Alpha Alec’s Redemption - Chapter 26: Chapter 26

Trying to get up was a fit. My body fucking ached, and the pain was immeasurable. For a second, I saw stars. I wrapped my hand protectively around my belly, hopping against all hopes that my baby would be fine.
I struggled to get up, but before I get the chance, she’s on me. She flipped me, with my back to the ground, as she snarled at me, baring her sharp teeth.
I tried to use my hands to stop her, but it did no good when her fangs sank into my wrist. I screamed in pain, because, damn, being bitten is fucking painful. She stopped for a few seconds before staring at me with glowing red eyes.
“What are you?” she asked, her head tipped to the side in curiosity.
It was the same damn question the other vampire that attacked me asked. I don’t get a chance to think that much into it because she resumes sucking. It felt like she was tearing my hand apart.
Using my other hand, I searched for anything I could grab. Anything I could use as a weapon. She had her eyes closed, like she was relishing each drop of my blood. I knew deep down that if I didn’t do something, she wasn’t going to stop until there wasn’t any blood left inside me. I couldn’t let that happen.
My hands grabbed onto a rock. It was a bit heavy, but I managed to lift it. Since she had her eyes closed, she didn’t see the attack coming. Hitting her on the side of the head as hard as I can, she lets go of me and falls.
I don’t give her time to recover. Adrenaline pumped into me when I got on top of her, and I continued hitting her over and over again until she wasn’t moving anymore. By the time she was still, my hands were covered in blood and her head had been completely bashed in.
Taking deep, quick breaths, I tried calming my racing heart. Once I’ve made sure she’s dead, I get off her and collapse on the ground next to her.
I’d just gotten my heart rate to go down when I heard a rustle and then slow hand claps. I looked up to find a man who seemed to be a few years older than me, staring at the dead woman before turning his deadly green eyes towards me.
He looked scary, especially with the scar that ran from his right eye to his cheek bone. He’s looked like someone you don’t want to mess with.
Seriously? Can’t I get a fucking break.
“Who the fuck are you?” I asked, scrambling back until my back hits a tree.
My heart was racing, and my whole body was trembling. I felt like I couldn’t breathe as the weight of what I’d done suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks.
I know she wasn’t a good person, but she was still a person, and I had killed her. I’ve never killed before. Never hurt anyone intentionally, and now here I am, a murderer with blood on my hands.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he answered, but for some reason, his words just don’t register in my head.
He started walking towards me, and I scrambled further back, even though there wasn’t anywhere else to go.
“Stay back. Don’t come nearer,” I shouted at him, pushing my hands in front of me in an effort to wade him off.
My gaze got caught by the blood on my hands, which was now drying. Everything in me froze as I’m unable to tear my eyes from my bloodied hands. It was proof that I was indeed a killer. A cold, heartless killer.
A sob teared its way from my lips as the whole magnitude of my actions crashes into me. I had killed someone. I’d killed another supernatural. I’d taken someone’s life.
But I was protecting myself, I was protecting my unborn pup. It was self-defense. It was either me or her. If I hadn’t done it, then she would have killed me. The way she was drinking my blood, she would have ended up draining me dry.
I tried to reason. Tried to reassure myself, but it does nothing. The guilt was there. Maybe I could have incapacitated her. I should have left her after the first blow to her head, but instead I kept going, ramming her head with the stone over and over until she died.
I’m a mess, and I can’t stop my body from shaking. I can’t stop my hands from trembling.
“Hey, it’s okay.” His face appears before me, but it’s distorted because of my tears. “You’re okay”
“I killed her. I’m a murderer.” I couldn’t breathe. Trying to get air into my lungs was difficult, and I felt like there was this crashing weight on my chest.
“Look at me. Breathe. Just breathe.”
He forced me to look at him, and guided me. At first, nothing happens, but minutes later, I start to mimic his actions. It takes a while, but soon I start breathing again and relaxing.
When I’m calmer, he released my face and just stared at me.
“First kill?” he asked, his intense brown eyes piercing my own.
I nod, unable to form words yet.