When I woke up I expected to be dead. Yeah, of course that didn't make any sense because if I had been dead I wouldn't have woken up at all but... never mind.

I blinked my eyes open, momentarily blinded by some bright light and I could feel my head throb painfully. Why did I always end up in trouble? I mean every fucking time I went somewhere alone something managed to happen. It was as if the gods of fate wanted to see me dead at all costs!

When I could finally see again without bright spots dancing before my eyes I took in the room around me, trying not to panic at the fact that I was chained to the bed I was lying on. The room didn't look all that bad but it gave me the chills anyway. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I was kept here against my will...? Hm yeah probably that.

The chain tied to the bed was connected to some kind of collar that someone had put around my neck and even though I tried to find a way to get it off I quickly realized why I couldn't. The collar had a lock on the side that could only be opened with some kind of key.

I sighed as I pushed myself up in a sitting position and threw a glance down at my body. I still had my pants on but my shirt where nowhere to be seen. Since I could clearly see rather deep claw marks covering my whole torso I guessed the shirt was probably ripped to pieces and that's why it wasn't still on me. Even though some of the marks were deep enough to have drawn blood I had obviously been here long enough for it to dry by itself because I wasn't bleeding anymore.

I let my eyes roam around the room looking for anything that could indicate where I was. At least if I knew that much I could maybe find a way to get out of here and find my way back home. I bet the others were looking for me right now so if I was lucky I may get discovered by just escaping this room. Not that luck had ever been on my side before...

I crawled to the side of the bed and let my legs dangle over the side for a second, letting the blood flow down so I wouldn't fall when I stood. I had managed to trip several times before just because I had stood up too fast after being asleep so I knew better by know. Kate always liked to laugh at me when I constantly managed to do the same mistakes over and over again. She could be seriously mean sometimes that girl.

When I was sure I wouldn't get dizzy I rose from the bed and tested how far I could go with the chain restraining me. I could reach something looking disturbingly similar to a bucket used as a toilet and a table standing along a wall with a bottle of some liquid in it. I suppose it was water but without knowing I didn't dare touch it. For all I knew it could be some kind of drug mixed inside and I sooo didn't fancy being drugged right now. I had enough problems as it was.

I was a bit surprised when I realized I couldn't reach the door but then again that would have probably been a bit too easy wouldn't it? I guess hoping for an easy escape would just get me disappointed. This wasn't some kind of movie were the good guys always won after all. Maybe this was where I would end my days? I let my eyes scan the room a second time and then I smiled a little to myself, trying to boost my mood a bit. Well I guess it could have been worse...

[A few hours later]

I was lying on the floor with my legs resting on the bed when I finally heard something sounding like a key being turned. I moved my gaze to the door as it swung open and I watched as Lazarus took a step inside. His eyes found mine after a few seconds and I guess I looked kind of funny lying on the floor when there was a bed for me to use.

Lazarus closed the door behind him and then took a few steps towards the table, placing a plate with something looking like meat on it. I frowned as I pushed myself up from the floor.

"I hope you are aware of the fact that I can't eat uncooked food right...?" I slowly said as I approached the table, narrowing my eyes suspiciously on the raw-looking meat. Why would he give me something like this?

Lazarus raised an eyebrow and looked at me quizzically. As if hearing this was something new to him. I frowned at him and pointed at the plate as I tried to make it clearer for him:

"I'm not a wolf...I'm a human and we don't eat our food uncooked. I thought you knew that?"

I mean seriously who didn't? Alex and his brothers ate ordinary food all the time and so did Kevin, Vincent and Ethan. Why was this guy looking so surprised? Had he never seen a normal person eat before or what?

I didn't even want to think about what kind of food he was used to...

"I'm not sure what you mean human. This is perfectly fine meat so you don't need to fret." Lazarus said, his eyes studying me throughly. I grimaced at him and tried not to lose my temper as I pointed at the plate again and said:

"Maybe to you that meat is yummy, but to me it really ain't."

When the man just kept looking at me questioningly I sighed and shrugged my shoulders.

"If you would allow me to cook it I could eat it? I mean I'm sure you have some kind of kitchen here right?" I said, trying to figure out a way to make him release me from the chain. If he would just let me out of this room maybe I had a chance to actually escape.

"No. You are not leaving this room." Lazarus suddenly answered and I could feel my mood instantly drop. There wasn't even a slight hesitation in his voice. I wouldn't be leaving here in the near future that's for sure...

We didn't speak much after that. Lazarus disappeared from the room without a word and I was alone with my thoughts again. I spent some time trying to reach the door handle with my foot but I soon had to give up on that. There wasn't any windows either so I couldn't even leave any other way than through the door. This was a disaster and to top it all of I was starting to get so hungry that even the raw meat on the table was beginning to look eatable...

I don't really know when I fell asleep but before I knew it I was out like a light.

[Next morning]

When I blinked my eyes open the first thing I noticed was the incredible hunger I was feeling. I knew that when someone came to check on me today I had to ask them for something I could eat. Anything I could eat. Otherwise I would soon be too weak to even think of escaping this room.

I spent some time trying to count the boards making up the ceiling but I soon lost interest in that. I didn't know how long I had been here more than the fact that it had probably been close to a day already. I found myself thinking of Kate and I wondered if she thought I had left her again. I really hoped not because I couldn't stand it if I was the cause for her unhappiness. I hoped she was safe with the others.

I wondered if they were searching for me still or if they had already given up, thinking that I had disappeared by myself or something. Maybe they didn't even know that I was missing yet?

Of course they did! I slapped myself lightly on the arm for even thinking that way. I couldn't lose hope when it had just been a day! Of course they would find me. It was just a matter of time...

Suddenly there was a rattling of keys by the door and I bolted up from the bed as Lazarus stepped into the room. He eyed the untouched food on the table and then his dark eyes met mine.

"Why aren't you eating human? Are you trying to starve yourself?" He asked, his tone a mix between suspicion and mockery. I thought I could even see a slight hint of worry on his features but that couldn't be so... could it?

"No I'm just not able to eat raw food without risk getting sick. Ehm...but if you could maybe get me some fruit or bread or something I could eat that?" I said, trying my best to not sound too demanding.

Lazarus narrowed his eyes on me and then he was suddenly walking towards me. I backed up a single step but then I stayed where I was, not willing to show too much weakness either. There was a thin line between being brave and being stupid after all.

I flinched when Lazarus raised his hand and took a firm grip around my jaw. He angled my head upwards and then he took a small step closer to me. I met his dark gaze, trying to read the expression in them but it was like trying to decipher an enigma. I couldn't tell what he was thinking even if my life depended on it. Which it probably did too...

"You are so confusing...you behave like a wolf but you aren't one. You should be crawling at my feet, scared for your life because you're no more than a fragile human. I could break you in the blink of an eye and yet you have no qualms about talking and demanding things you should for. You are so confusing. I get why your mates are so drawn to you now. You are really special and when I look at you I can feel a need to...possess you. I want you all to myself little human...and right now there is no one here to stop me. Tell me, why should I not make you mine?" Lazarus whispered in my ear, stroking and caressing the side of my face with the hand he hadn't firmly clasped around my jaw. I could see the actual honesty behind his words and for the first time since I got here I could feel a trace of fear running down my spine.

Anger I could handle... but this. This was something else entirely. He wasn't talking about hurting me, he was talking about making me his. His to do whatever he wanted with. I could feel panic rise inside me as I thought about belonging to him and staying locked up in here forever. I wouldn't survive that. I needed my freedom. I needed to be able to breathe and live.

Suddenly I could feel Lazarus hot breath agains the skin on my neck and before I knew it his tongue flicked out and he started licking me. I winced as I felt the slight grazing of his teeth against my jaw and then his lips were suddenly on mine. I let out a startled yelp as he tugged at my hair and deepened the kiss and I could feel coldness spread through my body like a bucket of ice being spilled over me.

This wasn't like kissing Alex or the others...this felt...wrong. I tried to move my head away but with a simple squeeze of his hand around my throat I went limp against him.

I couldn't fight him. I couldn't fight this strength no more then I could fight the fact that I was alone right now. I could feel something wet stream down my face as I felt a stab of pure pain hit me like a ton of bricks. I could feel Lazarus paus when I let out a whimper and moved my hand to claw at the front of my chest. When I dug my nails into the flesh over my heart he stopped kissing me and the sound of my scream filled the air around us. Lazarus had to hold me up as my legs gave out on me and I slumped to the floor. Blood was starting to pour out from the wounds I had inflicted on my own chest and Lazarus had to grip my hand to stop me from clawing even more.

"What are you...?" He started but he didn't got to finish as yet another painful stab made my body jerk and shiver against him. I started sobbing as fire spread through my veins like a wildfire and I couldn't breathe as my hands started shaking.

I think I somehow passed out for a second because the next thing I knew I was being lifted from the ground and put down on something soft. My hands were restrained so that I couldn't move them and I guess that it was to prevent me from clawing at my own skin again. I withered in agony as the fire kept crawling through my body and I just wanted it all to stop.

I wished I could die...just anything to stop the incomparable pain from tormenting me further.