Chương 226: 26. Eye Of A Tiger.
As I, Mimi Springcove, an immortal hybrid and quite possibly one of the deadliest creatures in the universe, stepped into the arena, I made sure to keep my emotions in check. Despite being pumped full of sedatives and then stimulants, I kept my control, not being a mindless beast, yet. My new and improved rage distribution system was working flawlessly, and not even their combination of drugs and stimulants could turn me into a mindless killing machine.
I maintained a neutral expression and thought to myself, "If they want a spectacle, then I'll give them one. And I'll make sure that greedy pig doesn't profit too much from me."
I wore a loose tee shirt and pants, with my hair chopped off and dyed blonde, attempting to make myself appear younger. I let my wildness shine through my face, so that anyone who laid eyes on me would immediately recognize that I was far from being human. I knew that trying to escape would be futile, as the ship was constantly in motion, and the enchanted collar around my neck ensured my confinement in this form. No chance of taking my feline forms. I had attempted to remove it, but it was secured with powerful spells from black wizards and dark elves. It would take time to break free, and knowing my luck, they would ensure the spells were held despite me being a siphon and sucking that damn black magic out of the collar all the time.
However, that didn't stop me. I kept myself open, my panels wide open, absorbing everything around me. They had underestimated or simply didn't know about the bond between protectors and their pack members. Our connection remained open, allowing me to send boosts of energy to the salvatores if I sensed they needed it. Although I wasn't an energy creature like them, this method still worked. If only I could make them understand this. I wasn't sure if our leader, number one, could send energy to the rest of the pack, as he held a unique position. Perhaps it was time to put it to the test.
I tried reaching out to someone, anyone, but received no response. Either they were incapacitated or their side of the connection wasn't functioning. No matter, I would work with everything I had, using my role as an energy battery. I collected and shared power to the best of my abilities.
Of course, there was always the possibility that something would change, either in me or them, and that connection would be broken. But there was one thing that I kept in mind. I kept on collecting the energies that flooded into my tanks. They were nothing nice. There was pure love here, more like pure greed or corruption, but they were energies nonetheless.
As I walked into the arena, the announcer's voice boomed through the wretched ship where I had been kidnapped. And what I saw was not just about me, not entirely. Horatio was as disgusting as ever, but now he was fat and still very rodent-like. His teeth looked like rat teeth, and as he waddled, he almost seemed to have a tail. Being a feline, he was so nervous near me. He was, after all, prey, and I was the predator. But for now, I had no chance to attack him. Maybe at some point.
"Against our reigning champion, we have tonight, our first feline," the announcer had fun with his jokes. "Well, she is a hybrid, but worry not. She is staying in her humanoid form. No need to see our champion hurt innocent animals!"
He continued to present me. "She is also a vampire and alpha female. Let's see if she can tame our champion. And who knows, maybe these two monsters will hit it off and we shall witness a union like no other!"
I rolled my eyes, but I kept up my role perfectly. Glancing nervously all around me, unsure of what I would have to do, I wrung my hands and kept an expression of fear and apprehension. I was overacting, but no one really cared, did they now?
Once again, I saw Nick, Elias, and Cole sitting in the audience. Of course, that was fine by me. I locked eyes with Cole, stared at him, and let my vampire aura come out, so my eyes turned black. I saw him swallow nervously. Oh, how fun. He was scared, and Nick seemed to say something to him.
I walked to the middle of the arena, and one door slid open. A huge scarred demon emerged, not a division demon, but one of my favorites. Fine, I got served a nice meal here. But from the expression on his face, it seemed like he was doped up as hell. It might not be wise to drink too much. Well, the drugs they would use on him didn't really mess with my mind, but they affected my other systems. Sometimes they ignited my lust like nothing else, and it would be a little hard to control. But then again, I had my pack. Surely, they could handle my lust.
I couldn't help but smile in my mind as I imagined the confusion on our pack leader's face if he received the transmission from me, the heavy flood of my intense lust during his fight. He would surely question what I was up to. But that's fine. He could use it. I was just not sure what would his first thought be.
As the ugly, scarred demon approached, boasting in his delirium, not thinking clearly, I was not deterred from having my fun. As he strode towards me, I quickly turned and delivered a powerful kick straight to his groin. He had positioned himself perfectly to receive the impact, meaning he walked right at my kicking foot, but I maintained my balance and did not fall over. He doubled over in pain, gasping for breath, while I relished in the success of my strike.
You see, even though demons have external genitals, they are not as sensitive as humans'. The sweet spot lies in their lower stomach, where their sperm sack would be. And that's where my kick landed. The demon remained doubled over, and I leisurely walked around him, waiting for him to recover from the pain.
The audience watched, thinking that my hit was a stroke of luck and that I was too cocky. Well, I was indeed cocky, but not without good reason. I had the skills to back it up. Finally, the demon managed to stand up, still slightly hunched over and unable to speak. I leaped into the air, supernaturally high, and grabbed his arm between my legs. As we twisted in mid-air, there was a distinct crunch as his right arm became trapped and his shoulder dislocated.
He howled in pain as he landed on his back. I struck him with my fist, targeting a specific spot beneath his jaw, instantly paralyzing him. I stood up, dusted off my pants, and walked away, not even bothering to look at him. Once again, murmurs filled the audience, questioning why I didn't kill him when I had the chance.
The demon was unable to move, so I finally turned around and approached him. He was glaring at me, unable to speak. I looked at him like a piece of meat. And then it was time to amp this up even more. Determined to make things even creepier, I allowed my vampire side to emerge, unaffected by the collar. I could now clearly see the fear in Cole's face, knowing that my voice would carry.
With a loud voice, I taunted him, "What's the matter, my meal? Don't you want me to bite you, to cook for me, to be with me, to be mine? I'm right here. If you plead and beg, I just might bite you. All you have to do is remember the euphoria of my bite."
I noticed Nick grabbing his brother, who had been ready to stand up. It was good to see that I still had some control.
I approached the demon and lifted its shirt, addressing the audience, "I'm not in the mood for a gorefest, but I will end his life. You just need to know the anatomy of demons to make this enjoyable."
I traced a line on the demon's belly with my long black poison nail. The demon groaned and attempted to move.
I spoke, calmly, enjoying my power over him and what I was about to do. "He is paralyzed permanently. I struck a particular nerve cluster with enough force to destroy it. And this right here, it is his main vessel that keeps him alive. Demons don't have arteries and veins like we do. It's a whole different thing... like this."
I plunged my nail into his belly, causing green-black sludge to pour out.
I explained, "This is his life essence, not blood, but everything else."
I broke my nail and left it in the wound, making it continue to bleed. Then I rose to my feet and took a few steps back as a puddle started forming beneath him. He struggled to move, but he couldn't. He could still breathe and blink, but the only thing he could feel was himself draining away on the hard, cold concrete. He could see the pleasure of victory in my eyes and feel himself dying.
I allowed my normal form to emerge instead of constantly being in my vampire form. Reaching under my tee shirt, I prepared to take my stance against the originals. Using my nail, I opened a small incision beneath my rib and carefully retrieved a wooden stick.
It was another piece of the tree that could kill the originals, and I had inserted a few of these sticks into my body. They were now saturated with my blood, creating a unique connection between me, the protector of the hive, and the alpha female and this stick, meaning I could infuse my will and my hints to it, as it had my blood absorbed it fully.
I focused my will into the stick and leisurely walked towards the dying demon, ensuring I was in the right position. Despite being in a caged arena, there were large holes in the mesh. I slung my stick in a perfect arc, catching Nick off guard. He had no time to dodge as the stick struck his heart, causing him to groan. It wouldn't kill him, but he definitely felt it. I had marked him as my enemy, my prey, and the enemy of my pack. He glared at me, but he was powerless. There were also taunting hints in my blood, links that I could let Damon use to trace Nick telepathically in case if ever it would be important.
I confidently proclaimed, "You see, I found more of the tree that can kill you. Can you feel my will within you? It urges you to run, hide, and not bother me. You can feel my desire to kill you, so I suggest you heed my warning, as it's the only one you'll receive. And my will, well it can be used as a link by our pack leader, as you know, telepath, and as I am his alpha female"
He remained silent, eventually standing up and leaving with Cole, who cast one last glance at me before being dragged away by Nick. I returned to the twitching demon, showing no remorse as I allowed my killer side to revel in the moment. I knew that no matter how long this ordeal lasted; I had to give it my all and tap into my killer instincts. It was the one thing that would carry me through.
Now was not the time to contemplate the future or what would come after. Now was the time to survive, assist my pack if possible, and recover once it was all over. I wasn't exactly sure how long it would take or what it would require, but deep down, I worried about Wulfe, Damon, and my pack. I hoped they would have an easier time, but something told me that this attack wasn't just directed at me, but at our entire pack. There were other players involved besides Horatio. One great challenge would be to control everyone's desire for revenge, although I doubted I would be in any condition to address that.
Finally, the demon let out a groan and transformed into a puddle of goo. As I heard whispers among the audience, not many believed in me. They thought my success was just luck and expected that the next challengers would be much tougher, fulfilling their desire for a gorefest.
Initially, they didn't appreciate my calm demeanor, as I wasn't driven by a crazed urge to kill. I could talk and plan, which scared them, as most of the audience seemed to be cowards. Watching a predator like me act, plan, and talk was unsettling for them, and I intended to use this to my advantage. It would be amusing to see them squirm.
I had become much stronger lately, thanks to a new rage system that kept me stable. Of course, I couldn't rely on things always being the same, but I took it in stride. As long as I could, I didn't worry about the future; instead, I focused on preparing for the next opponent, whoever they might be.
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