Pet - Chapter 15 (Patreon)

I don't know what's going on, but I know whatever it is can't be good. Remus is in a terrible mood. Terrible. Like all the time. Ever since his meeting with his friend, it's as if he resents me. He's constantly glaring at me, and ignoring me, pretending as if I don't exist sometimes.

It's scary living with someone like him and being completely at his mercy. I'm watching him from the open archway as he sits outside, staring at nothing in particular. He's just gazing up at the stars. It's one of the rare times he isn't working. I wonder if he's missing his home right now. If he rules the race that means that he must have been here when they first arrived which was more than ten years ago. He has to be some form of homesick.

A light breeze sweeps over the pasture and captures him. His hair is down today, and the wind lightly caresses it, blowing it softly with the wind. He does this every night. Just watches the night sky.

"Iris." I jump as his voice comes out of nowhere, pulling me out of my thoughts. I slowly stand from my spot and make my way over to where he is seated. I walk around him and place my hand in his that he has held out for me. He pulls me between his legs, and I gasp looking into his eyes. They are glowing. The purple is bright and beautiful.

He smiles at me, revealing those abnormally sharp canines. His smile is painfully beautiful yet terrifying and unnatural on his face. He pulls me down on his lap, and I sit quietly trying to force my heartbeat to calm. I know Remus, and the second he senses my heart speeding up, he'll do more and more to scare me. His fingers lightly trace a pattern on my exposed thigh.

"Why do you suppose, that out of all the planets we've conquered, you are by far the weakest," he asks. I try and keep my anger in check.

"We aren't weak," I say. Remus stops tracing the pattern.

"Oh?" He says. I swallow, trying to find some nerve to continue this discussion.

"We didn't know anything like you existed. We weren't prepared. That doesn't make us weak," I say. Remus laughs lightly.

"The mission Andromeda. Sound familiar?" he asks. I shake my head slightly. It sounds vaguely familiar.

"That was the name of the fleet of the Earth's finest that was sent out and beyond to discover what your people believed would be your next home. Earth 2.0 I believe you called it," he says. I remember what he's talking about now. It was a part of our history books. The mission that hundreds of volunteers died on. No one survived.

"Your government decided it was best not to tell you. But those people actually discovered Leviathar," he says. I sit up taller and turn to look at him in confusion.

"What?" I say.

"That ship was caught in a plasma storm, that mixed with the rays of a dead star, causing a time shift in their travel. For weeks they traveled on light, and crash-landed on our planet," he says.

"Your government was aware of this. Those people did not die in space. They died at the hands of my sister. Xion." His gaze is level as he speaks.

"But before my sister's hand was forced, they had contact with your government. You had plenty of time to prepare yourselves. Especially with the information given. But your government was selfish. Stupid. And didn't tell a soul," he says. I can't believe what I'm hearing. So, the entire story that was put in our history books was a lie?

"Do you still have faith in humanity, Iris?" he asks. I look down at my hands not responding.

"How do we kill you?" I ask. Remus chuckles beneath me.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he says. He's quiet for a minute.

"I'll tell you, but I want you to know that for a human, it is impossible to kill any of my kind," he says simply. He holds his hand out in front of us, and I watch in awe as the grass beneath us shifts slightly, and rips out of the ground. I blink my eyes trying to fathom what I'm seeing.

The grass comes in blades, resting atop Remus' outstretched hand until there is a small bubble of grass floating above his hand. I slowly reach out, touching the grass and it shifts slightly but moves back to its rotating form above Remus' hand.

"How...?" I trail off not even knowing how to ask the question. Remus laughs.

"It's simple. Manipulation of matter," he says. The grass speeds up its rotation until there is a rhythmic zig zag floating now.

"I can feel the atoms and molecules. The makeup of the world around me. And I tell them what I want them to do. I rearrange them, and put them back together how I want them," he says as if it's simple math.

"So only a weapon with these capabilities can kill my people. But as for me, my sweet pet..." he circles his hand, and out of nowhere a purple flower appears. It's beautiful. He grabs it with his fingers holding it out to me.

"I'm afraid my weakness isn't that simple," he says handing me the flower. I slowly reach out, taking it from his grasp and staring in awe. It was as if I just watched an amazing magic trick. I gaze at the flower wide-eyed in shock and with complete fascination. I reach out touching the waxy petals, and they're as soft as they look. The color of the flower is beautiful. It reminds me of Remus' eyes.

"It's an Iris," he says. I look at him in confusion. He tilts his head slightly, looking at the flower.

"You're named after a flower, and you don't even know what the flower is," he laughs.

"Naive." I look back at the flower in fascination. I had no idea I was named after a flower. And such a pretty one.

"Amazing," I whisper. His whole explanation on matter and manipulation flies out the window as I stare at this flower. It's something about me personally, that represents my past, and I am completely fascinated by it. My breathing catches in my throat, and I realize I'm crying. I don't even bother to wipe the tears. I vaguely note that Remus is watching me silently. But I don't dare look to see his expression.

"Can I keep it?" I whisper. Remus doesn't say a word. He reaches up, pressing his finger lightly against the petal, and I watch in fascination as the flower's color grows even more vibrant. It makes me think back to the ride here when I was in miserable pain, and he eased it just by placing his hand in mine. I look at Remus in confusion trying to figure this alien out. He is nothing like his race. He is much more regal. Capable of so much more than they are.

"Why do you hate us so much?" I ask. His gaze shifts from the flower to me, and I feel a chill crawl up my spine.

"The question you should be asking is, why don't you, pet," he says. He takes one last look up to the sky, and stands from the seat, walking inside. I watch him as he disappears in the house, and look back down at the flower in my hand.

"Iris," I say the name aloud, not only my name but the name of his flower.

* * * * *

I'm quiet. So is Remus. I don't know what he's doing, but whatever it is can't be good. He's squatting in front of me, dressing me. Not in regal clothing though, just normal clothes. And he's so quiet. But I know that something can't be right.

He stands, walks across the room, and opens a concealed compartment revealing a sword. I stare in confusion. He walks over to me, towering over my form, handing it to me. I slowly take it, eyeing him untrustingly.

"What is this?" I ask. He smiles softly.

"I'm letting you go," he says simply. My heart stops.

"What?" I say. This has to be some kind of sick joke. He's letting me go? I feel excitement and joy, and my feet are tingling from anticipation.

"Why?" I ask. Remus only turns to me and places his finger under my chin.

"Because you are not an animal to be kept. You are wild, and you need to go back to your people," he says simply.

"Are you willing to go, even if it means your sure death?" he asks. His face is serious, with no hint of any kind of trick. I don't even see the excitement in his gaze. Is this real?

"Yes," I whisper. He slowly reaches out, grabbing a hold of my arm pulling it forward. His gaze travels up my forearm, and he raises it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the skin. I feel myself getting nervous, but he seems to be really focused on his task. A sharp prick causes a light gasp to rush from my lips, and I watch in fascination as blood wells to the surface of my arm. He bit me?

He raises my arm to his lips and places his mouth over the wound. I feel my face burning as he takes long pulls from the wound. I feel his tongue lightly tracing the same spot he bit, and when he pulls it away from his mouth there is one thinly sliced cut that still has blood coming from it. He places his fingers next to the wound, and I feel warmth and watch in fascination as my skin closes up.

I look up at Remus in shock, and he's looking at me in amusement.

The whole way to our destination is quiet. I don't know whether or not this is a trick, but Remus seems pretty upset about letting me go. So, it can't be right? Besides, what could he possibly be doing to trick me? The transport pod we're in lands in the middle of a field, and both doors open. I step out, looking around me at the empty space. I look to Remus in confusion, and he's watching me with an unreadable expression. It scares me.

He looks in front of us.

"To the North is a village. A small settlement that is much like your home I discovered you in. Go," he says simply. I blink in confusion.

"Why are you letting me go?" I ask. He only shrugs.

"Do you wish for me to change my mind?" He nods his head in the direction.

"Then, go before I do," get says simply. I slowly back away, and take off towards the town.

I watch as people busily walk by, with their animals and children. It's refreshing. And sad. seeing these people struggle to live because of a planet taken away from them, makes my blood boil which is why I have to find the resistance as soon as possible. I stand from my place in the corner and begin asking around.

An hour later, I have no better understanding than I did when I first got here. People keep telling me that the resistance will liberate us, but no one knows where they are exactly. So, I guess I'll just have to try and make a living here until the resistance comes.

I'm sitting in front of a fire I made when a small girl walks up to me. She just stares.

"Um, hi," I say awkwardly.

"You're new," she says simply. I nod my head, trying to figure this kid out. She's cute, with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and her face is smudged with dirt. But as I take in her appearance, I realize she's not scrawny or starving-looking.

"I'm new, too, she says. I raise a brow at her.

"How do you know I'm new?" I ask. She shrugs.

"You're not crazy like the rest of these people, she says simply. She moves and takes a seat next to me.

"Why do you say they're crazy?" I ask. She shrugs and begins looking around. I look with her.

"They think that the resistance is going to save them," she says. I look at her in shock.

"You don't think so?" I ask. She laughs, a genuine laugh as if she's amused by that question.

"I know so," she says. She looks at me with those shining blue eyes.

"I know you were once a captive," she says. I raise a brow at her in confusion.

"You've seen them up close, what they can do. We don't stand a chance. I don't want us to win either." I stare at this child in complete and utter shock.

"Why wouldn't you want that?" I ask incredulously. She shrugs.

"Because then Azael wouldn't be happy," she says simply. Azael? She shifts slightly, and looks up at the night sky, a small smile spreading across her face.

"It's just a matter of time now," she says. She looks over at me.

"I'm Christina, by the way. But Azael calls me Chris," she says.

"Um, I'm Iris," I say simply. She smiles knowingly.

"Where is this, Azael?" I ask.

"He'll be here pretty soon," she says. I open my mouth to say something but I see a group of people walking into the village. They have weapons from humans and weapons that look similar to the ones the Leviathan have.

The people around us applaud, clap, and get excited as they walkthrough. They have to be the resistance. I quickly stand up and look down at Chris, but she's watching them with an irritated gaze.

"Come on," I say. She slowly stands up, and reluctantly follows me. I quickly make my way to the man in the lead.

"Excuse me!" I say. He glances in my direction but offers me no kind of greeting. So, I walk next to him.

"Excuse me but you guys must be the resistance," I say. The man keeps walking.

"Hey, sir please I'm trying to help you, people!" I say. A woman near the middle pipes up.

"We don't need your help," she snaps. I look at her in shock.

"Oh, yes you do," Chris says next to me. I look at her in shock when I see the hatred on her face for these people.

"Please, if I could just have a moment of your time," I say. The man at the lead finally stops and calls up for everyone to take a rest before moving out.

"I want to join you," I say. The man looks at me with an unreadable expression. He's an older man with a beard and a gaunt face, but he looks tough no doubt. Next to him is an angry woman with sharp features, and another man whose face is shaved, but he's just staring at me. As if he's confused.

"What makes you think you can be of any help to us," he says simply. I let out a deep sigh.

"Because. I have been captive by their leader. I know things about them that can help you out," I say. His eyes widen slightly, but the woman gets angrier.

"A captive? What makes you think we want a Leviathan slave fighting for our freedom," she hisses.

"Calm down, Peria," the man says. He looks back at me.

"Excuse her, she's just bitter," he says. I don't know whether to laugh or not.

"Look. I was in the city, with Jude. I was the one that gave him the information," I say.

"Then how did you escape and he didn't?" the woman hisses. I look down at my hands.

"I don't know," I say honestly. She scoffs sitting back and throwing her hands in the air.

"We don't have time for this. We have an attack to launch," she says. I look back to the leader and he seems to be mulling it over.

"We're about to liberate another town from their clutches. You can come along, and if you live through the attack, once we reach base you can speak to our superior. Ok?" I nod my head, just happy that I'll get to participate in something like this.

I look at Chris, and she's watching me in irritation. She narrows her gaze at me.

"You're all going to lose," she says simply before standing and walking away. I look back to the three sitting in front of me, and they're all looking at her in confusion, except for the man with green eyes. He's staring at me still.

"Well, I think that's enough rest. Let's get a move on," the leader says standing to gather everyone else. The woman follows, and the man reluctantly stands to leave.

We've been marching for a while now, the once afternoon sky turning black. I can see the lights of the upcoming town. More Leviathan that haven't the slightest clue of the hell about to come their way.

"Iris," I tense, looking around when I hear my name. No one is looking in my direction though. I feel an arm around mine, and it pulls me to a halt away from the mass of rebels marching. I jerk my arm away in fear and look to see the man with green eyes.

His eyes are lightly glazed, and I realize that there are tears in his eyes. He looks me up and down, and reaches out to touch my face gently. I stare at him like he's crazy, and then he pulls me into an embrace. I immediately struggle, shoving him away from me.

"What the hell?" I half shout. I look over his shoulder to see the people getting further and further away.

"I'm sorry..." he says. He opens his mouth to say something else to me, but I shake my head in disbelief walking away from him. I have a battle to fight.

I'm sprinting, and the battle is already in full swing. There are rebels and Leviathan dead. People are running with their children, trying to get away, slaves are defending their masters, it's a literal blood bath. I draw the sword that Remus gave me and try to get into the fray, but as soon as I take a step, my body freezes, and my blood runs cold.

I sense him before I see him, and I know everyone else does too. It's as if the world stops. I turn and feel terror gripping my flesh, my knees shaking at the man that walks through the streets. Remus. He has on all white, and he looks like he did the day I met him. Terrifying. His gaze is on me as he walks through the streets. I look behind him and take note that the other generals are here as well as the man that had come over one week.

Remus stops, his gaze falling over everything and everyone in disgust and irritation. And God help anyone that Remus finds irritating. He looks at me, and a small smirk plays at his lips. That's the last thing I see before the world shifts.

The air around Remus shifts and his clothing floats around him, as does his hair. The ground begins to shake, and the dirt slowly rises, and then the ground. Masses of rocks rise around him, the Earth and gravity itself disappearing, bending itself to his will. His generals are behind him watching it unfold, his people are around him, with happiness in their expression, and he is regarding us all as you would something that you hate most in this world. His gaze roams to me, and there isn't an ounce of emotion on his face. I look around me at all of the faces that are frozen in fear.

I reach for the nearest weapon and take off towards him with the blade drawn. I'm only feet in front of him when a small smile crosses his features.

"Foolish."

My body is sent flying back across the open area. I brace myself for impact, as my back collides with a building, and I feel the material shatter under the impact of my body as well as my bones.

I try and stay conscious, but the rock around is crushing my body, making it hard to breathe. But I don't miss the cries of agony and pain as Remus unleashes hell on those around me.

* * * * *

I feel a pleasant sensation on my back. A soft, and smooth feeling. Like kisses. Yes. That's what it is. Kisses. I moan softly, the sheets underneath me are cool and soft, causing my body to sink deep within the mattress. I slowly open my eyes, looking around me at the familiar surroundings. My vision slowly sharpens, and I see white. White strands of hair.

I jump and try and shove upwards as the memories of the previous night come back to me, but I'm held down by a heavy body. I hear a deep chuckle that sends a shiver through my body.

"Freedom is an illusion set up by those that wish to control the indigenous," Remus murmurs over me. He places a soft kiss on my spine, his hands roaming over my body. I take note that I am naked. Completely. I try and struggle, and Remus' grip tightens.

"No, no my pet," he murmurs.

"I think, the thing I love most about you, is your belief that in everyone there is good." His hand travels down the front of my body, resting between my legs. And to my utter horror, I grow warm and feel pleasure tickling my flesh. Remus growls his approval in my ear as I grow wet between my legs, and he slowly pushes a finger inside of me.

My body shakes in pleasure, and I let out a soft moan. I try and keep my mind focused on the fact that Remus was taunting me with an illusion of my freedom, but I can't. All I can think of are his talented fingers. He adds a finger and slowly begins moving it in and out of me. He lightly traces the outside of my ear with his tongue, and I let out a shaky moan.

"Freedom will never belong to you so long as you belong to me," he whispers. I can feel the hard press of his erection in the crevice of my butt, as he pumps his fingers in and out faster and faster. I feel myself building up, and I squeeze my eyes shut as my inner muscles begin spasming uncontrollably. I open my mouth and take in a deep breath before letting out a string of pleasurable sighs. Remus' lips latch onto my throat, and he begins to suck lightly as he draws out my climax. As I come down from my high, he flips me over so that I am on my back, facing him.

I stare up at his face, and he stares down at mine. How can something so evil, be so beautiful. There isn't a blemish on his face. Not one. It's almost as if he's too perfect. And it kills me. I feel tears brimming, and they fall down my temples, soaking my hair.

"Why... how could you be so evil?" I whisper. He leans down over me, licking my tears. I feel him positioning himself at my entrance, and he slowly pushes himself inside until our pubic bones are touching. My body is incredibly sensitive from my orgasm, and I can feel myself spasming around his full length as he fills me. I bite my cheek to stop the moan from escaping me.

He runs his fingers through my hair, and brings his lips to my throat, lightly sucking.

"It's not about being evil." He slowly pulls out before thrusting and jolting my body. Pleasure ignites from my core and I cry out as it flows through my body, and I'm once again aroused.

"It's about breaking you," he growls. His grip in my hair tightens, causing me to arch my back in pain, and he roughly begins fucking me. He pounds against me so hard, I couldn't stop my cries even if I wanted to. It's as if he's ripping them from my lungs with each merciless thrust. He licks my throat again, and I feel his teeth lightly scraping at the thin flesh.

He pulls out of me, flipping me over so that I am on my hands and knees, before roughly forcing himself back inside of me. I cry out, screaming in pleasure. His hands snake around my body, grabbing ahold of my breasts, and forcing my body upwards so that I am literally being held up by his rough pounding. His hand snakes up my body, closing around my throat and he lightly squeezes.

Out of nowhere, it hits me. My body seems to have a mind of its own, because my walls clamp down on Remus' cock, not letting go. I scream as pleasure ripples through me, and I don't know what to do so I use my hands to hold onto Remus' forearms. I feel his teeth against my throat as if he wants to bite me, and immediately he forces my body flush to the mattress, shuddering above me as he releases his seed inside of me.

I'm staring out the window, watching the rain come down. It's perfect for my mood.

* * * * *

"Iris. Step away from the glass," Remus says as he walks into the room. I slowly move away, and walk to the couch, taking a seat. I drop my head in my hands and let my tears fall. I'm going to die in his custody. I feel hands on mine, and open my eyes to see Remus pulling them away from my face.

He runs his finger along my forearm.

"Do you think, the human race is worth saving, Iris?" He looks up at me, his purple gaze locking to mine. I immediately look away.

"My answer will never change," I whisper.

"I have a prisoner," he says.

"From the resistance." He looks up at me.

"I plan on torturing him. What are you going to try to do to stop me, Iris?" he asks. I stare at him, at a loss for words.

"I- don't know..." I say. And I don't. He chuckles in front of me. He places his finger under my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his.

"Something tells me, that you will change your mind. I'd hate to see that happen, Iris," he says.

I jump as a new voice enters the room. I look up to see Remus' friend from a few weeks ago. He's looking at Remus with a smile, speaking their language. Remus keeps his eyes trained on me, but responds. And at the end of his sentence, I hear a name.

"Azael." My eyes widen slightly, as realization dawns on me. Remus smiles at me, and reaches out, grabbing my locket and opening it. He looks at my family and laughs lightly.

"Such a quaint family," he says. He closes the locket and looks back at me with a smirk. He stands to walk away. I immediately stand to follow him, fear in my veins. I turn the corner just in time to see him walking into the room with the door still slightly ajar. And I see the prisoner. His lip is split, and his eye is swollen, but I don't miss those bright green eyes.

He looks up, his gaze meeting mine, and I recognize him immediately. The rebel that was with the three leaders, and hugged me in the middle of a march. But now that Remus has put everything into perspective for me, I know exactly who he is. Tears fall down his face, mirroring mine as we lock eyes.

"Iris," he whispers. I open my mouth, but Remus steps into my line of vision with an evil glint in his eye as he stares me down.

"Any ideas yet?" he says to me before closing the door, and closing me off from my brother.