Fayette

Here I was standing and not four feet before me stood a whole seven-foot beast. I couldn’t even explain to you the raw emotions coursing through me as I shivered still, feet planted firmly on the hardwood floors.

Amora's mouth opened, letting a deep howl out towards the ceiling, displaying her multiple rows of thin razor-sharp teeth.

I couldn't take my eyes off this ungodly horrid creature as her jaw closed, eyes meeting mine. She licked her lips with her inhumanly long tongue, growling in my direction.

My thoughts raced through my mind, I wasn't sure if running away would benefit me. Although I was sure of one thing, my best friend wants to eat me, that … that was one thing I was sure of.

My voice becoming wary, “Constantine … Perry …” I called.

The chain that held Amora in place rattled as she raised her arms up in attempt to free herself. I immediately threw my hands up between the beast and myself, knowing she'd probably attack me at the first chance she got.

Like my hands would actually stop her from becoming her next meal. I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity; I was much smarter than my childish thoughts. I almost laughed at myself but was quickly stripped from my mind when Amora roared, her half scaled-half furred face inches from mine.

Her hot breath made my hair fly wildly behind me, I was appalled by this.

I tried to show my assertive side, pointing a finger at her, “Bad doggy.”

As soon as my words escaped my mouth, which triggered her as she violently yanked at her chains with her clawed hands. All the while she was yanking, making low growls; I saw a glimpse of Amora's eyes glow. I was completely mesmerized by the small amount of human that flashed; it was only temporary as she finally broke out of her chains.

Perry yelled, “Fayette!” I looked at him in fear; he cupped his mouth, “Run!”

I couldn't.

Physically, I tried several times to turn around and save my life. I was sweating as I tried to pry my legs from the wood, but to no avail.

I was on tonight's menu.

I turned to the beast that growled coming closer, I gave up trying to save myself. I ultimately knew my fate and I was ready to accept it, if I was going to exit this world, I wouldn't have had it any other way than the hands of my best friend.

Amora crept closer, showing her dominance over the situation and I mainly focused on the helpless cries of Constantine as Perry rattled off any spell he could conjure up in attempt to hinder any future attack.

I stood my ground making sure I wouldn't end up begging or pleading for my life. I was much stronger than that.

But I wasn't going to lie. Although I tried to be calm and quietly accept my fate, I couldn't help but seriously think how ugly my dearest friend was. The closer she got the harder it was for me to not actually laugh.

I rolled my eyes, thinking how stupid I was … laughing about my ugly beast-friend this time I actually laughed out loud too.

I wasn't sure why I hadn't been snapped in half as I laughed out of control. At some point during my laughing fit I had fallen to the floor, Amora's figure shadowing over me. My eyes went wide as I stopped laughing when her face came down to the crook of my neck. I laid still as she sniffed me, teeth grazing my neck.

If I made the wrong move, surely she'd capture my neck in a swift motion, leaving me for dead.

I swallowed, whispering, “Amora.”

The beast making no attempt in calming down continued to sniff me, still releasing low growls. I battled my inner self as I wanted to tame her; some part of me knew she was still human.

I raised my hand, a little too quickly for her liking as she snipped at me. I drew my hand back, examining that my hand indeed had no blood. I was relieved at that, if I were to be bitten by these creatures, seeing how I was mortal, I'd turn right away and wouldn't survive.

I couldn't see Perry or Constantine at the time, but I knew they too were most likely butt-clenching.

I wasn't even sure why I haven't pooped on my pants yet, given the situation.

I preceded the same attempt, making sure my movements were subtle, occasionally looking at my hand then to the beast.

It consisted mostly of our eyes challenging one another's, but I'll be damned if I let my beast-friend down. It’s funny how she turned to a beast-friend from a best friend. I silently laugh to myself.

My hand had finally made its place against her right side cheek. Running my hand swiftly and cautiously over her scales and fur, feeling the toughness along with the silky fur passing through my fingers, something between us changed.

I felt a deeper connection with Amora than I had ever felt before. With this slight contact it created a bond between us, sending an electrifying feeling throughout my body.

Suddenly, I felt my eyes roll in the back of my head as images displayed before me.

It was Amora's timeline.

I watched helplessly as images of McKenzie took over my mind.

I saw everything from our first day of school to Amora's memories of them at the park. Every experience she had here at The Munds fueled my thoughts with no control and at this very moment, I could see and feel McKenzie's true emotions.

I was completely overwhelmed with both McKenzie and Amora's emotions. Honestly, I couldn't contain them as they were so strong; I started tearing up as I clenched my chest. The power that they had between them hurt me in so many ways, I rolled on the floor slamming my fists against the hardwood, “Turn it off.”

Completely forgetting about my current situation, I began to cry, bursting into a full sob as I felt the longing for someone else's attention. It was a long shot that I'd ever feel the way Amora feels for McKenzie, and from what I had been experiencing, McKenzie feels the same way.

I felt a hand stroke my hair, “Hush, it's going to be okay.”

The voice sounded foreign but the touch felt familiar. I turned around to my back, removing my hands from my face and coming into view was a strange mix of Amora and the beast. Her face was hers, but she still had the beast’s teeth along with claw-like hands.

I wasn't sure exactly how I obtained Amora's timeline; she hasn't been assigned to me. I feared the worst because that can only mean one thing,

Her assigned Tempus was going to die.

*****

Amora

Tonight was something else, all I could remember was Fayette crying and clearly displaying agony. I felt so bad for her and I knew I had to console her; she was my best friend after all.

I scooped her almost lifeless body off the flooring after she had gone pale, “Constantine!” I shouted.

I started tearing up as Fayette wouldn't respond, knowing her condition was alarming due to her Tempus status. I rocked her in my arms, her head going limp as she started to shake in my arms, “Fayette, come back,” I whispered into her ear.

Constantine pushed me back as he took control of the situation, “Perry, take Amora to the dungeon.” I willingly let Constantine take

Fayette from me; he turned once again to Perry, “Lock her up now!”

I watched helplessly as Constantine carried away Fayette in his arms, Perry immediately chanted something along the lines of a captive spell against me.

I was furious at the attack but my emotions played a larger role as I feared the worst for my dearest friend. I allowed the spell to take control of me, groaning as it hit and coursed throughout my body.

The feeling it caused me would have sent me to my knees if I wasn't already on them as I growled, hands balling into a fist.

I shut my eyes, face turning red as I hunched over, forehead to the cool flooring.

Perry's voice boomed, “I'm sorry Amora but I can't take any chances.”

I felt the beast threatening to escape but ultimately knowing Fayette's situation, I complied even if the pain was excruciating.

I

gasped, “Perry … ”

I was seriously hurting from his spell casting down on me. I was having trouble breathing and I felt death grace my presence, I couldn't take anymore but I wasn't sure if he would believe me at this point.

I started coughing as I tried to make an attempt to crawl away. The pain was too much and I felt myself grasping my chest not knowing where the pain was actually originating from sweat, agony, and pain.

All of which my body was enduring, I let out a weak breath, “Perry, please … ”

Even my weakest plea meant nothing to my good friend. I honestly didn't want to hurt them, but I couldn't deal with the excruciating pain being inflicted upon me.

I tried.

I howled as I allowed becoming submissive to the beast residing in my soul. Everything shifted as my body contorted on the cool flooring, I tried pushing the beast away.

But it fought harder.

I begged, “Perry, I need you to run.”

I could feel myself shifting, I started crying, I didn't want to become this. I couldn't control myself no matter how hard I tried, I felt weak here.

I groaned as I felt the last of my transition happen. I stood my full height, looking at my claws, I felt invincible as I held both arms up in admiration.

I scouted the room finding it vacant, sniffing the air; one scent was obviously familiar to me.

My mouth slowly grew into a sly smile, “You're mine.”