Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 94

Rebecca

My life is back to being dramatic again.

I should have stayed at Greta's place...

Davis is back at home, and he isn't happy with me. His nose is extraordinary, and he caught a whiff of William Howler on my clothes. Probably from when we slept with each other, and now I'm paying for it.

My mate doesn't know that we had s*x, but he realizes that we at least have been touching.

Fear rushes through my bones when he raises his voice for the billionth time. We are standing in the hallway, and Davis is right up my alley, invading my personal space.

"I leave town, and the first thing you do is cheat on me?!"

"Cheating?!" I bark up at him. "We aren't even together!"

Davis growls at me with burning rage showing on his face. His human teeth have turned into fangs.

"You're mine whether you like it or not!"

"What?!" I growl at his claim. "No! I don't belong to you; I don't belong to anyone!"

"You're my mate!"

"So?! I haven't accepted you!" I yell up at him. "The only reason I'm here is that you keep finding me whenever I leave you! You're more of a prison guard than a real mate!"

Davis growls, lifting a clawed hand. "You f*****g b***h. I can't believe you're talking back to your mate and alpha-"

"Yes, I am!" I yell at him, aware his hand is inches from my face. Yet it won't silence me. "And what are you going to do about it, huh? Hit me again, right? That's what you did minutes ago. Or wait, maybe you're going to kick me? The bruises I have probably aren't enough in your head. Seriously. It makes me laugh how pathetic you are for thinking violence is how you solve things."

Davis's eyes widen, and I laugh in misery.

"What?" I question. "Does it shock you that I'm challenging you this time? Are you afraid of hitting me now after I've asked you if violence is how you solve things? Is that it?" "No..." Davis laughs darkly. He steps closer, boxing me into the wall with his imposing form. His eyes are eerily black, and no sign of humanity is left within them. "I'm not afraid." I take in his imposing form. Davis is tall and muscular with a dark beard and a bald head. His skin is sun-kissed, and he would be good-looking if his face wasn't entirely demonic. He frightens me.

I swallow thickly, craning my neck. "You're not?"

"No. I'm just surprised you're stupid enough to talk back to me, Rebecca, because you've done it now. The demon is out to play. And guess what? He isn't happy about your tone!" Davis moves faster than lightning, gripping my throat with his claws. I choke on a sob and writhe in pain when he lifts me from the ground. My legs kick in the air, and Davis laughs. My pain seems to excite him.

Rotten bastard.

He leans closer, those entirely black eyes focusing on mine. Mirth curls his lips, and his stinking breath makes me want to puke. He smells like death and rot, precisely like a demon.

"You're brave but so stupid," Davis tightens his grip on my throat, preventing me from drawing in oxygen. Blood trickles down my neck, and he laughs at my struggles. "It's too bad that I can't kill you, Rebecca. I want your inner powers. And If you don't accept me as your mate, I need to steal your powers in another way, and I know how. Do you want to hear my plan? It might change your mind about mating with me."

I can't breathe.

I can't talk.

My eyes are stuck on Davis's demonic face and the cracks in his skin. His eyes are dark, so very dark. I fear him, yet I can't get away. I'm losing strength and hanging limp against the wall.

The only reason I'm not dead is because of my lycan blood. It's giving me enough power to hold on.

"I will eat you during the blood moon," Davis promises. "It will let me take your powers, girl. So think twice about mating with me if you wish to continue living, Rebecca."

He releases me, and I sink to the floor. My lungs are burning, but I suspect Davis isn't done yet.

There is more abuse to come, and I don't want it.

No.

I won't give up.

I might have wished to die a week ago, but that is no longer the case. There is still so much to be seen and experienced in this world. I won't let Davis get in the way of that!

I slowly lift my chin to face Davis. He is laughing at me, and that's when my fight or flight instinct kicks in. I can't beat him, but I can flee.

Faster than ever before, I shape-shift into a lycan.

My skin changes into white fur, and my body grows muscles strong enough to tear down the wooden door. It doesn't even take a second before I'm bolting out of the house without looking back. "WHAT THE f**k?!" Davis yells after me. "HOW THE HECK DID SHE SHAPE-SHIFT WITHIN SECONDS?!"

Turning into a lycan in the city is a considerable risk, but the darkness is my friend. I run past cars and into an alley. I'm unsure if Davis is following me, yet I don't stop out of the fear he might. I make it further down the street, and that's when his malicious voice rings inside my head.

'I will find you, Rebecca. Don't worry. I always find you but enjoy your freedom for one night-tomorrow, I will punish you for this.

I don't care.

My claws dig into the ground as I run forward. I hear Davis loud and clear, yet I won't stop in my tracks. I will take the damn punishment as long as I get to spend the night without him.

I jump over a fence and make it to campus. The large football field comes into view, and my gaze settles on the bleachers. It will turn into my sleeping place for the night.

I get behind them and lay down in the grass. I shape-shift back into a human and grab the backpack I hid her last time.

The bleachers are my hiding place, and I quickly get into the clothes I left there. Hopefully, it won't be a cold night because there is no chance I will go back to Davis without a fight.

He would have to knock me unconscious to get me back. That alpha isn't no mate of mine. He is terrible and can go and die in a hole. You don't hurt your own mate, and even though I know he is possessed, I don't f*****g care-l still hate him. Davis was always terrible, and I guess that's why he accepted the demon. They compliment each other.

"A fit made in heaven..." I mumble to myself before getting comfortable against the backpack. The wind bites at me, but I rather sleep out here than risk Davis finding me by going to Greta's place.

We are members of the same pack. And a knot ties in my stomach when I realize Greta might be in danger too.

Davis won't be happy about Greta having found a demon mate, but maybe her mate can at least help her with Davis? I'm unsure what I will do. Davis refuses to let go of me and continues to find me. This life of mine is a prison in hell.