harley westward

Here we are in the heart of the darkness

'Throw them into the cages.' Risque's sentence sent countless cold needles through her entire body. No. Like hell she was going into another cage again. Yet she knew, she knew she had no say. She could fight. But she would lose. Not those fucking cages. Harley could not stop the words from leaving her. "How long?" She demanded like she would get an answer. Nothing. The only response the raven-haired woman received was a mere cold glance that spoke all that Risque thought of her. A nuisance. Oh, she would show her what a nuisance was like. "HOW fucking long?" She demanded, that blazing violet defiance entered her eyes. She hated how her voice cracked, the way that icy prickle of panic leak into her words that only earned herself a cruel grin upon the Risque's face. Harley hated she gave her that satisfaction, that knowing that she had gotten to her. Harley fought against the binding vice grip that found her easily. It happened far too quickly before she could turn all suicidal and lunge at the vampire queen herself. She didn't know who held her, but she struggled like hell. She clawed and kicked in attempts to avoid her fate that was all but inevitable. She knew it as that grip tightened into a suffocating hold. She was suddenly unaware of her surrounding as blackness stole her vision.

Harley could feel consciousness slowly return to her, aware of the cold ground against her cheek, the eerie quiet that could pick up every stray movement. It was not the same place. It was another room. Where? A groan arose from her as she attempted to open her eyes, feeling as though every part of her ached. Awareness was slow but it was inevitable. Hooray for rapid healing. She felt like she had a killer hangover. But that wasn't even enough when her blurry eyes began to focus. NO! She was quick to launch to her feet. Too fast. Much too fast. She nearly toppled over but caught herself. She quieted for a second as if the woman tried to collect herself, drawing in a steadying breath to ground herself before she rushed that door to the cage. It was much larger than the one she had been stuffed in the last time. She forgot the silver that coated the bars, her fingers wrapped around the enforced metal that burned her hands.

She shook the door with all her might as if she might be able to rattle it free, ignoring the pain. Her powers reached out in a rush and yet they were no match to the silver. It was like she could feel it, could touch it but it seemed to repel her. What was the fucking purpose of these powers if the one thing it could do to save her denied her? She recoiled from the bars with hands reddened. "Fuck!" She yelled in the wake of her frustration as she all but ignored the that was trapped in this cage with her. She swore her voice echoed in that cursed room as if to mock her. "Fucking vampires!" She yelled once more with feeling just because she could and it felt good to curse them all.

Harley kicked at the cage door with her boot which did nothing except for making more noise. At least this time she wasn't injured. Not like she was when she was tossed in her mauled, without food or water.

She could have screamed out her frustration to the fucking world. Ranted like a lunatic! Yet it was pointless. Once she could look beyond the anger, she began to pace like the caged animal she was... all while Tetradore looked painfully calm. Harley avoided even looking at him until that moment. How did he do it? How did he remain so blissfully unaffected? She spat a colourful insult to the fanged ones that tormented her existence.

That room was painfully barren, almost like they did it on purpose, as if to ensure that there was nothing to be used for her escape. No reprieve from the dismal outcome that had befallen them. Endlessly, she paced and ignored Tetradore while doing it. She pulled out her phone, no service. This room was a dead zone. It would likely die well before they decided to let them out. What if they didn't? What if the whole point of this was have Tetradore and her face off until only one stood? She wouldn't put it passed them and she had burned through too much energy. Fuck. A deep frown settled across her features as her mind began to think of the twisted possibilities that served to be a metaphorical noose around her neck. It didn't help. Not at all. In fact, it made that cage seem smaller.... And Tetradore's presence even bigger. As if he could grow and take up the whole damn cage no matter how large it was. A frustrated hand rose to her raven locks, combing through them. Was it getting warm in here? She slid her leather jacket from her slender shoulders, leaving her in a simple dark graphic tank and sooty hued jeans. She tossed that jacket and phone to the furthest spot within that cage from Tetradore, her supposed alpha. Yeah right. He could force her to shift, could pin her to the ground and call it submission but he was not her alpha.

Quiet.

It was too quiet that it was loud. It made it worse. Her own heartbeat, every clang against a bar, every sound of her booted feet and any muffled sound that made it through those thick walls haunted her. Her skin felt like it was crawling and yet there was nothing on her skin? She felt close to the feline within her as if she wanted out. Her arms crossed like she was cold, rubbing the planes of her exposed arms to sooth the familiar tug of an unwanted shift. The silence, she couldn't stand it. Just like she couldn't stand being in here with him. His mere presence was stifling enough. Which was worse? Narrowed eyes finally tracked Tetradore. The man that tortured her more than once.. forced her hand... and then finally made her this thing. It pissed her off to merely look at him, a reminder of what he was and all he had done were etched in her memory like scars that her flesh would never bare.

"How can you just sit there like nothing bothers you?" It was like he was just as devoid of human emotions as the vampires they served.

"There has to be a way out of here."

Right?