I hate that I want you {Private}

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    Plot


    Their cells

    Things you should knowww
    My charrie
    Owen James Walsh

    Eeee I like him XD Let's get this thing goin'!


    Olivia's drowsy state was quickly wearing off as panic and anger quickly began to set in. All she could see was an deep empty black without a sliver of light, all thanks to the blindfold that was firmly tied over her eyes. Clamping down on the gag that was placed in her mouth she exposed her sharp dagger like fangs. Normally the intoxicating smell of several individuals with blood coursing through their veins would put her in an almost trance like state but this situation was far too overwhelming. She was being pushed down the hall of some building with two people holding each of her arms and another walking before her. Several insults that would make her mother very disappointed ran through her mind in quick succession. A few had slipped from her mouth when she had first woken from being sedated which was why she even had a gag in the first place. With every step she was forced to take she jerked and pulled as hard as her stiff muscles would let her but along with the sedative, her captors were strong and kept a strong grip on her.


    Soon the group came to an abrupt halt and the vampire let out a muffled curse at the sound of keys being pulled out. Her chest began heaving quickly at the sound of a door creaking open. The strong arms pushed her so she turned and shoved her into some kind of small space. The hands released their grip from her ams and immediately she ripped off the blindfold and turned back to shoot a look that could kill in the direction of the door as it slammed shut. Rushing to the metal door her pale hands balled into fists and began pounding against it relentlessly, stopping just for a moment to take off her gag she resumed once again. "What the hell is this? I will gut you shitheads if you don't cut this bullshit out now!" Her voice went a little hoarse toward the end of her threat and to her disappointment her kidnappers didn't seem to be coming back to receive their beating.

    NiCE//


    Owen was more than a little confused. First, he was settling down on his bed, ready for another night of forced and unfulfilling sleep. Then, he was being stuck by a needle and thrown around like a ragdoll. His memory flashed behind his eyelids in rapid succession, causing any cohesiveness to be lost between the lines. Each pulse set a whole new wave of pain through one temple to the other, pushing a pressure behind his eyes. He was now locked in a cell of some sort. He had already tried to beat down the door and walls, but there was no use. At one point he had sworn that he had made a dent, but it was nothing but the trick of the eyes; his frantic and still-drugged mind playing tricks on him.


    The room next to his suddenly sparked to life, jerking Owen out of his thoughts and sending him staggering to his feet. He had to use the sink to balance himself. He hoped these sedatives would wear off soon; he felt weak and clumsy. He felt like a human. It was a female’s voice, distressed, hoarse and more than pissed. He couldn’t hold back a relieved sign. Despite the shitty circumstance, it was good to know he wasn’t alone in this mess.


    “Hello?” He called out, making his way towards a small crack in the wall, the only opening in the entire space. His Irish-accented voice was hoarse and thick with slur; his tongue wasn’t coordinating properly. “You okay, lady?” Owen wondered if she even understood him.

    Her already weak limbs began to ache from beating and occasionally kicking at the sturdy door to no avail. Taking several deep breaths she worked to calm her herself for a few moments and leaned against the wall nearest to where she stood. It was hell feeling weak and being locked in a confined space like a sick dog. At that thought Olivia got a whiff of a musky smell that could almost be described as dog. It was painfully familiar but her foggy state of mind wouldn't let her pinpoint what the smell was so she simply ignored it. That is until a deep voice spoke from somewhere within her room. Straightening as quickly as she could her amber eyes flickered around her surroundings, movement from a gap in the wall caught her attention and she realized that the voice hadn't come from her room but from the gap.


    Between the man's slurred words and heavy accent she had to concentrate hard on what he was trying to say. "Am I okay?... I don't know, I was just snagged off of the streets and drugged by some psychos...does that sound okay to you?" She spoke slow but clearly and with a bitter tone. She probably could be kinder, after all she hadn't the slightest clue who he was and he didn't say any domineering remarks to her yet. Thinking for a moment she gave a defeated sigh and shuffled to the barred rectangular hole. "I'm sorry, do you know whats going on?" The smell grew stronger and it sparked a warning within her but the brunette ignored it, not realizing what exactly she was trying to converse with.

    At the sight of her eyes, he knew she wasn’t a normal human. But, what exactly was she? He had seen plenty of creatures with bright amber eyes before. Owen tried to sniff her out, but his nose was unable to focus on her scent; it was too occupied with everything else. New people patrolling the halls, clearly listening in on them. Other strange scents that were almost toxic. Blood, shit and piss. Fear. Where the hell were they?


    Owen didn't pay much attention to her tone, knowing that it would be impossible to keep a smile in their situation; he wasn't so dapper himself. “No,” he murmured, crouching and peering into the wall gap. He tried his best to articulate his words better, knowing he wasn’t the easiest to understand. She probably thought he was an idiot, talking the way he was. “I’m in the same boat you are. It seems we’re both fucked, eh?” Owen huffed lightly and dragged a hand through his unruly hair. His headache was lessening, slowly but surely, he wouldn’t be drugged forever.


    He looked back at her eyes, his own near-black ones narrowing slightly. “What are you?” He blurted before he could stop himself. If his mom were here, she would probably slap him for asking such a thing. It was crude no doubt, but Owen knew this wasn’t the time for pleasantries.

    She met his eyes steadily as he seemed to be calculating her almost like he was trying to figure her out. Brown curly locks messily topped his head and a thick beard covered his jaw along with thick eyebrows. The thick hair that lined his features added to her growing speculating feeling but his words distracted her. The fact that he as well had no idea what was happening calmed her in a sense. The situation was bad enough but going through it alone? Even with her stubborn and determined state of mind Olivia wasn't sure how long she would last. "We can't 'just be fucked' there has to be some way out, I have a powerful family. They'll find me if I don't get out first." She seemed to be trying to convince herself more than anything. Referring to her powerful parents and siblings she hoped they would realize soon that she was missing but who knew how far away these mysterious people have taken her.


    As he worded his own question Olivia leaned back from the gap and stiffened. "The drugs really got to you did it? I'm human hun, just like you." She looked away and turned to move back to the impenetrable door. Something in her mind clicked before she straightened and stepped away. The smell of dog, dark thick hair, a well toned physique. Everything within her screamed werewolf and Olivia furrowed her brows. There was no way. Turning back she took in what she could of man on the other side of the wall. "Unless you aren't human..." Her voice was just a murmur but if he reacted she knew her suspicions were right. Though is was quiet in their two cells a regular human would have strained to barely hear a thing she had just said.

    Owen had nodded when she had brought up her ‘powerful family’, simply relating her conviction back to himself. He too had a powerful family, although it was more of a community. Hundreds of families all belonging to the same pack, living in a huge and gated community at the end of town. Maybe they would come looking for him? He doubted it. He had moved out on his own recently, looking for something to entertain him, away from the same-old-faces he had been seeing since he was born. He didn’t think it would be this. Was he disappointed? Yes. Yes he was.


    He couldn’t help but notice her back stiffen as he phrased his last question, causing his head to tilt off to the side, much like a confused dog. She moved away from him, despite the fact he was still peering into cell through the gap of their shared wall. Owen continued to watch her body movements and trail over her features. Pale, flawless skin. Bright amber eyes. No way she would be a human. Plus, he had heard the sound of her fists hitting that door. No way a skinny little thing like her could possess that strength.


    Following on his haunch, he, while her back was still turned to him, nipped at the underside of his wrist, just hard enough to draw blood. Owen didn’t know if this would work; his hazed mind couldn’t remember ever hearing of a vampire trying to drink a werewolf’s blood before, but, it was worth a shot.


    “What else could I be?” He asked aloud, too busy to register what that she said was too quiet for a human to hear. To him, it sounded just as clearly as before. Owen slowly dragged his bleeding wrist along the wall, creating a smear of his blood before the opening quickly began to heal; he made sure to keep that out of her sight, just in case.

    Her gaze snapped to his lips as they moved and his voice rumbled out a reply. An eerie silence overcame her and she simply stared at the man before her. He truly was a werewolf. A mutt. Gungy, foul, and unreliable. That's all his kind were, Olivia had seen few living werewolves in her time but a terrible reputation of the beings was etched into her mind from the beginning by her family. They were always howling incessantly at the moon and making themselves known to humans because they were too reckless. They could turn anytime but more than not they couldn't handle anger well and would unwillingly shift and go on a rampage. Of course adolescents from her own kind would go on little expeditions occasionally and go on a feeding spree on humans but that was besides the point. They were the bad ones not her kind, though she may be slightly biased, in her mind she was right.


    She watched his arm move out of site and glared at him. Opening her mouth to answer his seemingly innocent question she inhaled and caught the sharp tang of blood. Almost immediately her sense sharpened as much as they could in her state. Her eyes turned a few shades darker and she swiftly stepped back, everything she was going to say was wiped from her mind. "What are doing in there?" Her voice was almost strained as it took everything in her to keep from darting to the gap and snatching any part of him to drink her fill of the warm crimson liquid that coursed through him.

    Owen narrowed his eyes at her as he watched her reaction to the scent of his blood. His face lost all friendliness it had before, instead becoming an angry yet blank slate. Ya know, it was one thing to drug him and throw him into a cell by himself; he could tolerate that. But, it was something completely different to leave his only companion a heartless and emotionless vampire. He had only met a few in his lifetime, none of which had been enjoyable, but he had heard enough stories to last him an eternity. When he was a child, vampires were the evil ones in his mother’s stories, they were a thing of his nightmares. How they raided entire villages and killed anyone in sight, how they couldn’t control themselves when around another living things, how all they wanted was death and destruction. He had hoped he grew up from his childhood biases, but it seemed he hadn’t. His mind was in a riot, his anger almost drying his drug-sodden mind.


    “I see,” he said only, head tilting to the other side and completely ignoring her question. “I think we both know where we stand, now.” Owen guaranteed she had probably figured out what he was much earlier. Vampires might’ve been soulless bastards, but at least they were known for being intelligent.


    He moved away from the gap, finding a whole new motivation to get out of his cell. He wouldn’t be forced to share air with that… thing. No way, no how. Owen braced himself, gathering all of his inhuman strength before pounding a fist into the door. Nothing happened, of course. He cursed.

    Pale fists balled at her sides she glowered at the supernatural being before her as he stared back wordlessly. A mixture of both hate and hunger swirled in a raging tempest in her amber eyes as he stood and moved out of her sight. "I can't believe I'm stuck in a hell hole with a worthless mutt that reeks like wet dog." She seethed mostly to herself shortly before he began assaulting what sounded like the door. Her legs carried her to the sink and she leaned against it, looking at the small dirty mirror that hung on the wall she examined herself. Her hair was a ruffled mess and she could've sworn her skin was paler than normal but it could have just been the lighting in the cell. Grumbling lowly about how she would love to get her hands on the ones that locked her in her she stepped away and sat on the hard uncomfortable bed.


    Suddenly an intercom switches on and a voice clears its throat before speaking. "Olivia Kenway and Owen Walsh, I, Dr.Griffin would personally like to thank you for taking part in our research." A male voice sounded from a speaker in the corner of both of their rooms. "We hope to learn a lot from you two while you're here but for tonight have a good rest as the research begins in six hours. Thank you for your cooperation."


    With that the intercom cut off and Olivia scoffed "Just open my door and I'll gladly show you cooperation." She called out loud in a fruitless attempt of communicating with the man that called himself a doctor. Moving to rest her back against the wall she lifted her feet into the bed and let her eyes slip shut as she listened to what sounded like doors closing from far off as if the captures were leaving until later. "Hey mutt? Why are you werewolves so stupid? The door wont open, you said so yourself." Her eyes flickered open as she spoke in a degrading tone. Turning her head she leaned forward and glanced to his room as best she could from her angle.

    “Oh har har,” Owen sneered as she compared him to a wet dog.”Like I haven’t heard that one be-” He was cut off as the voice sounded over his own voice. The words that followed sent him into a fury that he was barely able to control, causing another fist to rocket into the solid door, hard. He the paused, wiggling his numb fingers as the broken bones slowly started to reform. He could feel his teeth getting sharper, but ignored the feeling, focusing on his fingers and nothing else for more than a few moments. His anger died down to something tolerable before he began to pace back and forth.


    At least he knew her name now. Olivia Kenway. That wasn’t what he was expecting, maybe something more evil, like Victoria, or Satan’s Spawn. Something different. Her voice tarnished his ears once again, and a small groan of annoyance wormed its way out of his throat.


    “I have to try at least, don’t I, bloodsucker? Better than sitting here and waiting for us to be killed.” Owen continued to pace back and forth in his small room, the sound of his shoes tapping against the floor bouncing off the walls. He needed a cigarette.

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    The full extent of the stanger's words settled in her mind after she spoke. Not the words of the deranged werewolf that kept punching the steel door but the one that had called himself 'Doctor Griffin'. The realization that she had to idly wait six hours for some sort of chance to escape made her sigh loudly. You see, the legend that vampires cant come in contact with garlic? Totally false. The one that says they don't or rather can't sleep? Couldn't be more true. She was to sit around in this cramped space for six hours with her biggest rival just feet from her at all times.


    An irritated sound came from the other cell making Olivia smirk. If only she could ridicule someone to death, it would make this entire ordeal that much more bearable. "Well shit, if only your kind tried as hard to stop killing humans as you're trying to take down that door, we wouldn't be here." She glowered at the wall before her as if he were standing there. This was all his fault, he was probably doing something stupid and was discovered by the humans and somehow she had gotten taken during the commotion. She desperately tried to lay all of the blame on Owen, even if it didn't make a sliver of sense. He was a werewolf after all, from what she learned as a child it was a surprise if they did anything right.

    Pfttt, I like Olivia, she makes me laugh//


    Owen laughed at her next words, a single, harsh laugh filled with nothing but mirth. “Bloody hell. Coming from a thing like you, that’s hilarious,” he said, a small but noticeable growl following each word. Normally, he wouldn’t be this quick to anger, merely letting the insults bounce off of him. But, he was stressed, confused and still a little hazy. He was off balance and, for the first time in years, his emotions felt more in control of him than he did of them. “I dunno about you, but I see another blood-drained body up all over the news every two weeks.”


    He forced himself to stop pacing, the constant tapping sounds annoying even him. He plopped his body down on the bed, pushing his back to the wall and leaning his head against it. He tried to ignore her stench; a mixing scent of both blood and death. “Besides,” he continued. “I’ve only killed two people before, I’m sure you can’t say the same.” He glanced angrily behind him, towards the wall, as if his gaze would be able to pierce it. “That’s all you do, you know. All you do is kill and destroy, taking no regard for anything but yourselves.”


    Owen looked forward again, glancing around the space with scrutinizing eyes. He tried to find a camera, a microphone, but it seemed they were hidden within the rooms somewhere. He didn’t have enough energy to actually get up and search. He ran a hand through his hair again. It seemed things were going arseways for him.

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    oml I feel the same with Owen, the lines about her name had me laughing for a good minute. c:


    A shiver went through her body as if she were cold but Olivia knew good and well it was because of the feral growls slipping from the man's vocal cords. It could almost be described as a feel of excitement due to the prominent sparks of tension that was threatening to start a roaring fire of anger between the two. Though the vampire had always taken a fascination to fire, now was not the time to play with it.


    The sound of movement coming from his heavy footfalls were cut short after he spoke of the bodies constantly being found by humans. Rolling her eyes she kept quiet having a feeling the brute had more to say. Of course he did. He seemed nearly as stubborn as her and she was almost impressed, though she would rather try and go tan on a hot summer day rather than admit it.


    At his words her brown brows furrowed with an irate expression. "Oh, do you want a People's choice award for only murdering two humans? I'm sure they're dying to give it to you since you care about them so much." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm as her tongue got sharper along with her senses while whatever drug was injected into her was nearly fully weared off. The last bit of his statement was true, she had killed just a few more people than him, four more to be exact. Maybe it wasn't just a few more but it was justifiable. A rowdy trio of thugs had attempted to mug her one night and she took advantage of the easy meal as most anyone probably would. The three other lives she had taken? Lets just leave it at; she has intense cravings sometimes. "I only killed one more than you so don't act all high and mighty, asshole." The lie easily slipped from her lips without hesitation. "And yeah we do take regards for ourselves, quite high too. Kind of why we're preferred over you flea ridden mongrels in nearly every supernatural story."

    LmaO, I'm glad//


    “You know what? A People’s choice award would be great right about now. Maybe I could use it to bash my own brains in,” he snapped right back at her, letting out an annoyed huff as he did so. Despite his tone and words, Owen was slowly starting to calm down, the realistic gravity of his situation setting in. He was trapped with no escape, sure, but he was also a werewolf (something you would think he’s grown accustomed to). The moment that door opened he would attack whoever he saw first; no puny humans would be able to match up to him. But, on the other hand, those same puny humans had gotten him here in the first place. They had somehow snuck up on him without him suspecting and found something strong enough to keep him down; who knew what else they had up their sleeves?


    Three. She had killed three people in her lifetime. He didn’t know if he believed her. A part of him simply said it didn’t matter and for him to move on, but the other and more biased part of his mind hold him every word that came out of her mouth as a lie. What if she was apart of this? What if this was all a little scheme of hers? Of course, he didn’t know what that scheme would be, but, ya never knew with these things. The paranoia and logic in his mind were playing for keeps, and the paranoia was slowly starting to gain ground.


    Owen rolled his eyes with such extravagance he was sure she would have laughed if she saw it. “The only people who like you are horny teenage girls that like sparkles,” he murmured, obviously referring to Twilight with a twinge of a smirk on his lips. He had, admittedly, watched all those movies multiple times. Each time he would laugh his arse off at the ridiculous rendition of both creatures. It was like a parody of real life.

    "What? No way in hell I'd let you bash your own head in with anything." A slight gasp escaped from her parted lips implying that she was taken aback by the suggestion. "That's my job, can't wait to do it either." She added on the sickly sweet words which didn't sound all to far fetched. If given the chance it would take a lot for another to persuade her to not lunge at Owen's throat and simply let him bleed out. The smell of the werewolf's blood still lingered in the air and she inhaled longingly. Now with knowing it came from her nemesis she wasn't as eager to get a taste but either way the growing need for the thick crimson liquid was becoming increasingly harder to ignore.


    Moving to lay in her back her golden eyes moved to the ceiling as she caught the low murmur of her neighbor. "Oh shut up, at least someone likes us. And you're the clingy ones that fall in love because of some ridiculous imprint thing." She retorted halfheartedly as she played with a piece of her umber locks. Shifting on the mat that barely felt any more comfortable than laying on the cement underneath it she thought. Within a brief moment she realized she didnt even know if that was another made up thing in the movies and books but nonetheless the idea was ludicrous. Why would anyone willingly let some odd and overbearing feeling determine who they loved? It was another reason why she hates his kind, they were emotionally weak and when pushed in a direction they would simply run without thinking of the other possibilities they would be missing. In a way though, her kind was kind of got the short of the stick in that case. Very seldom could they truly experience love. It was rare, sure they could like others and have close bonds but unbinding love? Nope, it irked Olivia as she secretly liked imagining herself being in a love sodden affectionate relationship but it is what it is at this point, just like her being locked up in this damned place until the humans came back and she got to try her luck on escaping.


    Im so sorry that was actual trash, I fixed it though, hope it's not as baddd.

    Psh, no need to apologize! It wasn't baadddd//


    Owen huffed a bit at her response. “I’d like to see you try,” he challenged back, almost promising a fight if the two ever met without a wall in between them. He wondered how a fight between the two would go. He thought he heard of most vampires being trained to fight in their adolescence from someone before, but he didn’t know how much of that was true. Werewolves, on the other hand, weren’t forced into fighting if they weren’t interested. It depended on your rank and what you were aiming to become. Owen, as one of the few born into a high rank, trained day and night for more than a few years. Not to toot his own horn, but he was pretty experienced.


    Owen fell silent at the imprinting part, more than ashamed to know that was one of the few true facts included in the horrid movie series. How they figured it out, he had no idea, but it wasn’t all accurate. “Imprinting isn’t actually like that,” he defended. “It isn’t as random, and you need a connection with someone for it to happen. Plus,” he added, “it can be severed, although it’s rare.”


    “Fuckin’ hell,” he suddenly murmured to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I dunno why I’m even explaining this to you, you don’t give two shits, do ya?” Even so, Owen felt the need to defend himself, his people, against her constant jabs and insults. He wondered for a split second what in those movies were accurate for her kind. Maybe if he tore her head off, all would end the way it should; her dead and him getting home scot-free.

    <33


    She continued studying the ceiling as if it were an expensive work of art. Her eyes scanned over chips and cracks as images of raging fights flashed through her mind of pure muscle against lithe flashes of movement. A single vampire being hounded by a pack of werewolves in an adrenaline pumping race for its life. Another of the the vampire being taken down and its head being torn off after a hard struggle. Scowling slightly she imagined better outcomes like, one of the beasts being caught in a bear trap and vampires coming to feed on it before putting down like the incapable dog it was. "You probably can't even fight, mutt." She scoffed, blatantly refusing on using his name.


    When he tried to defend their ways she chewed on her lip thoughtfully, an irritated expression arising. "Aw you have a little bit of a brain after all! You're damn right I don't." She was sure to answer his question with a bored and uninterestd tone opposite from how fast her mind was coming up with questions and thoughts she would never voice aloud. From what he was saying, nothing was as bad as she thought. Their tempers weren't totally out of control- or so she assumed since he hadn't shifted from all of her degrading remarks. They didn't even imprint in the way she thought. From his biased and possibly untruthful words, werewolves almost sounded bearable and it pissed Olivia off. They weren't good by any means and countless amounts of her friends and family members have died because of them in the ongoing war that went on just behind the human's backs. "Just go to sleep already, your hot breath is stinking up this place more than your musk."