Chapter 100 The death match
The death match
Milo POV
“Rise and shine, time to shed some blood!"
The first thing that woke me up from my sleep was an irritating voice that boomed in my head, further increasing the migraine that wanted to split my head into half, like someone was hammering nails into my skull.
I gritted my teeth, my eyelashes fluttering weakly. I didn’t in any way want to get up, but then, as if waiting for the right moment, I cracked open my eyelids …
“Finally, you are awake. It's about time to burn the world together.”
That voice…, I remembered it as the same voice from the dream world.
I rolled my eyes, dragging myself upright with a groan. “Good morning to you too,” I muttered bitterly.
“Morning? There’s no morning. Only opportunities and blood. Lots of blood.”
My lips pressed tight. Trying hard to ignore the relentless voice to focus on my body. I noticed the bandages were still on, but that was just it, I felt no pain, or anything at all, just a little itchiness only.
My heart skipped a beat. Damon hadn’t… he couldn’t have…
“Dont he delusional, He branded you. Don’t you remember the furnace? The screams? He ruined your life, our life, Milo. He’s not different from the rest. He deserves death.”
I shut my eyes hard, trying to reign in my anger that was trying to cloud my senses.
What was happening to me? Why was I suddenly feeling the urge to murder someone?...
“Stop, just stop.” I yelled out aloud
Immediately, the murderous intentions vanished, leaving me breathless and gasping for air like I just ran a marathon.
Deep fear settled in my bones. Did the voice just make me lose control of my emotions? I had felt the familiar hotness rising up like a slumbering beast that stirred.
I paused, and another thought crashed inside my mind… my wolf.”
“Lior” my voice trembled, “lior tell me you are there, please.”
But there was no answer
My breath hitched, horror climbing up my throat. Where was my wolf?
“That weakling? He is hiding, basically afraid of me.” The evil voice chuckled darkly.
“You…”
“But he is fine… for now.”
Relief and dread mixed together spread inside my whole body. My wolf was alive. He was only hiding inside, refusing to come out for now.
I paused,
Did the evil voice say “for now…”
The door creaked open, I was expecting one of the numerous nurses that have been coming in and out….
But to my greatest shock
“Milo?…”
I froze.
“Daphne?” My voice cracked with different emotions.
Relief, joy, happiness, and shock mixed in one.
She stood there with her signature, radiant smile I didn't realise I had missed until now. Her skin glowed with renewed vigor and strength I thought she would never have again. She was alive with no sign of the sickness again.
I teared up immediately as she crossed the room in quick steps before her hands wrapped around me in a half hug. I stiffened at the complete foreign feeling, but I didn't let it deter me, I let her warmth press against me. My throat burned with unshed tears..
“You are awake,” she whispered. “I am so sorry, Milo. I heard…”
“Weak,” the voice hissed in my skull, dripping venom. “She is the reason you are in pain. If not for her, none of this would have happened. She deserves to die. Let me…”
My fingers twitched. I felt Daphne's body stiffen in my hands. As fast as lightning, I jerked away from her. My heart was suddenly racing for no reason. My nails were about to dig into her throat and dug into my sweaty palms. I hissed in pain.
Her eyes widened in worry. “Milo? What happened?”
I froze. Pure horror rippled through me as I tried to process what had almost happened. I had… leaked killing intent, then as if my body was on autopilot, it had moved for a kill.
Disgust welled up in my stomach. Was that me…or the voice?
“I…i am fine,” I lied quickly, trying to force a weak smile. “my wounds just...”
Her eyes widened in realisation, “silly me, i had totally forgotten that you are still seriously injured.” She smiles at me apologetically, sitting beside me on the bed.
“How long have I been out?” I tried to fill in the awkward silence.
“You have been asleep for four days.”
My jaw dropped to the floor. “Four days?”
“Yes.”
Panic surged through my body. “But…the donations! My blood…I am supposed to…”
Her hand gripped mine, firm. “It’s not your fault. For now, try and recover, milo. ”
Her words didn’t soothe. Instead, everything worsened. Four was a huge number, and I had spent it lying on bed like a sleeping princess.
What happened to my daily donation of blood? What about my training that I had missed for four days now? Speaking of which…
“Where is Cornel?” I asked.
Her smile faltered. Her mood immediately shifted instantly. “He is not available.”
“how?...” i asked suspiciously, my brows furrowing.
“H…he is serving punishment.” She said, her eyes darted everywhere but on me.
“Punishment?” My pulse quickened. “What type of punishment? And why?...who punished him?...”
My questions came after one another, but before she could answer anyone, the door slammed open.
“...I punished him.”
The air thickened instantly, and my body instinctively reacted to the voice.
My heart squeezed painfully in my chest.
“Damon?...”
What was he doing here?
His eyes locked on me with an intense, burning look that screamed trouble.
“What did you do behind my back, Milo?. Spit it out now, else…” His voice rolled through my body ina. Dangerous way, carrying with it, something heavier than anger.
Confusion ripped through me. “I…I don’t…”
I froze. My gaze darted towards Daphne, whose face looked paler than before, and was that guilt written almost over her face.
My stomach twisted. The walls around me seemed to tilt and crumble all at once.
“D-Daphne?” My voice trembled.
She opened her mouth, but no words could come out.
My chest tightened. “What…" Did you do?”
Her lips trembled. She shook her head, whispering, “I am sorry, Milo. I am so sorry. I just wanted to keep you safe…”
“Why are you apologizing?”
My blood ran cold.
Damon stepped further into the room, his expression turning into a blind rage that was directed towards me.
“I knew about your little stunt when I was away.” he said, voice low and edged with dangerous fury. “Your bet to fight in the death match.”
The room spun around me. My heart lurched so violently it hurt.
“I…” My throat felt like it was closing. Words stumbled out. “I accepted it freely. It was my choice, Damon.”
His jaw ticked, the muscle in his cheek twitching like he was grinding his teeth down to dust. “Your choice?” His voice was hoarse and strained, as if he was holding back something far uglier. “Do you have any idea what you just did, you signed a fucking binding agreement with Cornel. And by law you are mandated to keep your promise else face the wrath of the moon.
“Noo… I didn't." I tried to defend myself.
“Then check your wrist, that mark is a binding mark you definitely swore too.” Damon scowled,
That was when it all came to me like a movie played in fast motion. The strange cuff Cornel had given me, then afterwards the burning incident in the hospital that gave me the small mark. I have always wondered what was in that cuff Cornel had given to me.
But now, everything started to make sense now that Damon said it.
The air suddenly became heavy between us. I wanted to say something, I really wanted to tell him that there was a mistake, or even a set up… but when I opened my mouth, nothing could come out.
“Just like I suspected.” Damon murmured, his hands curled into fists beside him. His body trembled like he was on the edge of exploding. He turned sharply toward the door.
“The Bloodmoon” he rasped, his voice low but ringing like steel. “It is in two days… get ready milo.”
My blood froze.
He didn’t look at me again. He didn’t even spare Daphne a glance. He stormed out of the room, the sound of the door slamming behind him echoed like thunder, leaving behind his last words.
Two days.
Two days until the death match!!!