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3rd person POV
The man with the scar lays the out cold unconscious human girl on the broken filthy tattered mattress on the floor in the cold dark room as he stares at her lifeless body with emptiness in his eyes, this girl he was sure would give him his revenge for his family. The man with the scar turns and leaves the human girl in the cold, gripping a key and lock in a clenched burned hand.
He locks the cold steel door then turns to leave, his job is done and there is nothing but to wait until the girl awakens then he can get his revenge.
Heading up into the house he sees more of his men around the compound, it wasn't a house but more of a hideout, no doubt the prince is awake and very pissed that his men had broke through their security and taken his mate in his presence.
The cold man with the scar walks towards a figure sitting in a room with a single chair and a large dirty stained glass window in front, he clears his throat causing the figure to turn their lifeless eyes to him.
"Ma'am, it's done, she's out for another hour." The man with the large wolf scar across his face says coldly, he was being nice for the sake of his endgame goal.
The old woman cackles a dark cold laugh as she stands up and walks towards the dirty stained glass window, the man with a scar hated this woman with every fiber in his body but he needed her to get his revenge against THAT family, the family that ruined his entire life, they needed to pay for the lives they have destroyed, it was all that drove the man to live every day, to get the justice his family deserved.
The old woman dressed in fine clothes and jewelry turns. Olivia Aldine, she had made a deal with the tormented man with deep desires for revenge, she was using him for her own gain, uninterested in his desires, she had her own desires and this man in front of her was just a piece on the chessboard.
"Well done, you may leave." The old Aldine woman says coldly to the man with a scar. He huffs out angry and walks out the door with a slam as he makes his way down the stairs, back to his men.
The man was mad, really mad, he knew that she was using him, he let her, he just wanted to get his revenge, it was all that mattered to him and that revenge was feet away from his very spot, laying in a cold dirty damp room unconscious.
He knew at that moment what he had to do, he had to kill her before he was killed by that old crooked Aldine vampire killed him.
Gripping the key so hard in his hands he could feel the blood in his pockets as he walks closer and closer to the basement. There was no life for him anymore, he knew this was it and once the human girl was dead so was he, he didn't have long until the Aldine woman figured out he still had the keys. Moving quickly but not too suspiciously, he makes it to the basement with no one seeing him leave or make his way here.
The man with the scar peers through the dark-lit room and hears coughing from the once unconscious human, he watched her silently from the bars as she begins to wake up and look around her new surroundings, the fear in her eyes and the rise of her heartbeat made the man with the scar remember things he had buried deep down, he had to bury them so he could revenge his family, he had to.
Holding the old rustic keys in his hands he slowly unlocks the iron bar door, not once leaving his eyes from the eyes of the terrified human girl, watching her trying to make herself as small as possible in the corner of the dirty damp dark basement. Pushing the old door open slowly caused the old rustic door to creak in the quiet dark damp room.
The man with a scar closed the door, causing the rusty door to make a groaning creaking noise. The noise startles the girl as he listens to her soft whimpering cries in the dark, he knows she can't see him but she knows she is not alone.
"P-Please.. w-what do you want?" The human girl sobs quietly in the dark dirty corner, the man stands silently and watches her as the man with the scar grips his burnt hand roughly to steady his raging heartbeat, thoughts of doubt begin to cloud his judgment as he second-guesses his actions at this moment.
The man knows she is just a weak human girl, her only value is her unfortunate mate parting with a Black, the human did not ask for this. The man with the scar did not ask for his family to be slaughtered but sometimes you don't get to have a happy ending, he knew that much when he buried his dead sister and mother in the cold night 100 years ago.
The man with a scar, his family was promised life if they helped, he swore, that... that Alpha! He swore that no one would hurt his family, he gave his word! "P-please, why are you d-doing this?" The human girl calls out quietly in the darkroom and the man gets angry at the question.
What a stupid question to ask, the man thought. "Why...?" The man quietly and slowly says, in the filthy dark cold wet basement as he glares with hatred at the terrified human girl.
The man wanted to laugh, to just kill her and be done with it. He was only living, waiting for this moment for over 100 years and at this moment he stilled as he glared at this frail human cowering in the corner of the room. He knew he should stop thinking, that he should only think of his mother and sister as he kills this human.
The man closes his eyes and steadies his heartbeat as he breathes out, opening his eyes he glares with flaming golden eyes as his wolf is now present in the moment they had long been waiting for.
"I have waited too long to let some vampire take this away from me, Alpha Black must pay for what he did to my family!" He snarls out, each threatening step closer than the next as his eyes never once leave the face of the weak human girl.
"Once I kill you I can finally be at peace, that ALPHA AND FAMILY DESERVE THIS!.. remember... human, it is their fault you will die here today..not mine!" The man with a scar snarls out as his voice echoes in the cold dark room.
The whimpers of the human girl go unnoticed as the man with a scar, known once as Ben Braum, son of Alpha Benjiman Braum, brother to Liza, and son of Elizabeth, his dear mother. His mother and sister had died at the hands of Kane Blacks men, who had promised the family of the mad wolf Benjiman Braum safe passage out of the Vale on that dark and cold night, the same night Kane Black killed his father.
War may have ended that night for The Vale, but it ignited another war inside the once young boy who watched his family be slaughtered in cold blood by the merciless legion wolves who were under command of the new King of The Vale.
His family was tortured to death, he was tortured to near death, the last memories of his beloved sister and dear mother were watching their burned corpses light up the sky as he lay broken and lifeless on the cold ground, unable to move, unable to tear his eyes away from the lifeless ones of his family as he watches them burn in the dead of night, the only sound was the crackle of fire from the wood their bodies laid upon lifeless, beaten and broken, it haunted him for 100 years, that night he promised himself that if he were to survive he would get the justice that his family deserved.
