already knew men were going to try things with me. Part of me believed the other female used Barcel to keep the others away.
"You say that like there's something special about being a man," I kept my voice monotone and uncaring. "God created Eve from Adam's rib to stand beside him, Vampire."
His eyes darkened when I brought in my religious beliefs. It was the quickest way to piss off vampires. Still, nothing I said was a lie.
A crowd began to gather, curious as to how he'd react to my words. I didn't speak often, but I was well versed from watching all of my father's meetings.
That was what no one understood. I might've been trapped in the keep for my safety, but he made sure I would be what the world needed, if his absence came.
Here we stood, absent of his leadership.
It was up to me to keep our connections secure and running. Luckily, I had Augustine on my side. With him, I knew our work could be manageable, once we got out.
"Yeah, and what's his views on violence?" He pushed my shoulder, trying to dominate me. "You gonna fight me or take my beating like the bitch you are?"
My eyes quickly scanned the room. I found Caine and Axel with Barcel, trying to secure some kind of deal with the devil himself. They all watched his minion picking on me.
Caine just waved at me with a wicked grin of excitement. I bet he put this jerk up to it. Still, it didn't change what I had to do.
"Violence is not the best course of action for peace, but with permission from God, I can act with such primitive behavior." By speaking his name, I opened up my line to him.
Still, I knew how many prayed to the almighty. Until I gained his permission to act on his behalf, I couldn't raise my fist without sinning.
Everyone shared a laugh around me. The guy who tried to push my buttons, looked over his shoulder at his friends.
Yes, I understood how comical it was to have an angel of the light detained in a supernatural prison with the sickest of criminals. It didn't change the secrets I contained that would keep me alive while here.
As the man turned back, I saw his hit coming before he did it. He thought he took me by surprise, but I wouldn't engage in any way without permission. Taking the hit, my stomach caved around his bony fist.
Still, I straightened myself right after he hit me. Yes, it hurt, but these idiots didn't understand my relationship with the aches that come from a human body.
How I craved the satisfaction of being hurt. Pain made things real. It told me I was alive enough to feel it through the numbness.
Keeping my composure, these were the last people I wanted knowing I craved pain in such an intimate way. My opponent didn't like that I handled it so maturely.
This time, he hooked me across the face with his left hand. I took the damage to my lower jaw, feeling the tingle within my gums. Some blood lined my teeth on that side, but I kept my mouth shut to hide it.
As the guy grew angry, I finally felt the presence of the holy one fill my mind and heart. His comfort reached me as I rolled my shoulders.
Lyra, do not take hits waiting on me. Defend yourself. Your self-defense will always be excused. Use the power of my name if you must. Also, call him by the name of Jeremiah and send him home.
Now that I had the creator's permission, the game had just changed.
When he went to hit me harder, I lifted my elbow to block his side hit. I felt the pressure of his arm line up with mine.
Now that he was open from my block, I lifted my leg to kick him in his middle. It knocked him back, to slam against the wall. I crowded his space, swinging at his jaw. Mine was a straight shot to his teeth, though. Hitting him square in the mouth, I also got him low on the nose.
He voiced his pain with a grunt, but I wasn't done. If people were going to know who they were up against, they'd learn right now the kind of fighter I was.
If they thought my dad kept me sitting pretty after he found me, they were dead wrong. I was trained in combat, just in case it happened again.
My hand fisted