Chapter 2. How we met

I began to regret my decision. For the first time that I was trying to be vulnerable to a man, that was how it ended up, into rape!. I don't deserve this.

I fought as much as I could to get out of his grip but the alcohol had all my strength already, I felt pains in every part of my body and it was unbearable.

"Stop!... Please., — don't rape me, — please…" I battled, I cried, I pushed, hit him with all my strength. I begged him. I did all I could all in vain.

"Why!. Is this not what you want?" His voice was strangely huge and deeper than earlier. He kissed my neck I felt disgusted. His spit was so thick that it stickied and it sink on my face. The smell was pungent and I was suffocating.

"You're a beat,- -- let me go…" I tnudge him off yet he stuck. I Kept on pushing but the truth is, I didn't have enough strength to fight him. 

I cried, and screamed, "Someone help, help me!" all in vain.

He gave me several blows on the face and my vision was dimmed. "You wanted it… Grrrr…" he groaned like a beast. With impetus, he squeezes every part of my body, like my words instead motivated him. 

"H… e.. l…p, me...." I murmured. My noise was bleeding. I gripped his stinking animal fur and I tried to bite it. He bunched me on the face again, I brutally hit my dome on the ground, I flipped and I stopped screaming…

With his claws he recklessly slash my body. I was agonizing. Agony is an understatement. It was a mysterious nightmare.

I twitched my legs to fight. He slashed me again and this time I didn't have any atom of strength left. I was laying half death.

Sniffing, he shifted my head by the side and he bites my bare neck, precisely at my internal jugular vein, like an expert sucking all the blood out of me.

I saw life running out of me.

Suddenly, I felt him running away. My eyes veils weakly wiggle and my vision was completely dark. I gathered all the little atom of life I had left and I whisper "Hel...p... me...!."  before giving up my last breath and my eyes closed definitely with the snow freezing me up.

The last sound I got was ~ The common Christmas songs playing.~

< Chorus: Jingle bells, Jingle bells, Jingle all the way. Oh, what fun It is to ride, In a one-horse opera, etc.. >

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•• • Mark Jones POV • ••

I'm fanatic of the Christmas season. Though I withheld it deep within me. It was a childish part of me that couldn't get over.

Weird right?. Yes, I know.

Still, I loved receiving gifts, participating in home celebrations. It always reminded me of my childhood life when my parents were still alive. "OMG!. I miss them so much!." Tears helplessly filled my eyes anytime I thought of them. 

I grew up with my uncle. My father's elder brother Mr. Philip Jones!. A glamorous but stringent, hardworking man. He forged the person that I was.

He was the alpha of our clan (the Dark moon Clan) and the mayor of our small town for about 20years. He was 1500years, and one of the oldest alpha of all clans. He became Alpha after the death of my father instead of me. I was too young at the time to be an Alpha. And in those days no wolf would have accepted a hybrid to be their king and Alpha.

This discrimination went on and on till date. I was strongly against such discrimination, it didn't make any sense to me. However, I wasn't interested in being an Alpha. I was not ready to rule or to be scrutinized by the people. It's a very big task that I didn't think I could handle it.

I was happy to live my low-key and above all a normal life. How I which I was never a wolf nor vampire in the first place. It gave me chills. Anyway, there was nothing I could do about it. 

I was a happy politician. At least, it made me interact with the normal population. I was more of a human than a werewolf or vampire and loved it. Anyway, that's what I thought.

My uncle's presence in politics influenced my personal political life and career growth. I'm not reticent to say it. I don't think I would have made it that far without his influence and constant support.

I admired him so much, the ability with which he adapts to modernity and the development of life, and managed his career and his clan. He was like a two in one. He was very discrete and at the same time very visible. As human, he was a political leader and like an obscure creature he was an alpha. I loved the ease with which he managed both worlds.

My presence at that festival was all thanks to him. He insisted on having me at his inauguration. Deep within he knew my secret passion for Christmas. He believed that childish part of me was still alive. He was right!.

Though I always battled so hard to prove him wrong. Yet in vain. He could be very stubborn at times. It runs in the blood.

I loved being low key. For a politician, it sounded somehow useless because I dealt with the public most of the time and I needed to dominate my influence. But I rather be friendly than deceiving. However, I fought to keep my personal life away from the hungry paparazzi.

I was one of the richest and most wanted bachelors in town. Some magazines even called me "Every woman's dream". Weird! But I didn't give a fuck.

My uncle had presented several classic independent ladies to me but non ever interested me. However, Raven was eye-catching.

"Are we going to the park together?" Raven moved to me. She stood on her feet tips and kissed me. She was quite short with long black hair a perfect Indian American lady.

I was standing by the mirror fixing my tie. I scowled at her question.

She grabbed my tied and began to fix it. "I'm kidding, I know you want to take your time but we've been dating for close to a year now and you aren't still sure of what you want and I feel like I'm just wasting my time with you…" she cried.

I tried to speak but she halted me "I don't want to sound clingy but you have to understand me. I'm a woman, and I'm not getting any younger. Done!" she gently fixed the tie on my chest and she moved to the bath.

I didn't know what to tell her. I appreciated her but not to the extent of engagement. Hell No! That shit is a vicious cycle in which I was never going to indulge.