"You can’t turn him, pet."
Aila had left multiple cuts into Clint by this point and forced vampire blood into his system each ti. Though, the effect of her blood caused him to convulse and his wounds to heal rapidly. She noted dryly that it must be her werewolf and vampire genes fighting for dominance and not rolling over well for the pathetic human.
"I wanted him to rot in a cell living as a being he hates most, though!" Aila whined as she stepped back from the hunter, growing bored of his quiet acceptance of the pain she inflicted. She knew he felt the pain, he flinched, or his body adjusted slightly. She had tried for over an hour now to hear him scream once, but he didn’t.
Every ti she carved into him, she relived the monts he stabbed her mother brutally. Each ti, she’d sink her blade deeper; it was only after Cassius pulled her away and told her to feed her blood to him again that she recentred herself.
"Why can’t I turn him?" She asked quietly, wiping the bloodied blade against Clint’s shirt. He’d passed out from the pain again, and she was now bored of this ordeal. Although Aila wanted nothing more than to cause Clint a lifeti of pain, like how he had caused her to live through her life without her parents and with a mory so awful, she’d forced herself to forget.
"While I embrace this side of you.." Cassius strolled over to her casually. "I don’t at the sa ti."
Aila looked up, her brows drawing together in confusion. "What do you an.."
"You remind
of.." He dropped his gaze and looked away. "Alia, and if I let you turn him, he’d be nothing more than a plaything for the rest of your days, torturing him.." He cleared his throat, straightening his back. "And we don’t have ti to waste on such things. Get your fill of him and be done with it."
Aila gaped at him, and a shiver ran through her after hearing Alia’s na. It almost made the pounding redness around her eyes withdraw completely into seeing clearly. But it returned imdiately when her gaze fell on Clint, stirring once more. Her nose twitched, and her hatred burned as bright as it did hours before.
Cassius turned away and then paused, placing his hand on Aila’s shoulder, prompting her to look at him. "You will kill him before night falls," he ordered. No, he compelled her. She felt his power fall over her like a warm blanket, telling her to embrace it. And embrace it, she did.
Aila nodded. "He’ll die soon."
Cassius left the rooftop in a dramatic show of his powers by stepping off the rooftop. Aila rushed to the side of the building and watched as Cassius landed on a crane a few floors below before jumping and landing elegantly on the ground.
"Show off."
Aila turned back to Clint, and this ti when she fed him her blood, she had every intention of turning him. He was too weak to protest and then spat in her face when she told him her plan. "You hate my kind so much.." She’d whispered in his ear. "Why not live as one.."
Only for a little while, but she wouldn’t tell him that. Aila chuckled darkly as his eyes widened and revealed true terror at the idea of being turned into a supernatural creature. But he quickly masked it with a cruel smirk curving his lips. "Oh, Aila.. Are you really so stupid to give
such powers?"
Aila grinned and slid the knife down the side of his cheek nonchalantly, relishing as his blood trickled down his skin. "Oh.. Clint… who said anything about letting you turn properly? You know.. there are steps that need to be taken.."
Steps she was not about to follow.
Before he could process what she ant, Aila snapped his neck in one swift movent. She tilted her head to the side, feeling an odd sensation of satisfaction from breaking his neck. But she wasn’t done.
The blood Aila had been giving him might not be enough. So, to make sure she didn’t fail, the hybrid slit her wrist, grimacing at the sting and let the gushing blood fall into his mouth.
The next part of the process to make sure the transformation was a success was to cuddle their human. Or that’s the vampire’s process. Aila also knew the success rate in changing humans to vampires was relatively low. But she didn’t need it to be; she just wanted him to suffer.
Suffer he would.
Clint gasped loudly; his eyes snapped open with the smallest of red rings around his pupils. The whites of his eyes were strained with red veins, his face had grown ashen, and he shook, convulsed against the nails piercing his skin and keeping him attached to the wall.
He scread at the new injuries occurring, the way his wounds rehealed themselves under the nails, though it was an awfully slow process.
He roared, spit and blood leaving his lips. Aila sauntered away as she listened to him curse her every possible word he could think of. "You bitch!"
Was that the best he could co up with?
A manic laugh escaped her throat.
How pathetic.
"No.. Karma’s a bitch.." She suddenly appeared before his face. "You get what you deserve.."
Clint snarled, baring the beginning of what looked like small fangs.
"Any last words?" Aila asked with a smug smile and almost laughed again at feeling like a villain in a film. But she couldn’t help it, though.
Her blood certainly affected the hunter, and without going through the right process or doing whatever those scientists did in the lab, Clint didn’t have long left. Even if her blood wasn’t the one to torture his body inside out like she assud, then Aila would do it.
"Your mother scread like a whore, and your father-"
Her dagger was in his stomach before he could finish. She stabbed and stabbed until the motion, the sounds around her dulled into a red haze, and only the beat of her heart and her heavy breathing echoed across her ears as she drove that knife into him. At each slice of his body flashed the mory of her parents’ last monts.
Hands grabbed at her shoulders, but she growled and pushed them away. They clutched at her again, and she swung the dagger, her eyes still set on Clint. She breathed heavily, watching his butchered body doused in blood. Slowly, parts of him began to heal.
Aila instantly went for him again, a scream erupting from her lips, one she couldn’t hear above the sound of her heart and the anger in her blood.
"Aila!"
She halted for a mont but shook her head. She charged at the hunter again until her legs were kicked out beneath her, the dagger skidding across the ground. The hybrid started to jump to her feet, but a heavy weight fell on top of her.
She shouted and scread, head going from side to side as tears welled in her eyes, and she beat at whatever was on top of her, stopping her from finishing what she had started.
"Aila."
There it was again. That voice. That voice called to her. Still, she raged on, her claws growing and scratching out.
"Angel.."
Aila froze. The fog around her mind started to dissipate, and she felt her body relax and ease into the cocoon of warmth surrounding her.
"My angel.. hush… hush.. it’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you."
His voice soothed her. That was until she slt and felt the dampness of his blood seep into her clothes.
What had she done?
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