled her up. His hands grabbed her by the hip, guiding her, supporting her as she moved against him, slowly sliding him in and out of her in long and deep strokes. She felt his hand against her, a finger rubbing her clit, and she shuddered at his touch. Sitting up, she let her robe fall off her shoulders, smiling as he took her naked body in, and increased her pace.
Within minutes, she was riding him fervently, his thumb pressed against her clit sending one wave of orgasm through her after the other. She lost complete track of time, all worries about the guards and everything else slipping to the back of her mind as she reveled in the now. The feel of him inside her, the touch of his hands on her skin, his beating heart against the palm of her hand, it was an overwhelming mix of pleasure and desire.
She let out an involuntary moan when she felt his hips push up against her and his hands pull her against him, allowing him to push in deeper as he grunted and exploded inside her. She felt her own body shake in orgasm, shivering
in the darkness, scratching at his bare chest.
They collapsed onto each other, breathing hard, heartbeats racing, and she allowed herself a small smile as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
***
“That was…”
“Fantastic,” Isabel said. “You know, I’ve always felt like there was something a bit off
whenever Mikael and I were together… it makes me wonder.”
“Isabel, you’ve always been special to me,” Oz said, brushing his fingers through her hair.
“And why do you think that is?” Isabel asked, raising her eyes to him. “When you found me, you had a job to do, nothing more, nothing less.”
“I think you’re underestimating how emotional supernatural creatures can be,” he said with a smirk. “It’s true I was on a mission the day I saw you at the club, but, Isabel, I couldn’t stop thinking about you the minute I laid eyes on you.”
Isabel could feel her cheeks getting red hot. Somehow, she just couldn’t get enough of him. A part of her was convinced that she was falling for Oz, and that scared her. What if he isn’t the person she thinks he is? What if this is all a game of pretend? Isabel could feel her mind going off in all sorts of directions. She felt like she couldn’t trust anyone, not even Oz. But she knew she had to trust someone. A battle was brewing; Isabel needed to pick a side. She wondered if Oz was just using sex to get to her, she wondered if Gavin was doing the same. But it didn’t work with Gavin; Isabel was growing more disgusted by him every day. She thought she would be able to tell by now if she was being used, but that wasn’t the case at all. “D’you think angels can fall for succubi?” she asked, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Aren’t we a living example of such a case?” he asked, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close. “Isabel, I’m sure you’ve seen stranger things than two people falling in love.”
“But we’re not “people”, Oz,” she said, raising her eyes to him. “I don’t know why I can’t come to terms with that, I always feel the need to say it out loud to believe it.”
“Sometimes I regret feeding on you, I think a part of me always will.” he said. Isabel didn’t say anything. Suddenly she found herself diving into deep contemplation about her life and what it has come down to. She tried to think back to what everything looked like before her transformation, before she even came to this mansion. But she felt nothing, and she saw nothing. Her previous life had become just a blank slate, one that was tarnished, almost blackened, by her current life. Maybe Oz was right: maybe he should’ve never fed on her that day. Maybe they should’ve never met.
“I think about that sometimes, too,” Isabel said, trying to hold back the tears. “I don’t know if I’m meant for this.”
“You’re special, Isabel,” Oz said, smoothing her hair back. “I don’t want you to forget that.”
“Everyone keeps saying that, I don’t get it,” she said. “I don’t have a special power, I don’t understand how this world works, then how do you expect me to accept my fate as some kind of legendary mythological creature?” she asked. “It makes no sense to me!” Oz shifted in his place. He opened his mouth but no words came out. “What’s wrong?” Isabel asked, tilting her head sideways. “You’re hiding something.”
“I’m not hiding anything,” he said calmly. He stumbled for a while before his lips parted again, the tip of his tongue quivering between his teeth. “It’s just that… centuries ago, the vampires and the angels were on the same page, they didn’t really disagree on anything,” he said. “At that time, the vampire council decided that they were going to pick one succubus and one incubus every century to be the chosen ones.”
“Chosen to do what?” Isabel asked, furrowed little panicked.
“To run the council,” he said. “Well, at the time, there was only one council for all supernatural creatures, you know, back when they all agreed… and when the vampires rebelled, nothing was the same again.”
“So they picked me to be the succubus of the century?” Isabel asked with a smirk.
But Oz wasn’t laughing. “They did, and now that vampires are on one side, and the rest of us are on another, you’re going to get tugged at from all sorts of different directions, and it’s up to you to find your way in the end,” he said.
“That’s the thing, how do I know who to trust?” she asked. “For all I know, you could just be another shape shifter,” she said.
“That’s why you’re special, Isabel,” Oz said. “You were born with this special skill, this ability to filter out stimuli, so you better use it,” he continued.
Suddenly Isabel felt pressured all over again. This was a nightmare for her. Then she remembered something. “You said the vampires pick one male and female, right?” she asked. Oz nodded. “Who’s the incubus?”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Oz said with a smirk. Suddenly, Isabel heard a loud crash. She bounced to her feet and snuck back into her cell. The shadows were dancing on the walls again. Somebody was here.
CHAPTER 12
“Oz, what’s going on?” Isabel asked, her eyes darting back and forth frantically. Something was going on outside. She hopped back to her feet again, clutching the iron bars, bracing for action. Something told her there was more to what was happening outside than just a guard brawl. Suddenly, she heard another loud crash, and one of the guards came tumbling down the stairs. Isabel eyed him as he lay there, motionless, drowning in a puddle of his own black blood. She looked over at Oz and his face was expressionless. He nodded to her.
“A storm is coming,” he mouthed. Isabel could feel her heart beat out of her chest. Was Analise coming for her? Were they going to take her away to the other mansion? Another loud crash. Analise’s dead body came rolling down to the bottom of the staircase. Isabel’s hand flew to her mouth.
“What’s happening, what’s happening?” she turned to Oz again. But he didn’t look at her. He just held onto the metal bars, his knuckles a screaming white. He was begging to come out. One guard flew down the stairs and landed on his feet. He was quickly followed by a silver haired ghost -he seemed to have come out of nowhere- and he started throwing punches at him. The first punch glanced the guard’s chin. He noticed too late that it was a feint, though, when the second punch doubled him over and expelled the last bit of air from his fat belly. He had the wind knocked out of him, and he fell to the ground, motionless. Isabel couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Has this man— or creature— single handedly knocked out every single guard up there? No, it couldn’t be. She watched as a red-haired girl rushed downstairs, hauling the bodies off the ground, making sure they were dead.
“What, Ava?” Isabel asked. She waited for the girl to turn around so she could make out who she was, and when she did, Isabel realized that those piercing eyes belonged to Ava. “Ava!” Isabel yelled. The girl stared at her knowingly, and then she motioned for her to stay where she was. Isabel sank to her knees, her nose poking out of the gap between the metal bars. She felt helpless, like she should be doing something and she wasn’t. Suddenly she felt a rush of energy surge through her. She shouldered her way out of her cell, pushing past Ava and making her way up the stairs. What she saw astounded her. The entire mansion was on fire. In the distance she could see shadows dancing, people throwing punches at each other, chairs flying through the fumes. All hell was breaking loose.
“Well, if it isn’t you, Isabel?” she heard a voice say, a voice belonging to none other than Gavin. “I didn’t think you’d make it out of there,” he said.
Isabel turned around, only to see Gavin climbing up the stairs. He looked as though he had appeared out of nowhere. “The succubi have revolted,” she hissed. “It’s already happening, you might as well just give up!”
“Oh, is that so?” he asked, tilting his head sideways. He cleaned his teeth with his tongue. Isabel cringed at the sight. “You’re the chosen one, Isabel, I suppose you already know that, by now.”
Isabel did
n’t say anything. She felt as though she was pinned to the floor, transfixed by Gavin’s spell. She had to break out of it. She had to join the other side. He stood straight, eyes bulging with rage, and stared at his opponent, who had her hands balled up into fists. Without thinking, Isabel charged towards him. She threw a punch at him but it felt too sluggish. She knew the second she launched it. Gavin ducked under it, and before Isabel could register the dodge, another body shot, this one to his ribs, sent fresh ripples of pain through his torso. Isabel took a step back, eyeing Gavin as he sank to his knees in pain. She looked around, and Ava was still throwing punches at one of the guards. Before Isabel could do anything, Gavin wrapped his hands around her neck, and she sank to her knees, feeling the last bit of air being squeezed out of her. She felt like she was dying.
“This ought to teach you,” he snarled. Isabel looked at him, her eyes wide, and when she finally felt like she would slip out of consciousness, Gavin gasped and his grip on her loosened. She coughed violently, her throat burning, but she could breathe again. Gavin slumped onto the floor beside her, the wooden leg of a chair pierced through his back and protruding from his chest.
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