13 Chapter 12

Chapter 12

(Gabriel P.O.V)

I sat quiet most of the ride back to the hotel. I only thought of Rosa... How can I bring myself to damn her as I am damned? Fuck you Bathsheba! You're only ruling this as a means of enjoyment. How will I tell Rosa?

"I've been telling you being nice to your marked one would come back to bite you back in the ass." Zarra spat as she closes the car door.

"How was he supposed to know they'd make him chose to either maker her or kill us?" Othilia spat right back.

I simply walked in silence as we all headed to our hotel rooms. I fished out my phone and saw I had no new notifications. Why hasn't Rosa texted? Our call was abruptly stopped last night. I simply asume her phone died. But I would at least expect a text or a call.

"Gabriel," Olympus Stood beside me. "Are you alright... you're quieter than usual."

"Lost in thought." I put my phone back in my pocket.

We exit the elevator and walked quietly to our rooms. All followed me to my suite. They must be worried on my welfare.

"You've been given a month to turn her." Othilia reminds me as she takes a hold of my arm giving me a tight squeeze as she gives me a sad grin.

"Better that, than one of us dead." Olympus said as he sat across from us.

"Gee Oly... When you put it like that it sure makes me feel better of his choice." Zarra said sarcastically as she scoffs at Olympus who simply shrugs and takes a sip of his drink.

"It's almost dawn back home." Othilia sighs. "I wish I was still there instead of here."

"I'm with you there." Zarra frees her hair and sighs. "I need a drink after the morning we've been having."

"Here," Olympus offers his drink to Zarra who kindly nods and takes his glass.

My phone began to ring, I fish my phone out and see it 's Cayden calling me. I answer.

"Hello." I say trying to sound better than What I feel.

"Gabriel." Cayden sounded alarmed as he spoke. "Don't get upset."

I sprung to my feet as I felt a sudden urge to run back home. "What happened?" I ask sounding demanding.

"Rosabella has been taken... It's Bethany's doing." As Cayden spoke I felt everything fade away from me.

I hung up and darted to the bedroom and began to pack my own bag. Othilia and everyone followed me wide eyes and clueless.

"Gabriel what's wrong?" Othilia asks taking a hold of my bag. "Gabriel!"

"Bethany has taken Rosabella." I say angrily.

(Rosabella P.O.V)

I sat tied to a wooden chair, I bit the rag Bethany tide around to muffle my screams as I cried in pain. She's been torturing me sin the sun rose, she's been slicing my skin open and healing me with her blood only to do it again and again. I stare in horror as Bethany cleaned the knives she had used to slice my arms, legs, stomach, breasts... I cry as I try to hold my calm. Pain ran throughout my body.

Bethany laughs menacingly as she stood beside me. She then hugs me tightly as I tremble to her touch.

"Such a lovely gal you are." She caress my cheek with her index finger. "Too bad I must do this to you... I wish you had been my marked one...The fun I would have had with you."

She takes off the rag and stood besides the table where she neatly had all the knives spread out. She had her long black hair tide to a tight pony tail and wore black leather tight leggings and matching jacket and with black combat boots. She picked up a knife and sat on the edge of the table as she gawks at me.

"You know, my father would dip his whip, and his knives in the blood of a crazed witch and tortured poor pathetic Gabriel for hours." She smiles amused at the memory. "He only did it to toughen him."

"A crazed witch?" I mummer breathlessly.

"Yes, when a witch is tainted with so much black magic her blood is so potent that it can be used to kill a vampire. A crazed witches blood stops the supernatural healing of a vampire or crescent thus being able to be scarred." She stabs the desk with the knife.

"How could he do that to his son?" I ask as tears flow down my cheeks.

"Gabriel was and is weak. He thought if he ruthlessly tortured and marked him he would be reminded he is a Tellurian. portatore di morte, bringer of death is what my father was known for... and my mother, la dolorosa rosa. Doleful Rose, I only think it's fit that you are called Rosabella. Makes me quite happy in fact." She gave me a satisfied sigh as her eyes gleamed bright red.

"My love." Sonia walks in the room but avoids looking at me. "Gabriel has returned from the Masters."

I felt my heart sink, Gabriel came back. And I'm not there to see him. Instead I am being tortured for pure amusement.

"Good!" Bethany cheers as she pulls her knife free. "It's time we send him a little token from our beloved." She sped to me and kneels before me and takes my hand. I began to panic as she took a hold of my ring finger. I began to sob as she places the knife right between my finger and held it tightly against my skin.

"Bethany baby, please she's had enough." Sonia tries taking a hold of Bethany who only shrugs her off.

"Shall we?"

"Bethany my love, I believe that would only worsen the situation... Sending him a severed finger of his marked one who has been spelled to fall deadly in love with can cause things to be rash on his behalf." Sonia says sounding optimistic and giving her a nervous smile.

Bethany eyes me as her fangs showed through her evil smile. "Good, it'll be a sight I'll be proud to be apart of." She swiftly moved my finger against the blade cutting my finger off in cold blood. I screamed in agony and cried desperately as the pain was too much to bare. I cried and choked on my own air as I shake in pain.

"Let the games begin." Bethany cheerfully spoke.

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