Dark Passion Play

Chapter 13

(Zena PoV)

I stared up in shock as he spoke with a foreign accent. I had to run it over in my head a few times to fully process what he was saying.

“Excuse me?” I asked raising my voice in octaves. He came over to me and touched my face cradling it, and something wouldn’t let me get away from him.

“The baby is mine.” He said as if he were trying to convince me. His voice resounded in my head, altering my thoughts and changing my mind.

“T-that’s impossible! I don’t remember anything?! How could I be fucking pregnant?!” I yelled and his eyes began to swirl as he looked calmly into mine.

“You were asleep for months, Mea Reginae you’ve been in this bed here the whole time. Baby I’ve waited so long for you to finally wake up.” He said nuzzling my neck as he got close to me, breathing his chilly breath over the bite on my neck. My name was Mea Reginae? Damn who was high when I was born?

“I was?” I asked trying to recall any memory but they couldn’t be accessed.

“Yes, it was right after our wedding too baby…” He said kissing down my neck. His lips were chilly like death. I was married? It would explain the bump in my belly.

“How far am I now?” I asked and he rubbed my stomach slowly.

“Five months.” He answered and my eyes widened. I felt so terrible that I couldn’t remember anything and the pain in his eyes that I saw when I didn’t.

“I’m sorry I cant remember.” I said and he kissed my lips, hushing me. He continued to kiss me, roving his hands all over my body as I kissed back confused. It was all dominance, a power hungry kiss. Was this what it is supposed to feel like?

“Baby, get used to the house some more. I’ll be back for you later, I have to take care of some business.” He said kissing me up more. I nodded and watched him walk out before I attempted to get up out of bed. I looked down to see I was wearing a silken black nightgown that actually clung to my figure. I explored the room and saw a black shirt carelessly tossed into the closet but was still sticking out.

It looked like a long sleeve and with all of the flesh my gown exposed I was naturally cold.

I walked over to it and picked it up, pulling it over my head assuming it was one of Ville’s shirts. A different smell overwhelmed me and it was like I was plunged into a memory.

A black haired girl was pressed closely up against a naked body. I couldn’t see their faces from here, but he had black hair as well and a finely chiseled body. Their movements melded as one as they moaned into the quiet room.

His voice sounded so smooth as he spoke.

“Zena…” He moaned, against her lips.

Who was he and who was Zena? Why did that oddly familiar scent cause me to have a vision of two people having sex? Did I need some?

I walked out of the room and down the stairs and I saw some strange people. Most of them had extremely long hair, and one had hazel/green eyes, bone straight, long raven locks that made me raise an eyebrow. He saw me looking over at him and he smirked, his nose ring glinting. His smirk brought me fear however as he approached me, fangs bared and everything.

“Hello kitten.” He said in a hushed tone, staring at me like a piece of meat.

“Who are you?”

“Are you saying you don’t remember me?” He asked with a sympathetic look that looked almost like it was feigned.

“I don’t know you.” I said and he grabbed my hand.

“Let’s see if I can refresh your memory…” Out of nowhere it was like I ripped a hole in space and time and warped into a bedroom with this guy. He pushed me onto the bed as he was instantly on top of me in less than a second.

He attached my mouth with his, and I could feel his fangs opening skin in my mouth before he hissed and pulled away spitting…wow I must taste horrible. He seemed to be in pain before he continued with his assault.

I was thoroughly confused on what to do. He pulled the shirt from over my head and my body tensed.

“Stop?” I asked more than commanded and he just laughed, and attached himself to my neck, sucking and gently biting and nipping. He bit a spot that aroused me and I let out a tiny squeak. He pushed the tiny straps of the dress down slowly off of my shoulders exposing my chest and he pulled it off me. Looks like I went commando.

He used his thumb to rub my sensitive spot causing me to moan and throw my head back. With the other hand he unbuckled his belt and his zipper. Without warning or anything, he suddenly just plunged into me growling with intense pleasure as he went in and out of me at an amazing speed that never seemed to stop.

I was screaming not because it felt good because it hurt, and he took it the wrong way.

“You dirty little fucking girl…” He growled slapping me in the face as he gripped my hips like a vise.

He came inside of me with pleasure seeing as I was already pregnant.

“That should do the trick.” He laughed as he buckled back up his belt and I slid my garment back on.

“This is what you were meant for. Ville is very generous with his pets.” He smirked, slapping my ass hard and my hands flew to it. He left the bedroom and I was left alone with myself to clean up.

I finally found something I could wear to cover myself up. And I exited through it, avoiding the gaze of everyone else. I slipped into a hallway where I heard screams. I opened the door to see a man chained to the wall by his hands and feet. His head hung low until he saw me enter. They lit up and glimmered with hope. They were a bright green just like mine, he was really attractive.

“Ugh gross Zena!!” He yelled at me and I jumped, looking at him confused.

“Excuse me?! My name is Reginae…” I said becoming scared. The look on his face was one of sheer heartbreak.

“No, your name is Zena!” He yelled, his eyes becoming shiny and angry.

“I’m sorry but I don’t know what you are talking about! Who are you?!” I said louder and he made a shh noise.

“I’m your fucking brother Zena! You need to get out of here!” He said urgently when the door behind me opened. His words stuck with me and they played over and over. I turned to see a man with spiky hair and a patch of hair below his lip just like the man on the wall.

“Shaddix.” The man on the wall spat at the spiky haired one who wrapped his arm around his arm. He looked into my eyes and I knew his name instantly.

“I see you’ve met our newest hostage.” He said with a sinister smirk…

“Yes Jacoby.” I said as if someone pressed a button for my speech. The man on the wall’s eyes widened to saucers.

“No…” He muttered as he ripped and thrashed against the chains screaming as if in pain.

“NO!! FUCK!!” He cursed and ‘Jacoby’ smirked.

“Quam could vos!” He yelled and I shrunk back. Jacoby stepped in front of me and he screamed even more.

“Tua mors nos absolutum dominium” Jacoby spoke fluently in a Latin tongue, laughing as he said it.

“Tua absolutum dominium moris non ortus.” He spat back hatefully. I noticed they were speaking Latin. I knew what dominium meant, but why were they talking about it?

“Nos moris tu incensus.”

“Nos delirium possum numquam inextinctus.” He said and they gave each other hard glares. Their voices sounded rough and demonic as they spoke their ancient tongues. The man struggled against his chains as Jacoby lead me out of the darkened room. He screamed ‘Zena’ over and over after me, but I wasn’t the girl he was talking about…

“Don’t worry; our captive is just a little delirious.” Jacoby laughed as he grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him. The baby kicked inside of me and I looked down to my stomach and rubbed it. Like I wanted to remember something. I heard faraway voices in my head giggling like a child’s laughter before saw another vision.

“Aw it likes you.” I heard a girl’s voice tease. Laughter could be heard in the background

“Hi baby, it’s Daddy.” The man with the smooth voice cooed and I wanted to cry it was so cute.

I was beginning to develop a fondness to the man’s voice inside of my head. It was so captivating, smooth and alluring.

“Would you like something to eat Mea Reginae?” Someone asked me and I turned and I nodded my head yes. I was taken to a dining room where a plate of food was already there for me. The colors on the plate with the different foods enticed me. I might have well just drooled buckets. I sat down in the most comfortable chair ever. I was surprised these people treated me so well if I was just a toy to be passed around.

I dug into the food, and they set a glass down in front of me, it was tinged a pinkish red color with a fizz at the bottom. There must have been some vitamins for the baby in it. I went to take a sip and something shocked my hand when I touched the glass.

Don’t drink that… A voice nearly yelled in my head and I held it, wondering all these foreign voices were coming from. It sounded like the prisoner, what did he want?

I reached for it again and I got another shock.

What the hell? Don’t you listen? He snapped and i frowned.

Hey, I'm sorry. I’m just pissed about what they’ve done to you seeing as you don’t even remember me or anyone else, but I’m going to help you out of here.

“Why can’t I drink it?” I murmured quietly and someone looked at me like I was crazy. I laughed sheepishly.

“I meant to ask why was my drink fizzing.” I said louder with another nervous and lopsided grin. They just gave me a sly look and I turned my gaze away.

Let me do the talking. You can’t drink it because that pill is not a vitamin. That pill will slowly put the baby through a transformation and alter its lycan genes into a mutated form of the vampyric virus. Whatever you do, you do not drink that shit.

He said and I pushed the glass away. I finished my plate and I stood up holding my stomach.

“Miss, why haven’t you sipped your drink?” A lady who was probably a server asked me.

“Oh, I don’t want to full myself up on liquids. The baby makes me go constantly.” I said smiling fakely hoping my lie would suffice. She smiled and returned to the kitchen, but I could swear a caught a glare in her eye.

(3rd Person)

Who are you? Why are you talking to me through my mind? You are just the prisoner. She questioned.

I know you don’t remember, but I’m your brother. My name is Zacky and you are Zena. He thought to her, his heart breaking as she had no recollection of her past. Her memories weren’t dead, they were locked away into the depths of her mind, and the problem is that he couldn’t get all the way down there.

That’s impossible, I’ve lived here my whole life. I’ve never had any siblings. She said and Zacky was damn near tears. He was going to try something new. Anything to get his sister to remember.

Have you ever had flashbacks or has something ever triggered one like a smell or a word? He asked and she thought hard. She thought of the shirt that sent those erotic images through her mind, how she heard the giggles of a girl and that man, and how that man’s very voice captivated her and made it wish it was real.

Yes.

That is your real life. You also can’t see their faces. That’s because it’s you and your lycan soul mate. Not that cocksucker Ville. He said and she laughed at that last one.

I have a soul mate? She asked incredulously.

His name is Brian, but you usually call him Syn. He has black crazy hair, a muscular build, broad shoulders, both arms sleeve tattooed, a nose ring, he has full lips, and bold golden eyes. And before you say anything the way I described him does not make me gay. It’s just what you would tell me.

She listened as he described the very man in her imagination. It seemed impossible, but it made more sense than when she was told to believe here.

How did you know it was him?

Because he’s real, and he loves you. That girl he’s always with is you. He’s going to come for you Zena He said before she didn’t hear him anymore. She reached the bedroom that she shared with Ville. She was forced to sleep next to him as his cold breath breathed over the suspicious mark on her neck.

Meum amor, meum infantis. Postera ob tu. Mea anima sodalis
My love, my child. I’m coming for you. My soul mate