Chapter 16: CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The early morning breeze graced her long bronze hair, making a few strands sway from left to right across her face. Adam was the last person she wanted to set her eyes on that morning, and the fact that he has been appearing around her lately irked her.

“I should address that question to you as well, don't you think? Why are you in my presence?” Her nostrils expanded and relaxed, following the ticking best of her angry vampire heart.

If only I could suck his veins dry. She thought to herself. She pictured herself with those sharp competent fangs, grabbing unto Adam's shirt, sniffing him out, relishing the meal she's about to have. Slowly diving through his skin, electric currents clinging to her teeth while her lips and tongue work in chorus to draw food from his damn veins.

Sarah licked her lips, playing put the whole scenario in her head with Adam standing about a yard in front of her, and Kira next to her shivering.

His husky voice sent her out of the journey she was having on her head.

“You belong to the jungle, don't you? So you need not act like you own the streets too,” he told her. Adam shut the door to his car and went arms akimbo. His black tank top peeked out of his buttoned-half-way-up brown shirt. The tattoo on his chest didn't hide itself.

She did not respond, but her gaze never left his. She was so angry, but tried holding herself back from doing anything that'd make Kira know she's a vampire. She had already tried her vampire antics on a human (Adam), which only ended up in futility. Sarah didn't want to waste her time doing that again.

She moved an inch closer down from the hilly road, but before Sarah was able to move any further, the other lady spoke.

“She tried to kill me, Adam.” Kira broke the awkward silence, as she was not comfortable with Adam and Sarah looking at each other and saying nothing.

Sarah widened her eyes and turned to Kira.

“Holy Vikings! I wasn't trying to kill you, girl.” She waved her hands in front of her face.

“Then why was she running from you?” Adam snapped. It was then he noticed Sarah was wearing a nightdress. It was worn inside out.

“Don't I have the right to clothe myself?” she asked rhetorically.

Adam smirked, walking a little closer to them. The gentle morning wind ran a little through his hair, making them sit back. This showed more of his forehead. He had such a great facial shape.

“You don't. You shouldn't take other people's things forcefully. That's selfishness.”

“I don't care,” Sarah told him. “Release the girl,” she added, walking towards them.

Kira backed away, while Adam stood still. He was prepared to attack her now. He couldn't run from her, he wasn't going to look lame in front of his subject.

“Run! Take the path to the oak tree. It's the shortest route,” he told Kira. She hesitated at first, but she fled on second thought.

Sarah was furious now. She lunged at Adam and tried to dig her long sharp nails in his neck. Adam was very much tempted to release his lycan. His eyes were slowly turning to flame blue.

“Why did you make her flee? I needed her footwear, you bonehead.”

Adam snapped out of his transforming self and pushed Sarah away. He dusted his shirt and looked at her, wondering at how dangerous and needy she was at the same time. She was proud, he could tell, because who acts like that when they should be begging for help...or at least "pretend" to be nice.

“If you need shoes, then beg for it, not exerting power on things that are not yours. Did you not learn manners where you came from?”

“Watch it!” she shouted.

Adam could see sense she was going to hurt others as well. What if someone else was attacked and didn't have anywhere to turn to? He went to meet Sarah, grabbing her firmly by the wrist. Surprisingly, she didn't hesitate. Adam made her sit in the passenger's seat and tried to use the seatbelt on her.

Sarah stopped him from pulling the belt thinking he's trying to tie her up. Adam brushed off her hand, telling her to stay still.

“It's safety precaution. Don't you even know that too?”

She shook her head.

“You barely know anything, huh, and you go around causing trouble,” Adam remarked, shutting the door to her side. He left the car and dashed into a busy nearby. Sarah's eyes followed him from inside the car. One part of her wanted her to stay patient and calm in the car, but her vampire instincts urged her to avoid being caged in a human's car.

She tried unbuckling the belt, but didn't know how they worked. She kept tugging at it, trying to use her teeth to cut the belt off of her slim self. This didn't look like a fucking a fucking safety precaution to her. Was he trying to take her somewhere to be caged? Again? Never.

“Safety pre-pre...pre function my foot! Argh!”

Sarah kept struggling to free herself. The car bounced along with the heavy movements she was making in the car.

An approaching travel bus blared it horns in her ears. Sarah drummed her hands vehemently on the dashboard in a bid to grab the attention of the passengers. Only if she knew the car's glasses were tinted and she could only see outside, but whoever was outside wouldn't be able to see the inside.

Sarah figured she should probably just try to slide herself out of the belt. She pushed the belt that went horizontally past her abdomen down, holding the slanting one away from her head. She turned it to the right, it went past her arm to her back. With a little bit of stress she gets herself out of the clutches of the "prison rope".

She was free, now it was left to her to try and find her way out of the cage itself.

“How has the world changed so much? I don't see any horses or ships. Where did they all vanish to? All I see is hundreds of this annoying box,” Sarah nagged, kicking the door hard with her foot.

Sarah's pale skin was all sweaty now. She rubbed and scratched her hair violently like they had flees on them. She was famished and needed food. She looked down into the street ahead, then back at the road behind, then sideways into the bush Adam had just gone into.

She was so sure he had gotten to get more hands to cage her up. She knew she currently didn't have the strength to fight back if she got in trouble, so it was best for her to run away than expect to fight...and win. Sarah hated the life she was living at that moment. She missed the life of command and power she has been used to before her family decided to oust her. It was a painful reality she had to deal with now that she didn't know where she was or couldn't go out to look for her people. What if they captured her again and made sure she was never able to escape it this time.

Sarah looked carefully around the car, to see if there was just a way out for her. She intuitively pulled at the door hinge. Seeing the door slide open was like a miracle to Sarah. With her two feet touching the warm tarred road, she took to her heels and didn't look back once.

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Adam had not walked very far into the woods when his body mechanism started to change. His lycan was very much drawn to Sarah's spirit that it wanted to mark her immediately, but Adam kept fighting the urge. He didn't want to. He didn't like her, and didn't want to see himself having any such relationship with her, ever.

Adam was a warrior wolf who could control his shifting as he pleased, but on rare occasions as this, the strength to do so went beyond him.

Adam's pupils dilated and switched faster than speed of light into a flaming blue color with yellow glowing orbs radiating from his eye sockets. His human skin had started stretching out, strands of hair sprouted from his pores like the leaves from an old woman's fresh garden.

The wolf's human skin shed off in some areas and was replaced with a beastly kind. The hairs rapidly enveloped his entire skin like a newborn wrapped in swaddling clothes. No one would see this beast and say it was Adam.

His joints snapped, popped and cracked repositioning his skeleton into a different symmetry. Sharp black long claws grew out his fingers, elongating the carpals about three inches longer than their normal size. His toe nails straightened out into a different form as well.

Adam's muscles grew taut, protruded, thickened and burgeoned ten times the size they were before. His bones contorted, his shape changed gradually. His thistle stretched longer and arched up to his cervical spine, giving him a hunch back. A vibrating sensation started in his ears, they were pulled backwards to get pointy. They both stretch to the sides of his head.

His skull started to change form. It was pulled forward and split away, consequently causing a snout to form. His jaws were dislodged to create a deadline one. While the snout and jaws find their fitting place in his face, his teeth elongated, his canines growing longer than the rest to form flesh-tearing fangs.

A rumbling growl escaped his throat like a chorus. Adam, rather than feel strength, was exhausted. He sat on his knees and stared into nothing ahead waiting to transform into his normal self before anyone saw him.