Chapter 85: In Hell
Nelly
I swiftly end the call and discreetly tuck the phone beneath the bench. Returning to my seat, I tenderly stroke Hunter's hair, noting that he remains unconscious. The memory of Peter's violent intrusion during dinner flashes through my mind. Despite Hunter's valiant efforts to defend us, Peter managed to inflict harm before Peter finally nearly killed him, rendering him unconscious with a forceful throw against the wall. Helpless, I clung to Alexis as she wept, her distress echoing through the room. If I hadn't been pregnant, I would have gotten Peter while he was distracted by Hunter when he shifted.
As the door creaks open, Alexis's sobs intensify, signaling Stephen's arrival with her in tow. I leap to my feet, eager to comfort her, but Stephen cruelly withholds her from my embrace. "Please, Stephen... She's just a child," I plead, my heart aching with desperation.
"Get up. It's your turn," he replies coldly, his voice cutting through the tension in the room.
"Why are you doing this? Vincent has been nothing but loyal to you," I plead, desperation creeping into my voice.
"He has something I want," he says, his eyes cold and calculating.
I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. "What is that?"
"Her." He nods towards Alexis, who is still thrashing in his arms, her cries piercing the air.
"MMMMAAAA!" she screams, her tiny voice filled with fear and confusion.
"Shhh...it's okay, girl," I whisper, my determination growing stronger. I will find a way to save her.
"I want to find out what mutated and caused this to happen so I can have my own. We could finally have the one thing that we've always wanted. Vampires would then be nearly invincible," he explains, his words sending a chill down my spine.
"You could have asked us. You didn't have to do this!" I pleaded, my voice shaking with anger and fear.
"Honestly, I didn't think you would. I know how Vincent is about being tested on after what happened," he replies, his tone unapologetic.
"Please, give her to me," I beg, my voice filled with desperation and determination.
"Follow me and behave, and I'll hand her back to you," he commanded. Reluctantly, I complied, trailing behind him down a dimly lit corridor. The air was thick with tension as he led me into a small, sterile lab and motioned for me to sit.
With a sense of relief, he placed Alexis in my arms, and she immediately settled. "That's my girl," he murmured with a hint of pride.
A nervous doctor approached, his hands shaking as he fiddled with vials. "Calm down, you idiot. She's not going to harm you with the child in her arms," Stephen reassured him.
I shot Stephen a defiant glare as the doctor approached with a needle. With a hiss, I recoiled, causing the doctor to stumble and fall to the ground. Stephen was too preoccupied to notice as I seized the opportunity to escape.
As I reached the door, a hand grabbed me by the collar and yanked me back. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" Peter's obnoxious voice pierced the air. Regret washed over me as I wished I had dealt with killed before.
“Let me go!”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. He leaned down and kissed my neck. I struggled against him. Alexis started screaming. “Shut that kid up or I will!” Peter yells. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, sending shivers down my spine. The sickening sensation only intensified as his musky smell filled the air. "When they finish with you, I'm taking you to my room. I want to see what all the fuss is about. I want to understand why Vincent is so attached to this," he said in a husky voice, attempting to sound menacing. I remained silent, unsure of how to respond. The tension in the room was palpable, and I could feel the weight of his words hanging in the air because I now knew that angering him could result in him hurting my child or me.
What I want to do is tell everyone off as to why they can't play god. Idiots playing god started the war in the first place. Then I would enjoy watching each of them turn to ash before I watch the researchers bleed out. But I need to keep a level head. My boys will be here soon, and then all of these fuckers will be dead.
He forcefully drags me back to the lab, where the terrified doctor is being reprimanded for allowing me to escape. Stephen looms over the doctor's weakened body before callously letting it collapse to the ground, drained of blood. "Now, if any of you slack off again, you'll suffer the same fate," he warns menacingly.
Peter compels me to sit down, wrenching Alexis from my grasp. "No!" I cry out in protest.
"Behave yourself, and she'll remain unharmed," Peter coldly commands, his tone dripping with malice.
I started to panic. When they ran my blood, I knew they would find out. Two vampires hold me down, allowing them to draw my blood. Once done, Stephen takes Alexis and walks out of the room. I go to follow him when Peter grabs me. “Oh no, no sweetheart. You are coming with me.”
“No! Peter, please don't do this.”
“I like begging, keep it up,” he replies.
“I don't beg, but you will be. You just touched what isn't yours. You are all dead, but you're too dumb to realize it,” I hiss. He slaps me as he drags me to a room. I try to fight him off, but I have to be careful because I am pregnant. Unfortunately, he manages to tie my hands and feet to the bed.
“Relax, beautiful,” he says. Not a fucking chance in hell!