Second Chance-In the mist Book 1 novel Chapter 1

I TOLD HIM TO STAY IN!

Dominic's story

I could still feel that uneasiness inside me, even from the moment I left the TV headquarters. It was something I had never experienced before, an intense feeling like a bad thing was about to happen. But I ignored the anxiety and put it down to exhaustion. It had been a full evening. I'd just been the guest of honor on a TV show. Life as an artist was just a way to release all the tension that was building up inside me. I found it hard enough sometimes to keep him inside. 

As soon as I made another turn, the same feeling of unease from earlier swept over me again. I felt like I was sinking into the driver's seat. What was happening to me? An unexplainable warmth washed over me and I could feel it coming out of me. Even my eyes turned red, and my fangs came out without me being able to do anything. No, you mustn't come out. I forbid you! I screamed in my mind, maddened by a feminine presence that not only gave me no peace but also hurt me? My God, what were those feelings?

Suddenly, my breathing quickened and my senses sharpened like a murderous beast. The smell of blood entered my nostrils, my skin, my very core.

I tried to ignore it, but it physically hurt. Like someone was sticking dozens of knives into me all at once. I stopped the car on the side of the road because I couldn't concentrate any longer. 

Desperate with pain, I got out of the car and leaned against the street railing until the smell of blood returned, this time even stronger. My God, what is this? 

I didn't have time to respond myself as I spotted close to where I was, my kind of beasts. They were attacking! But who? It was a couple. I had no business getting involved. But why did I feel this crazy connection to the woman that was assaulted? 

The rage grew to a level where it was impossible for me to control it, and though I kept telling myself not to, I had no choice. One by one my bones broke, my jaw shifted, my body covered in black hair just like this fateful night when I already felt that no one would stand in my way. Rage turned me into the bloodthirsty monster I was. I watched them with thirst, hatred. There were five of them. Piece of cake!

I howled as I liked to make my presence felt. Their reddened eyes turned to me just as one of them tore at the man's throat and grabbed the woman. I almost lost my mind with rage when I saw their damn claws at her neck. To my surprise, he didn't sink his fangs in, instead, with full force, he broke her legs. Her desperate scream of pain echoed through the forest. The trees would be the only witnesses to the massacre I was about to make. In pain, she fainted. They messed with her. Big mistake!

I thirstily launched myself at the throat of the one who hurt her, and my fangs tore into his aorta until he let out an agonized cry. The others jumped in to help, but rage blinded me. The second one was even easier. He tried to throw himself at me. That's when I stood up, and wrapping my arms around him, broke his spine right above my head. The cracking of his bones sounded like a pathetic plea. 

I sincerely hoped that he would arrive soon, otherwise the suffering of this woman would intensify. This feeling of belonging, of the need to protect her, still hadn't disappeared. On the contrary, it had become more acute, but I tried to ignore it so I could concentrate on staying focused on saving her life. 

The minutes from the time I hung up the phone until Declan got here seemed interminable. I felt trapped in my own pain. The idea that I could have taken her to the state hospital was out of the question. The doctors would have asked too many questions. And with the rage I was feeling, I couldn't reveal myself. And I trusted Declan. His clinic was perfect. The doctors, under his supervision, didn't ask questions.

Just as I intended to call him again, I heard the ambulance sirens. He got off, but his face changed to concern when he saw her.

"Oh my God, man! This woman is a really critical situation," and he approached her. She stopped gasping, a sign that she must have fainted or gone into shock.

"Do something for her, save her!" I said in an imperative tone, retreating a few steps back to make room for him. Declan came closer but put his hands on his waist, looking helpless. At that moment, I snapped out of my temper. As if that woman had to live at all costs. "Don't tell me there's nothing you can do, or I..." but I stopped myself from saying something I would later regret. But his helplessness translated into my anger and denial that somehow, I couldn't lose this woman.