From Gods (Descendant Prophecies Book 1)(19)

     



 

Skylar quickened her steps. With her back against the wall, she peered  downward. Remus had entered with two women, his arms draped around their  shoulders. They were talking, laughing, and walking as if they were  drunk. Remus was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, but the ladies were  dressed like they wanted to be noticed.

He stopped abruptly, sniffing the air, walking closer to the stairs with the ladies still in his arms.

"I smell something sweet and delicious," he said cunningly.

"Are yaa. . . ungry?" the blonde lady slurred.

"No," Remus snapped, pushing them out of his arms. The ladies toppled over, falling to the hard floor.

"Ouuuch!" the blonde lady huffed, pushing her friend's legs off her.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" the brunette yelled angrily,  becoming more aware of the situation. She got up, stumbled toward him,  and flirtatiously ran her hands down his chest. "Come on, big guy. You  promised me the time of my life."

Skylar wanted to gag. The blonde was on the other side of him doing the same thing, but she could hardly hold herself up.

Looking annoyed, Remus effortlessly gripped the backs of their dresses,  one in each hand, lifted them up so their feet dangled, and carried them  to the door. "Get out," he yelled callously.

Under normal circumstances Skylar would have freaked out. But now,  knowing who Remus was, his ability to hold up two grown women like that  didn't surprise her at all.

"Put me down!" the brunette screamed.

"Vat do ya meeen?" the blonde girl mumbled, seemingly unaware she was being lifted off the ground.

"Out!" Remus didn't give them time to register his words. He dropped  them, opened the front door, pushed them out, and slammed the door  behind them. Then he dropped his car keys on the table by the vase.

Skylar swallowed a frightened lump in her throat. Quietly she tiptoed  back to Mason's room. Her pulse raced for unknown reasons. Remus didn't  know she was in the house, and Mason wouldn't have told her to stay  unless he thought she was absolutely safe. But apart from the way he'd  treated those girls and the times he had stared her down, she had no  reason to feel threatened by him. He'd never indicated he wanted to harm  her.

As these thoughts flooded her mind, she tried to calm herself, but  hearing the loud, hard thumps of Remus's footsteps as he climbed the  stairs gave her icy-cold chills. Suddenly, the sound of his footsteps  dissipated. Most likely he'd gone straight to his room.

Her heartbeat became steady again, and she exhaled the breath she didn't  realize she was holding. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she relaxed  and decided watching TV might be a good idea.

Just then the door flew open and Remus stood there, looking like he was ready for a kill.

Skylar stood up and took several steps toward him so he could clearly  see her, ready to defend herself with words. "It's me, Skylar. I'm  Mason's friend. He told me to stay here and wait for him to come back,"  Skylar said loudly and quickly.

Remus advanced toward her while Skylar took small steps back, thinking  all the while that she was scared for no apparent reason. After all,  this was Mason's half brother, which made him a demigod. Her  self-assuring thoughts ended when he stood right in front of her with a  look of hatred in his eyes.

"I know what you are. You are the keeper of death, aren't you? You're here to kill us."

"No no no!" Skylar shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"That's what they all say. They act so sweet and innocent, and when  you're not looking, they attack. How do you do it? Do you have a special  weapon?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about. I'm not what you think I  am," Skylar said loudly, thinking by raising her voice it would get  through his thick skull, but it didn't.

"Liar." Remus backhanded Skylar across her face. From his strength, her  body swept across the floor like a mop, sliding to the other side of the  room and crashing against the wall with a loud thump.

Indescribable pain erupted through her like sharp razor cuts. It took  Skylar a few seconds to realize what had just happened. The ache from  the impact of his hand to her face and her body being thrown across the  room made it difficult for her to stand. Wincing, she started to pull  her achy, wobbly body up, and she felt a small pool of blood streaming  down the corner of her lower right lip. There was no way she could fight  him, especially when he held such powerful god-like strength.

By the time she was standing upright Remus was already by her side. His  fingers wrung her shirt as he dragged her across the carpet and tossed  her on the bed. "I'm going to beat it out of you if I have to. Talk. Who  are you?"         

     



 

Trembling, she could hardly speak, but she managed to bounce off the bed  and run. Remus immediately stood in front of the door, blocking her way  out. "You can't outrun me," he snickered. "You talk now, or die holding  your tongue."

Again, Skylar was glad her mom had made her take self-defense classes.  It had helped her at the nightclub; surely it would help her again.  Without heels this time, the impact would be less effective, but she was  going to give it a try anyway. She slammed her foot on top of his, but  the mocking expression he showed was as if she had just brushed it with a  feather. Seeing that it had no effect at all, she ran the other way.

Remus yanked the back of her hair and dragged her like before. When they  reached the bed, she twisted her body and jabbed her elbow into his  stomach with all her strength, then aimed lower and punched his privates  with her fist like a hammer. With a loud growl, he released his grip.  She guessed descendants of gods or not, when it came to the testicles  they were all just as sensitive.

He wasn't in pain for long. Skylar's strength was no match for his.  Managing to crawl to the top of the bed, she curled her body inward.  Tucking her knees close to her chest, she hugged a pillow as if somehow  it would create a barrier between them. The only way she would leave  here alive was to talk some sense into him.

"Remus, I'm just Skylar," she whimpered as her lips quivered. "I'm  nobody. Look at me. Do I look like I can fight back against you?" Tears  trickled down her cheeks.

Remus looked confused at first, raising his hand to let her know he was  coming toward her in peace. "You're not a keeper?" His tone was soft.

Skylar shook her head. What she really wanted to do was give him a hard  punch in the face and call him a dumbass, but she didn't have the energy  to move.

Remus sat on the edge of the bed, looking almost apologetic. He raised  one hand and slowly ran it down the side of her hair, making Skylar  cringe from his touch. "I see why Mason has taken an interest in you.  All this time I thought he was trying to get close to you, thinking you  were a keeper." With the back of his hand, he glided over her soft red  cheek where he had smacked it minutes before.

Skylar turned her face away from him and pleaded, "Please, get out. I want to be alone. Mason will be here soon."

"Where did he go?" Ignoring her request, his hand traveled down her arm.  "You feel so soft. How is it that you can resist me? I see you're  wearing his clothes. What belongs to Mason belongs to me."

Does Mason know? Skylar wanted to vomit. Was he for real? She wanted him  out, and since he wasn't leaving, she was going to leave. "I'm going to  the restroom." Skylar turned her aching body, crawled out of bed, and  headed for the door, but before she could get there Remus had beaten her  to it, blocking her way again. "Do you mind? You're going to watch me  take a piss now?"

"Not until I get what I want." His tone was low and demanding.

"Excuse me?" She tried to sound polite, but she was scared out of her mind. "Please-"

Before she could finish her words, Remus ripped open Mason's T-shirt,  exposing her bra. He picked her up like a rag doll and threw her onto  the bed. At that moment Skylar knew what he wanted, and the human need  to survive kicked in.

Remus's strong hands gripped both of her wrists, pinning them to the  bed. She wiggled and pushed with all her human strength, but to no  avail. His tongue ran down from her face to her neck, to the base of her  breast. Feeling violated, Skylar screamed as tears poured down her  face. "Get off me!" she yelled.

Remus continued to take pleasure in his actions, disregarding her  shouts. In order to keep her quiet he covered her lips with his, taking  her in, and started to pull down her sweatpants. Though her body  throbbed in pain, she wasn't going to let him have her. Pinned beneath  his weight, she did the best thing she could think of. She bit down hard  on his lips, so hard that his blood seeped out of his mouth, but he  still continued as if it had no influence on him. Unintentionally, she  swallowed his blood, so cold and sour, and she was sure he swallowed  hers from her lip being cut.