Meeting the Beast

(3rd Person - Past)

Amillia paces the attic in Gloria’s house. She hasn’t been over to the Wyatt’s in a few days but has been keeping an ear out about the youngest three sibling. There’s no way she could just turn on them now.

It has been a little over a year since Erik returned from whatever “training” his family had him doing and that Cole has been gone. Good riddance to Cole, everyone has been better off without him. Joseph and Taylor are happy, living a life of love out in the open instead of in the shadows as they had been doing for many years. It’s been wonderful for them to be able to let their relationship out into the open.

The bad part is that Taylor has neglected her own family duties, mostly in part to the fact she doesn’t even remember what she’s supposed to be doing. This damn curse placed on the Black family has become very irksome to Amillia. Of course, Gloria was of no assistance to gaining their memories back, she never trained her daughter as she should have over the years, and she allowed Taylor and Joseph to remain in her house even though they’re supposed to be in a completely different world!

Taylor should have done left, with Joseph of course, considering they are bonded together by majka bozica, to one of the worlds of magic. There’s at least five different worlds of magic, or at least five that consist of mostly pure, white magic, of course where’s there’s light there’s darkness, but these worlds are mostly good which means that it’s part of the Black family’s responsibility to protect and care for them. Taylor never left though, and it doesn’t seem as if she’s going too anytime soon either.

According to the grimoires that Amillia has read about their family, the fates will eventually take care of Taylor and her disobeying her destiny. Memory loss is no excuse for the daughters of a goddess. Those fates are not the one’s that you would want to be considered an enemy of, they’re powerful, dangerous, and ruthless. They are strict with destinies and the way that things must play out, unless of course one is free to make their own choices. Having the freedom to make your own choices means that you have the freedom to make your own fate, your own destiny, so to speak.

That’s not the case here though, and Amillia wonders what the fates have in store for her family and herself. She already knew that nothing in their life will ever be easy, that are meant to be warriors, a beginning to an end. What all does that entail exactly though?

It didn’t take but for two days after Amillia and Erik had caved and gave themselves to each other for him to almost completely change. He never realized what he was doing when it happened though, it seemed as if he had two different personalities now, one the same nice and loving Erik while the other one is a demonic asshole with absolutely no emotions.

Amillia hadn’t noticed the change right away, and they still have no idea what actually triggered for it to occur. Honestly, it didn’t seem as if there was a trigger, he would just change. The life goes out of his eyes, then they turn completely black with a red iris, and that’s how you knew that he was gone. Not only did his eyes change, but his aura grew darker and somehow he would manage to be a bit taller and more muscular. Erik is already a pretty decent sized man when it comes to being built, but the size he became when the beast emerged is indescribable.

For the last two weeks Amillia has been searching through every book in the Wyatt house as long as in her aunts trying to look for an explanation as to what is going on with Erik. Joseph hasn’t been any help, having never had joined the “training” that his family requires of all members. Apparently being married to Taylor he’s exempt, unless she wanted to join, which after seeing Erik she hasn’t wanted to.

At least Taylor can do one thing right, Amillia thinks to herself. As much as she’s mad at her cousin for being ignorant and arrogant, she wouldn’t wish what she has had to go through these past few months on anyone.

A week after Erik and Amillia had sex, Amillia was awoken during the middle of the night by the screams of Melody. Since Melody suffers from horrible nightmares and night terrors she didn’t think much of it, but still got out of the bed to go and check on her.

That’s when she realized that Erik wasn’t in the bed. He had gone, and it’s still dark outside so she had no idea where he would have went too. He couldn’t still be in the house because if he was then Melody wouldn’t still be screaming, he would have done made his way to her. After all, she’s his baby, although she’s his sister, he’s the one who has cared for and raised her since she’s been born.

When Amillia turns the corner and entered Melody’s room the sight before her made her freeze where she stood for a moment. If she didn’t know any better she would have swore that somehow she had entered into one of Melody’s nightmares. That’s what this had to be, right? A nightmare?

Erik is standing over his sister, who is balled up in the corner of the room, screaming, crying, and shaking in fear. Melody looks up when she senses Amillia come to the door. Her face is bruised and bloodied and is holding terror on it that Amillia has never seen before.

Slowly, Amillia entered into the room. “Erik,” she said just hoping to get his attention away from Melody. It doesn’t matter what may happen to herself, her goal is to protect Melody and stop Erik from doing something that he will later regret.

He’s breathing heavy, she can tell by the way that his shoulders are moving up and down. Both of his hands are balled tightly into a fist. This is the first time that the beast in Erik has shown itself, at least physically in front of another person. Erik was no longer present at this moment, and to be honest, Amillia is scared.

When he turns around she sees the demon, or the creature that they have made Erik become. Her breath catches as those black eyes with red iris’s look straight into her own. It’s almost as if they are freezing her to the spot. Although he looked directly at her, it felt as if he is just looking through her, making cold chills run her spin. She wanted to scream for Michael, but she couldn’t.

Before anything else could be done Erik is standing in front of her with his hand around her throat and her pinned up against the wall. Air refused to refresh her lungs. He was fast, too fast, no one should move that quickly.

Erik is so close to Amillia’s face that he can almost taste the sweat and fear coming from her. He tilted his head to the left side examining the face of the person who is held tightly in his clutches. He recognized her, sort of, something about her is familiar, yet he can’t quit place it. He knows that he should know who this person that he is holding in a death grip.

The next thing that Amillia knew she had been thrown across the room landing at the bottom of the bed. She stole a quick glance at Melody, who is still curled up in the corner of the bedroom silently sobbing with her knees pulled to her chest and shaking. At least Erik’s attention is no longer on Melody, and she is safe for now.

“Erik, baby, you really don’t want to do this,” Amillia pleads.

He doesn’t even acknowledge that she spoken words.

Meanwhile Amillia’s fear is spiking. He had taught her basics of defending herself, and she has had some control of the majority of her powers for a few years now, but the thought of having to fight Erik just doesn’t set right with her. Especially right now, would she even be able to do anything that would make it worth spending that much energy?

Erik held no emotions. He didn’t even recognize the person right in front of him. This is the beast that they wanted him to be. The perfect assassin, unstoppable. Looks like his family is going to get what they want whether he would willingly give it or not. He wants to fight, and he’s tried to fight with everything in him, but he can’t. The beast has won.

Without thinking Amillia reached up and touched his face, praying that the normal Erik would return to her. But, before anything could be said or done Erik had her gripped by her neck once again. At this point she’s sure that he’s going to kill her.

“Erik please,” she begs again to no avail. Instead, he punched her in the mouth, and she could taste the copper salty blood pooling up inside. Black dots started to swim across her vision and she’s almost positive that she could pass out at any moment now.

He punched her one, two, three more times, each time landing the blows on her face. He reaches up and draws back to hit her again, but before he can Amillia head buts him and makes him release his hold on her throat. Once she was free she punched him square in his chest. She hadn’t noticed that she had activated and used her power on Erik when she punched him. Once her fist connected with his chest electricity shot through him throwing him off of her and across the room

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Melody whimpered a little bit too loud in her corner, now she’s not sure whether or not she can trust Amillia. She did not know that Amillia was capable of any such thing. She’s always nice, quiet, and reserved. Amillia has always been so motherly to her that she’s now in complete shock, more shock than her own brother trying to beat her.

Amillia just barely had time to move when Erik came back at her, hitting her again, once in the face, breaking her nose, and once in the gut, which resulted in Amillia having to double over in pain. Erik took advantage of the weakness she showed and grabbed her by the hair of her head and smashed her head, face first, into the wall beside the bed, then threw her back on it.

Once again Erik was so close to her he could smell the blood, sweat, and tears that came from her. On the other hand, Amillia barely even knew where she was at this time, everything is starting to go black, and she doesn’t remember much of anything after electrocuting Erik. She knows she’s going to black out and is pretty sure that she’s going to die and the moment that she does pass out.

The next thing that Amillia remembers is waking up on a very, very comfortable bed with Melody laying next to her sound asleep. The poor baby still had a black eye and a busted lip. Hopefully what Erik had done doesn’t traumatize her too much. Speaking of which…

Amillia sets up in bed quickly yet silently as to not wake Melody wondering where they are. It’s one of the rooms in the Wyatt house, one of the spare rooms. This had to be one of the opposite side of the house which pretty much stayed shut down ever since Cole left. His room had been on this side, along with three or four other guest rooms that were never used. Curiosity is getting the best of Amillia wondering how in the hell she and Melody ended up in here.

A knock came at the door scaring the crap out of Amillia. She quickly glances at Melody and hesitantly moves to the door to open it and see who is knocking.

“How are you feeling?” Michael asked her as she opened the door.

She looked at him sideways, “I feel like shit, and I think my ribs are broken too.”

Michael gave a half smile that did absolutely nothing to hide the sorrow in his eyes. “I’m sorry Amillia. I had no idea what was going on and by the time I got there you were already passed out.”

Amillia tilted her head slightly and looked at Michael, “what exactly are you sorry for? It’s not like you were one using us as punching bags last night?”

He looks at her with a bit of concern, “Amillia, it’s been two days. Melody has been awake on and off, but she refuses to leave your side.” And then Michael put his head down and sighed. “Erik had me move closer to Melody’s room so I could hear her and get to her before anyone. He had grown aware to the fact that crying, fear, anguish, those are triggers to whatever they had done to him.” He stated. “Or at least that’s what he thinks, we don’t know for sure, when he attacked her she was sound asleep and did nothing to provoke him and that’s why I hadn’t been woke up in time.”

The feeling of being hit again smacked into Amillia hard. Did Michael really just admit he knew something had been wrong with his brother? He actually kept all of this from her as well, knowing that she and Erik were as close as they were, they both still kept this secret from her.

Things didn’t get better though, not by a long shot. Erik had no memories of what had happened, and yet Melody became timid and scared of her the older brother she adored and loved and even once upon a time looked up too. She became so frightened of Erik that she didn’t even want Amillia to be anywhere near him.

The best part about everything that happened is that Michael decided to help Amillia in learning what the hell happened to his brother. Joseph on the other hand seemed oblivious and uncaring. He and Taylor were safe, at Gloria’s, or at least that’s what he assumed anyway, so he wasn’t concerned about any of his younger siblings which ran through both Amillia and Michael.

The twins are just three years younger than Amillia. In Amillia’s opinion it shouldn’t be their responsibility to take care of the mess that their father and older brothers have caused, in fact, she blames Joseph a lot more than she does Cole. At least Cole was smart enough to not come back, knowing good and well what he did to his son, all while Joseph just seems to not care and throws it in their face all the time.

For a temporary solution, Elizabeth and Melody were moved to the side of the house where Cole is supposed to stay. Since he has no intentions on returning anytime soon and that side is more isolated, Michael figured it would be safest for them over there. Erik wouldn’t be able to hear if Melody woke up in the middle of the night in night terrors or screaming because of nightmares and she would still have Elizabeth there to comfort her.

Amillia stayed over there a lot during the day mostly due to Melody would freak out if she wasn’t around. The poor baby had really been traumatized by what her brother had done. But, once Melody was asleep, Amillia went back over to the other side and would spend the night with Erik.

It drove him crazy knowing that he hurt his sister, his baby sister, the one he’s raised since birth, and Amillia, the one person he loves and would do anything for. It doesn’t help matters that he doesn’t even remember what happened. All he knew about the incident is what Amillia and Michael had told him, in a very unhappy and unamused way. Although he wanted so badly to let them know what’s going on with him he finds that he can’t, and that’s something else that bugged him. Why can’t he say it?

On Erik’s good days he spent most of his time training Michael and Amillia. He taught them how to fight and defend themselves. Amillia shared some potion making secrets with Michael after he learned about her family’s history and who they all actually are. To say he was amazed is to say the least.

He woke up dazed and confused. He had no memory of what happened or where he was at the moment. He looked around his surroundings and realized he had been locked up in their basement, chained to the walls and the floor. Everything around is concrete. His head hurts but he doesn’t quite know why.

For a few moments Erik almost threw himself into a panic attack thinking that he had somehow been taken back to the family’s mansion and is now back in lock up to be tortured some more. Once the memories from the previous night start to slip into his mind though, he realizes that’s not where he is and wished that’s he was instead of the reality he’s now has to face.

The monster reappeared last night out of nowhere. No trigger warning, nothing. He had been sleeping peacefully with Amillia wrapped up in his arms. He loves her, but sometimes he wonders if she alone is a trigger to the beast appearance. The beast could sense her strongly the moment that it surface, and that’s all it took.

He groaned and shook his head. Did that really happen? Surely it didn’t, he’d never hurt her, although, he has before so why wouldn’t his memories of the previous night be plausible?

He remembers waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. This had become a normal for him and he absolutely hated it with a fiery passion. Luckily Amillia was there, comforting him, or at least for a split moment it was lucky, and then he could feel the shift and he knew that whatever it is that takes control of his body was starting to take over.

Everything seemed to be okay, just a kiss to calm him down and hopefully help him to sleep better, and then Amillia noticed it, his eyes changing. Her heart rate sped up and she tried her best to push away from him. Too late though, the beast was already emerging and there’s nothing she could do to make it stop.

He grabbed her by throat and held her down on the bed, still kissing her, roughly. Amillia tried to plead with Erik, hoping that he would fight this beast and come back before anything happened. He’s done it before, she’s seen him do it before. He would do it just for her.

Amillia tried to push him away again to no avail. He wasn’t budging, and all that happened was that Erik decided to hold her hands above her in one of his as he continued his harsh assault on her. She can’t help but to start crying from the fear of not knowing what he’s about to do to her.

One smack across the jaw made her stop trying to bed him to let her go. It felt as if that jaw had been broken and she can taste the salty copper in her mouth. Tears run down her face as much as she had tried to avoid crying. This isn’t just fear, it’s shock as well, she had never expected Erik to do something like to her. His kisses continue to go down her body.

She doesn’t know what to do, but she knew that she doesn’t want to do this, so she relaxes a moment, letting the beast think he may be winning. He released her hands a bit and started shredding her clothes, still one handheld onto her neck and with just any amount of extra pressure her windpipe would be broken, or her neck would snap one.

All she could think of to do is to lift her legs and knee him where it would hurt the most. She just needed to be able to breath, to regain her control and then she might could actually fight him off. Michael and she had been practicing nonstop, and when Erik was himself he would actually train them himself to make sure that they would be able to fight back against him.

This move was a mistake and only pissed off the beast within, who ended up tightening his hold around her neck and punching her in her face. She could feel her nose breaking and her eyes watered as dark stars danced in front of them. At this point she knew it was pointless, she wouldn’t be able to fight him off on her own.

He continues with his assault; she had done given up pleading after being beaten to a bloody pulp. For the first time in her life, she felt completely helpless, this was worse than watching her parents die in front of her. She felt her heart shatter into a million pieces with each move he made against her.

Life can’t keep going like this, something has to give.

At some point Amillia had passed out, and when she woke back up again she was no longer in Erik’s room but in a different room. She had been moved to her room at her aunt’s house. Her whole body ached from what had happened although thankfully she doesn’t remember exactly every detail considering she had passed out at some point in time.

She wondered if Taylor, Joseph, and Gloria knew what happened and she ended up back here instead of where she had been. Sadly, she also wondered what happened to Erik considering it had been his beast and not technically him that had beat and raped her.

Not long after she woke up Michael walked into the room. Relief flooded his face seeing her awake. She made to move, and he stopped her.

“You should rest as much as possible Amillia,” He stated.

“How long have I been out for?” She asked.

“Three days. Erik’s gone, I have no idea where he went, but when I found you in there,” Michael shook his head. “You can’t stay there anymore Amillia, not until we can fix whatever the hell they’ve done to him. I’ve told Joseph and Gloria about everything, and I’m assuming they’ve told Taylor. Gloria has the house protected so he can’t enter, you’re safer here than at our house for now.”

Amillia looks down at her lap, she’s grateful that at least someone cared for her, but then again, “What about Erik?”

Michaels jaw clenches tight and the blood vessel on top of his head starts to pop. She had never seen him angry before.

“Don’t worry about him right now, just get better, it’s better off if you stay here. Erik keeps going the way he is right now and he’s going to end up worse off than Cole.”

For four days now Amillia has been in her aunt’s house and once again she finds herself stuck in the attic at all times. She only seen Erik go into his house once, but never leave. She wondered how the other three are faring and if he has turned into that awful beast again.

Michael has brought Amillia books out of the Wyatt library and has been helping her go over them. The journals are what she had been most interested in, surely if the family kept journals then someone would have recorded whatever happened to people during the training period. He had also informed her that he told Erik everything that had happened and that he is now no longer allowed around her, and while pissed off, he still understood.

He had to understand, it’s not as if she enjoyed this anymore than he did. While it’s not entirely Erik’s fault, it’s still his fault. What Michael didn’t tell Amillia is that he has his older brother chained up in their basement, somewhere he can’t escape or hurt anyone else anymore.