The air seemed to shift around Nemia, Adira ran to the forefront of her mind.
'Calm.' Adira spoke to her in a soft, hushed tone.
Nemia's hands shook, still wrapped in the chains that bound Donovan. Her eyes a deep crimson and her fangs extended as she glared into the eyes of the one she held. 'Calm? No! No more calm.'
'Calm, learn... Then kill.' Adira brushed across her mind again. Nemia knew she should listen. But how could she just be calm? This bastard had revealed to her just moments ago that he had been working with Malcolm since the beginning.
Her grip was continuing to tighten on the chains as the thoughts raced through her mind. Again, the metal of the chains started heating as her anger rage war inside her. She was fighting for control, but it was slipping.
Then, Dorian's hands were resting on her shoulders. "Let go, Nemia. Release your hands." His voice cut through her thoughts and soaked deep into her mind. Her body humming at the electric currents his touch brought her. Her vision clearing, her rage quelling. Then, she heard the screaming and hissing coming from Donovan. She glanced down and seen her hands were glowing a bright white and the metal links clutched in them had turned red hot again. She wasn't sure how long she had been doing it, couldn't have been longer than a minute though. Even so, the skin of Donovan's that was touching the chains was already blackened.
She growled and even as the calm feeling washed over her at Dorian's connection alone, she launched him. Sending him flying and crashing against the back wall above the table with a loud crack, his head bouncing off the wall before crashing down onto the table. She smirked at his crumpled body, slowly sliding off the table and falling to the floor. Still chained, bound.
He couldn't run from her. He knew. She knew it. The look in Donovan's eyes, refocusing on hers from the ground, was priceless.
"N- nemia.. I.." He started.
"SILENCE!" Dorian roared, and Donovan obeyed with a whimper.
Nemia spun, knocking Dorian's grip of her shoulders loose as she quickly faced him. "I need to know everything." Then, she flashed out of the room but was back just a second later pulling Julia inside the room and Nik following shortly behind. Given that he had caught up, released Sebastian and stayed in his place outside the room with Julia.
"Do it." Nemia urged, bringing Julia to stand in front of Donovan, laying on the ground shivering in fear.
"D-do w-what?" He questioned, trying to scoot away but to no avail.
Nemia leaned down real low, getting nearer to Donovan's face. "She's gonna make you talk. Confess. Make you unwillingly tell the truth."
He seemed to relax ever so slightly then, as if he didn't believe a fairy could do anything of the sorts. "What could she do that could make me talk, that you couldn't?" He almost laughed, even in his grave situation.
Though the true laugh came from Julia in that specific moment. "You must not really know what fairies are truly capable of then. There's a reason why humans have cation when it comes to the fae. We have tricks." She gave a cheeky little grin and a wink. Then, leaned down and tapped her finger gently on his nose. "Boop." Another laugh, and then a silver dust plumed out of that same fingertip and cascaded over Donovan's face.
Nothing happened for a moment, and Donovan broke his resolve, leading him into what Nemia imagined was going to be a fit of laughter but he was silenced just as soon as it started. As the dust seemed to start moving on its own, slipping up into his nostrils, mouth, and even slipped into the tear ducts of his eyes, which turned the same silvery color almost instantly.
With the dazed look on Donovan's face now, Nemia knew it was time just as Julia rose and took a step back. "Go ahead. You know the drill, it runs out within ten minutes but no shorter than five." Julia stated how the dust worked, just as she always does. Though, she doesn't get the use of it nearly as often as she could or should.
Nemia nodded, reaching down to grab Donovan and hoist him up to prop him against the table. "Donovan." She spoke dryly.
"Nemia." Donovan responded with a light, whimsical tone, seemingly drunk on the dust.
"You said you have been working with, slash for, Malcolm. Is this true?" She started, knowing his answer.
"Of course I have." Donovan dazedly replied. "Not for though, or really even with. But he worked for me first." He added as if the conversation was a casual, every day common discussion.
Nemia swallowed down the rage burning inside her yet again. Not yet. "He worked foryou first? What was the job you had him doing?" She took a step back, though it was meant for his safety in the moment so she didn't rip his head off before she got all of the information.
He tipped his head to the side, seemingly reminiscing on the memory. "The job was... To destroy... The Silverbacks pack house."
"YOU SENT HIM THERE TO DESTROY THEM?!" Nemia roared, barely able to contain Adira who now screamed to be released. Adira wanted her calm not too long ago, but now. Now Adira wanted blood. He was the reason she never got to meet the family Nemia had been raised with.
Donovan flinched as Nemia raised her voice but still being under the drunken stupor of the dust, that was all the fear that would've been manageable for him in the moment. She knew though, that Donovan is fully aware of what's happening to him, he just has no control over himself. Locked inside his mind as he watches himself ruin his chances of walking free from this. Though there wasn't much time left already.
"Yes, I sent him there to murder the whole pack." He was starting to fight the charms, she could see the struggle behind his temporarily silver eyes. He was fighting harder now.
She snarled. "Why?"
"Y-you." The single word fought to come out. The affects wearing off faster.
Shit.
"Why me?"
"You're special. And I..." He paused, the stupor draining rapidly and his eyes flickered once, twice. Then the silver drained completely and left behind his amber eyes. They narrowed on Nemia. "I was going to bait you and drain you dry. I only recently found a way that could bind you down in order for me to do so. But fucking Malcolm showed up here yesterday and my whole plan went to shit because of him." He rattled against his chains and tried to stand on his own two feet. "I had you in my grasps. I want your power."
Nemia took a step back, her face faultering. Her whole family was slaughtered by a deranged man hired by another lunatic who wanted to drain her dry and take her powers? It was her fault? This is all because of me. Of who I am.
Her thoughts raced and Adira kept slamming her head against the gates of her mind, begging to be let out. To destroy the man who was the initial cause for all of this pain. And as much as she wanted to just let her loose in here, she knew she couldn't.
Dorian suddenly blocked her view of Donovan, his back facing her. "You've had nothing in your grasp except your inevitable death." Dorian growled out lowly, his body morphing just like it had at the formal.
Donovan screamed out in terror, knowing what was about to come. Nemia stood back, watching as Dorian started to rip into Donovan's flesh with his claws and devoured his blackened heart. Julia, on the other hand, fled out of the room the moment Dorian shifted and Nik followed after her.
It only took Dorian a minute to do the deed, but to Nemia it felt like everything was happening in slow motion. Her whole world was crashing down around her.
She took another step back, and then another. My fault. Its my fault. Her body trembled as Dorian reverted back to his natural human form, Donovan laying in pieces at his feet. He turned, his eyes focusing on her. They were full of sorrow for her and she could only imagine what she looked like in that moment to him, but she couldn't care about that either right not.
She was spiraling, and fast.
Run. A simple request at the behest of her wolf and this time, she listened.
She had only locked eyes with Dorian for a second, he had taken a step towards her but she turned and fled out of the room herself. She ran. Her vampiric speed propelling her up, up, and right out of the front doors of the castle. The moment she burst out of the doors, she relinquished control to her wolf. Her clothes dropping on the steps as she leaped out, transforming into her wolf before landing onto the ground at the foot of the stairs.
Her wolfs head swung back at a final glance of the castle before flurrying off into the nearby woods. They both knew Dorian or Julia would eventually follow, but right now... Right now she just needed to feel the earth beneath her paws and find something to sink her canines in since her wolf was refused that of Donovan's flesh.