Chapter 11: Punishing John

Reaching down to Greta he grabbed her hand and pulled her up. Looking her up and down to make sure he didn’t see anything broken. But there were bruises forming on her shoulders.

Straightening her skirt down, she looked up into his eyes with tears. Not wavering or looking away through her fake tears she took a step closer to him, her chest touching his. “Thank you, I’m so thankful you were here. He was going to do things to me that I can’t even fathom.” I can think of things you can do to me though; thoughts of Alexander were running through her mind as she looked at his chiseled handsome face.

Placing her hand on his chest, Greta clung tightly to Alexanders waist with the other, subtly touching his side. This is my chance to seduce Alexander or at least get him interested.

Alexander stiffened and blushed, quickly pushing Greta away, only to see her crying and thanking him. I should take care of John; he needs to be punished.

Greta noticed he blushed. Alexander used to blush with her at times, why won’t he admit he is Alexander and not Simon?

Greta was a Saint so why was she touching me and getting this close? He was confused at her obvious come on to him. Alexander was also skeptical; she was getting hurt too frequently. Something was always going on with her. She was either getting seasick, falling, being chased or getting cut. Why would her uncle want to hurt her? He knew the reason she was able to board the ship was because her Uncle John was on it, and

he helped her board. Why would she want to go from a saint being taken very well care of to a cook’s helper on a ship?

Does she have a motive? When he saw her for the first time on board, he asked around trying to find out how she got on. He checked the ship’s roster, and she was not on it. He knew she didn’t have any money. Needing to find more information because Greta was getting hurt too frequently, and this time the assailant was even her uncle. He needed to find answers, whether she is going to tell him or this John guy is. Either way he will get the answer.

Throwing John into the holding room, he asked him “Are you really Greta’s Uncle? why are you trying to rape her?” John smiled, pushing himself up into a sitting position on the floor. Alexander hated the look on John’s face, it was a sarcastic look like he owned the world.

“Answer me John….I need answers and you are the one that has them.” Alexander took his fist and slammed it against the wall near John’s head. John winced and shut his eyes at the sound of his fist cracking the wood. Slowly opening his eyes, he smiled at Alexander.

“Why do you care? Do you want to fuck her? If you do, I can arrange it?” John thought maybe he could make a deal with this giant of a man and get out of the holding room.

Alexander was disgusted by the words of what he just said. “Why would an uncle offer his niece to someone for sex? That’s just sick.”

John started to laugh as he lowered his head, the laughing stopped, and he slowly raised his head and spit at Alexander’s feet. Simon decided to take over and pushed Alexander to the back of his mind. Simon’s eyes turned dark gold from anger, he wanted to kill John.

“Fuck you Lord Alexander, still holding his stomach from the hit he received earlier from Alexander. “I will fuck whoever I want, niece or not. Anyway, if you want to know why then why don’t ask the bitch?”

“I’m not Alexander, my name is Simon.”

John’s eyes grew huge at seeing Alexander change into a leopard, a tail came curling out from behind Simon, Claws grew from his fingers and leopards’ ears peaked out of Simon’s head.

Simon’s eyes turned dark, walking closer to John like he is stalking a pray in the wild, raising his hand swiped across John’s throat. Blood splattered over the walls and the floor. John held his throat, eyes bulging. Simon being the leopard he is, swiftly descends on John and Bites his neck, taking a chunk out. Standing up Simon spits the bloody skin and muscle out of his mouth.

John tried to speak but no words would form from his sliced vocal cords. Simon read John’s lips saying what are you? As blood dripped from his mouth and neck.

Simon stood tall, with his shoulders bent back, his strength showing. His tail swayed back and forth as it curled around one of Simon’s legs. Breathing heavily, he took his booted foot and kicked John backwards. He fell on his back on the blood-soaked wood floor.

“No one spits at me and lives. I should have given you a slow death, but Alexander didn’t even want me to kill you so for Alexander, I made it quick.” Looking down at John his eyes, turning hazy and grey. Simon spat on John’s face. “Fuck you.” His claws retreated into his fingers but the flesh from John’s neck that was under Simons nails was pushed out and fell into the pool of blood.

Simon let Alexander regain control and the tail disappeared along with the aura of a wild leopard. “Damn Simon, did you have to make a mess?” Grabbing buckets of water from the holding room to clean some of the blood away he just gave up. John was lying on his back with his neck ripped up and a huge bite out of it. He deserved it He walked away with John to put him in the holding room.

He walked away with John to put him in the holding room.

Alexander. Simon was happy at what he just done, circling around in Alexanders mind.

Alexander laughed knowing how happy Simon was and yeah, John deserved to die. Just wished it hadn’t been such a mess in this small room.