Rhea POV
Sitting with Roxy and Morgan, waiting for the hunters to get back from their little outing, it seems to me that we should be collecting the witch first, but what the hell do I know. I sip on my drink and take a bite out of a cookie on a platter on the table. I wonder how I will feel when I see Soul and if I will have the same feeling I did at one time. There was something about him that intrigued me, and my dumbass thought he felt the same way.
"What is bothering you? You look disturbed," Morgan says to me.
I shift in my seat and play with my hair. I look up at the ceiling. Do I really want to talk with her about this? Is it any of her concerns?
"I was thinking about Soul and the moments we shared together. Not the sex, but the conversations we had together. It is strange at one point I felt like we had a connection," I say.
"A connection? He was getting you ready to pimp you out to the ultimate evil. Soul cared nothing for you or your connection. He only wanted to prepare you for his master. So snap out of it before he convinces you to free him. Soul will die here today, and no one is going to stop that," Morgan says.
Roxy is quiet. She was with Soul a long time, and she was his number one woman. I know this is hard for her. I am sure she feels some of the things I feel for him too. It was different with Damien. I did not feel anything for Damien, but Soul touched me somewhere that is unexplainable; maybe I am delusional. Of course, I am. Morgan is right Soul is bad news.
The hunters come into the apartment carrying Soul. They take his unconscious body back to the back room. In the same room, I removed Damien's fang, and the hunters murdered Damien. Damien definitely deserved everything he got. He deserved to die a slower, more painful death. I think he got off far too easy. Damien should have been humiliated and tortured. He should have felt what so many women felt at his hand. Instead, the hunters killed him far too quickly.
I watch as they carry Soul. His perfect body in the arms of a hunter. Soul has a way with words and a way to make you feel like you are special to him. In reality, I know I was not special to him. The master wanted me, and Soul wanted to play with me first. Soul played with me, Damien played with me, and that damn witch played with me. I should hate them all, not just Damien.
I lean back in my chair. I do not know why so much of my time with Soul plays in my mind. I have to let this go. All of these strange feelings I am having all of a sudden.
"Are you fucking Okay, Rhea? I mean, seriously, if this is going to bother you, then leave," Morgan says to me, straight forward and to the point.
"This is my apartment, bitch. I do not think so. I am fine, but do not ever talk to me that way again. I have been through enough. I am only trying to work through it all. Now back the fuck off. You can leave," I say to her.
Roxy looks nervous as I bark at Morgan. This bitch, no matter how grateful I am for her help, she will not talk to me like this. I am starting to think she just like being a bitch. If she wants to be a bitch she can go do it somewhere else. I am tired of people treating me like garbage. I got enough of that from Damien.
"I do not trust you, Rhea. You are the one that put my name on a contract and signed me over to the ultimate evil," Morgan says.
"Well, no one made you sign it. You saw those dollar signs and were willing to give your body over to Soul, no questions asked. Am I right? You could not wait to work for Soul and be his little whore. So do not blame me that your mind got zapped; that is all on you," I scream at her.
Roxy slams her hand into the table. "None of this is either of your faults. It is Damien and Soul, and that damn witch, and whoever this ultimate evil is, they all work for, not either of you. So, please stop this. We need to calm the fuck down and concentrate on finding the damn witch so she can pay for what she had done. We also need to be trying to find all the women before the evil one; the real master in all of this takes them. So both of you need to shut the fuck up. Soul and Damien and that damn witch are still manipulating you, and you know what, you are letting them. So fucking stop it!" Roxy screams.
"Jasmine, I am sorry," Morgan says to her. She touches her shoulder and tries to calm her, all while giving me a go-to-hell look.
Roxy pulls away from her. "Do not call me Jasmine; that bitch died a long time ago, and do not ever touch me again. We had a fling, and it is over. Get over it, Morgan. I care nothing for you. I was under a spell, and you were my responsibility to break into the program. I did what was asked me, nothing more or less. I care nothing for you!" Roxy screams at her.
Morgan looks distraught. She looks at Roxy, and her eyes well up with tears. She loves her, but the feeling is not mutual. "I am sorry," Morgan says to Roxy. She leaves the table. Roxy and I sit at the table together. We can hear the hunters yelling at Soul. I am greatly disturbed by all the noise.
"I cannot take this. I know I should be pissed off and wanting to kill him, but I was with him for so long. All the memories with him were not all bad. There was something about him that was different from Damien," Roxy says.
"Do you think he would give up the women's location in exchange for his life?" I ask Roxy.
"They want to torture him and kill him. I do not think they even care to find out what is going on with the women. I think if we are to find the hidden harem, we will have to do it ourselves," Roxy says to me.
"Do you trust me to help you?" I ask her.
Roxy reaches across the table and takes my hand. "Of course I do; you are my friend, Rhea. I trust you with my life," Roxy says.
"You trust her but not me, glorious," Morgan barks at us from across the room.
"Do you know where they are, Rhea? Surely there was something you saw when you were in the cottage or something the witch said," Roxy says to me.
"I cannot remember everything about the witch. I only met her a few times. I know something about your file upset me, but I cannot remember what I read or what Damien told me about Soul and you. It is all blurry. I need to go back to the cottage. Is the witch there or on the run?" I ask Roxy.
"I am not sure, we should go to the cottage and see what we can find out, but first I want to see Soul," Roxy says.
"Why do you want to see him? I mean, I would love to see him and see why it is I feel this way about him, but I do not think these hunters will allow us near him," I say to her.
"I need to see him. I want to know why? I want to know why he kept me so long and why he is so intrusive in my mind. Why do I feel like I love him?" Roxy says to me.
"Okay then, let us get you back there in that room to see him. Stay here; I will be right back," I say to her.
I get up from the table and walk back to the back room. I knock on the door but then walk on into the room. Why the fuck am I knocking? This is my apartment!
The hunters look at me when I walk into the room. "You want to defang him too, Rhea?" Charlie asks me.
"No, Roxy wants to see him. She has a question for him about her past before you kill him," I say. I stare into Soul's eyes. He is sexy and alluring. There is something beautiful and intriguing about him. Am I still under his spell? He is not abusive or belligerent like Damien was when he saw me. Soul is calm, cool, and waiting for his punishment.
"You look beautiful, Rhea," Soul says calmly to me.
"I will bring Roxy in to see him, but we need to give them space. She has some personal questions for him," I say to Charlie.
"What about you Rhea, do you want to ask me anything personal?" Soul says to me.
I ignore him and go to the kitchen to get Roxy. I touch her shoulder, and she gets up from the table. "Soul will see you now. The hunters will give you space to talk to him. Make it quick, and we will go to the cottage when you have your answers," I say to her.
Roxy kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you," she says.
Roxy POV
I enter the small room to speak with Soul. He is tied to a chair. There is still blood on the floor from where the hunters killed Damien. The room smells of death, and yet Soul looks like a beacon of light sitting in the middle of utter disaster.
"Hello, my friend," Soul says to me as I walk toward him.
I touch his face softly and lean down to kiss his lips. "I love you so much, Soul. I always have loved you, and I will after the hunters take your life. I need you to help me," I say to him, smiling and hoping his soft, humble side will be the one here today.
"You know I cannot help you, my love. The evil that waits for me is much worse than anything these hunters can do to me. The dark one, he will not be happy about any of this. I know what you want. You want to know where Damien hid the women, and I simply cannot tell you," Soul says calmly.
I touch his face. He closes his eyes and leans into my hand. At times Soul can be so tender, but I know he is a monster in reality. I know this man or vampire has harmed many people. Soul and Damien are both monsters; no matter the reason they did it, they are still monsters.
"I need to find her, and you know it. Please tell me where I can find her," I ask Soul.
Soul shakes his head. "You think she is still alive after all of these years. Oh, my precious number one, that is why you agreed to live with me and love me. You only wanted to save your sister. I am sorry, but she is long gone, a servant of hell. She signed a contract, and now she is his forever," Soul says.
I look around the room and see the pliers still on the floor. I could take his fangs. I could hurt him like he hurt so many. Should I stoop to his level? Does it deserve all this pain and then death? Yes, he does. My love for him torments me.
"You think she will save you, don't you? Rhea, the love you long for so much. She is the one for you, is she not?" I ask Soul.
Soul looks away from me. "I do love her, and you know it. I love you both. Can I not love both of you, number one?" Soul asks me.
"No, a man loves only one woman, not hundreds," I say to him. Soul laughs in my face. I am a foul to love this vampire.
I kick his chair, making it fall back, putting Soul on his back tied to the chair. "What are you doing, you crazy bitch?" Soul screams at me as I straddle him.
I sit down on him and ready to give him his punishment. "You punished me so many times, and you made me an example for the new girls, remember Soul? How many times have you fucked me harder than you should? How many times did you hurt me? How many beatings and punishments did you put me through? You know how many? Too damn many?" I scream at him.
"You needed discipline, but I loved you. I wanted you to be a good girl for me. I want you to be a compliant little whore, "Soul says.
"I am not your whore anymore, Soul," I scream at him.
I grab the back of his head and pull his hair tight in my hand. The pressure forces his mouth open for me. I take the pliers and begin to pry his fangs out of his mouth one at a time. Soul screams in pain.
The hunters come back to see what the hell is going on in the back room. "What is going on in here?" Charlie asks.
I do not answer him. I keep pulling the fangs. I want all of his teeth, not just his fangs. I do not want him ever to be able to bite anyone ever again. "I hate you, Soul!" I scream at him as I pull teeth after finishing with his fangs.
Soul's face is bloody, and his eyes are vacant from the pain I am inflicting on him. The hunters watch as I continue my assault on Soul.
Soul mumbles something as I pull the last tooth from his mouth. "The witch! You can ask the witch, and she will tell you where they are located. I do not know where Damien kept them. He always kept that a secret," Soul says to me.
I slap him in the face as hard as I can hit him. I ball up my fist and keep hitting him in the face. "I love you, number one, always," Soul says.
"No, you do not love me, you bastard vampire. I hate you!" I scream at him.
The hunters grab me by the arms and pull me off of him. Charlies hands me a blade. "One stab with this through the heart, and he will be dead. If you want to do it, here," Charlie says to me.
I take the blade into my hand and look at it, then look at Soul. Soul, my former master, is tied and bleeding from the mouth. His blood runs down his face and onto the floor and blends in with the bloodstains from Damien. The site of him bleeding is almost relaxing to me.
I take the blood and hold it firmly. I stab Soul with as much force as I can muster up inside me and send through my hand into his heart. "Die, master! Fucking Die!" I scream at him. I pull the blade out and begin stabbing him over and over. Soul only screams once, and then he is silent as I keep stabbing him long after he is dead.
Charlie pulls me off of Soul and pulls me into his arms. "He is dead; it is over for you," Charlie says.
"No, it is not over; the devil has a contract on my sister. I need to save her," I say, crying into Charlie.
"We can help you. What did he tell you? Did he give you any information on where to find them?" Charlie asks.
"He said to find the witch, and she would tell us where to find the women. He also said my sister is a servant of the devil now. How is the hell will I get her back?" I cry into Charlie's chest.
Charlie puts his big strong hand on my back and tries to comfort me. "We will figure it out, sweetie. I promise you," Charlies says to me.
Rhea comes to the door and sees Soul dead on the floor, bleeding and lifeless. She does look slightly distraught. Soul was good to her. He never treated her the way he treated me. Little does she know what she felt for him and is still feeling is only a spell. Soul spelled her the night she came to the house and caused her to want him instead of Damien. The spell will wear off soon, and then she will have some serious regrets just like I do.
Charlie releases me from his embrace. "Thank you," I say to him.
I walk over to Rhea. I touch her hand, and we walk out of the room. I can see her tears rolling down her face. "Do not cry for him, Rhea. He was a pig, and he deserved what he got," I say to her.
"I am not crying for him. I am crying for you and the pain you just went through in there. I know that had to be hard. I know you loved him and cared for him. I am crying because I know what you just did hurt you, Roxy," Rhea says to me.
We stop in the hallway. I take Rhea in am embrace. We hold each other for a few minutes. I kiss her temple. "Rhea, I loved him. Yes, I did love him out of habit and out of convenience, but it was not real. Nothing between Soul and I was real. It was all a spell the witch put me under to control me. I know all of this now. Someday you will know all of your secrets just like I do. I hope you can live with everything you have done," I say to her.
Rhea looks at me in horror. "I know I helped them when I should not have, but it was not me that was doing it," Rhea says.
"In the beginning, it was you. You worked for Damien willingly and wrote contracts. Surely you read over what you were signing these women up for; surely you saw the evil in what you were doing," I say to her.
"I guess I should have, but I did not," Rhea says to me.
"We should talk about this later. For now, we need to find that fucking witch. Are you with me?" I ask her.
"Hell, Yes!" Rhea says.