Steve McHugh - Born of Hatred

Elijah's eyes never left mine, and I saw the utter fear in them at the mention of my old name. But he soon covered it with bravado. "Bullshit, he's a myth. He never existed. Avalon created him to scare children."

"I figured you might say that." I grabbed a four inch knife and drove it into Elijah's knee just above the joint until it hit the bone.

I walked over to the glass as Elijah screamed in pain while the silver caused the wound to burn. "Can we get some bandages?"

A few seconds later the door opened, and one of guards brought me a selection of still wrapped bandages. He gave me an odd glance, he'd probably heard my old name, but I ignored it and took the bandages back over to Elijah.

"This is going to hurt," I said and removed the knife.

Elijah screamed obscenities at me as I opened a bandage and wrapped it around his leg. It took two bandages before the blood no longer seeped through, by which point Elijah was panting as the pain subsided.

I held the last part of the bandage in place. "You plan on telling me now?"

"There's nothing you can do, that would make me tell you."

I raised my eyebrows in shock. "Nothing? Nothing at all? Oh, dear Elijah. Everyone breaks. Everyone. It's just a matter of stimulus and time. But I don't have the latter. So, one last chance."

"Go to hell, you fucking prick."

"We don't seem to have any pins for the bandage. It's not much use without one." I turned back to the glass. "Can we get a pin in here?"

"Turns out Hellequin's a pussy," Elijah sneered.

"No pins?" I said to the mirror. "That's okay, I've got one." I grabbed a six inch, but incredibly thin blade from the tray, and plunged it through the bandaged knee. "There we go, we can use that."

Elijah commenced screaming once more.

I grabbed the hilt of the blade and pushed it further, until the blade came out of the opposite side of the leg, cracking the bone as it moved. "Still think I'm a pussy?" I whispered.

Orange glyphs lit up across my arms as I started to heat the blade. Elijah bucked against the chair, trying to free himself, but within moments the smell of burnt flesh filled the room.

"Do you still consider me a fairy-tale you son-of-a-bitch? Where are my friends?" I remained calm as I spoke, never raising my voice.

The bandages ignited, bathing Elijah's leg in fire.

I stood back and let the smell engulf him, allowing the screams to echo around the room, before using air magic to put the flames out. Elijah's screams had become a whimper.

"Fuck-" he started.

He never got to finish his sentence; I drew the gun and put two rounds into the good knee and one in his shoulder. The explosion of noise bounced off the walls, as the silver bullets shattered bone, ensuring that, even if Matthew allowed Elijah to live, he'd be crippled for the rest of his life. Never able to run with the pack again. Almost a death sentence for a werewolf.

"I didn't want to do it," Elijah mumbled. "But they offered me so much. The pack. They offered me the pack."

"Who did?"

Elijah shook his head, weakly. "I don't know. I swear. They're from Avalon. I dealt with… with Reid and Peter. But it was Avalon who arranged for Neil to be broken out of jail. He was meant to take the fall just long enough for Peter to kill that LOA bitch, that's why we had him follow all of those women. Why we let him keep the pictures he took. We needed to make it look like he was back to his old ways. But Neil got caught and Peter started to get crazy. He wanted more barren, he wanted to send a message. And Reid just let it happen. He said that Peter would kill Olivia, hurt the LOA, and then go after Matthew. And then I'd be alpha until my boy was old enough to do it."

"Why do you hate Matthew so much?"

"I can't follow a queer."

"What?" I asked genuinely confused.

"He's a fag."

I kicked him in the chest so hard that it flipped him and the chair over onto his back. "You are the single most moronic werewolf I've ever met. What does his sexuality matter?"

Elijah coughed as I pulled the chair back to an upright position. "It's wrong. We should have a strong alpha, not someone who can't even give us a female alpha because he's too busy fucking men."

"I don't care about any of this. I only care about one thing. Where are Tommy and Kasey?"

"You won't get to them in time."

He had the audacity to smile, so I kicked the hilt of the blade where it jutted from his leg, making him cry out.

"LOA office," he whispered.

"What?" I asked, unsure if I'd heard him right.

"The LOA office in Winchester. Peter should be there right now, killing every single, fucking agent he can get his hands on."

It took all of thirty seconds to confirm what Elijah had said, but we left him in the room for nearly an hour as Olivia, Sky, Matthew and I discussed our next move, all of us sitting in the living room of Elijah's grand home.

"What do you need from me?" Matthew asked.

"Your wolves," I said. "Whoever wants to fight, have them here in an hour."

Matthew walked off, phone in hand.

Olivia had stared at me intently since I'd left the basement, a flicker of anger the only emotion she'd even remotely shown.

"I'll leave you two to talk," Sky said. "I'm going to call my father and let him know what's going on. He may be able to convince Avalon to let him send more people to assist."

"Thanks," I said, as Sky left Olivia and me alone.

Instead of talking to me, Olivia walked out of the room, leaving the house by the front door, slamming it behind her. I left it for a minute, hoping she would calm down, before going after her. I found her stomping around to the side of the property, a look of thunder on her face.

"He's taken two people I love the most in the world, and now he has the people I'm meant to look out for. The phone lines are cut, and no one is answering their mobiles. There were maybe forty good people in that building and now they're probably dead. If I call Avalon they'll never even try to save Kasey and Tommy, nor their own people. They'll just flatten the whole place."

"It's going to be okay," I said.

"Fuck you," Olivia snapped, turning on me. "You lied to me. If I'd known that you were a fucking monster, I'd have never let you anywhere near my daughter."

"You're upset."

Olivia shoved me. "Upset? You're the fucking Bogeyman. My mum used to tell me that if I misbehaved the Hellequin would come for me."

I wasn't really sure how to respond to that. "I care about Tommy and Kasey, too."

"What the hell do you know about caring? You're a killer, that's all you ever were. What could you possibly know about loss? About having your soul ripped out at the possibility of losing the people you love the most."

Olivia turned to walk away. "Her name was Jane," I said, and Olivia stopped walking. "We were together for two years, married after a few months. I was happy. Genuinely happy. Even though she was human, and I knew I'd outlive her, I just wanted to enjoy the time that we had together.

"It all ended on a damp November morning in seventeen-eighty-two. I'd been away working for Avalon for a few months and had been eager to get home. I found her inside the house we'd shared. She'd been butchered. Her blood decorated our bedroom. She was naked and appeared to have been dead for several days. My rage was… terrifying. I buried Jane with my own hands; placing her near a field that we used to love going to. And then I burnt the house to the ground."

Olivia's shoulders sagged, but she didn't turn and face me.

"I hunted her killer for a year. I didn't care who I hurt to get the information I needed. I was so single-minded, so determined to have vengeance. Eventually, I discovered that her murderer had been part of the King's army; which had been going through the area.