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Chapter 154: Goodbye, Cullen
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Fergus chuckled at how Cullen was denying the obvious even as it was right in front of him. "Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, dear Cullen. I’m not like the others. I can mask my presence entirely, blend in with any creatures for as long as I need to."
Cullen’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route. He knew he was completely outmatched. This wasn’t the weak boy he’d been tormenting. This was a predator, a creature of the night who could tear him to shreds with a flick of his wrist.
"Whatever you are," Cullen snarled, trying so hard to snap out of his shock, "I’ll still take you down. I’ll rip your head off."
Fergus threw his head back and laughed, a chilling sound that echoed throughout the room. "Try it, Cullen," he challenged, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "But be warned, failure is rarely a pleasant experience for those who defy me."
What usually gave Fergus the edge always was the shock that distracted every single one of his victims. They were usually too shocked to do anything at first and when their survival instincts kicked in, it’d be too late.
He watched Cullen clench his fists while his fear began to morph into defiance. He knew he was outmatched, but giving up wasn’t in his nature. Just as he was about to lunge, the usual rupture of growls that werewolves let out when they were about to shift boomed.
Damn. The idiot would attract attention. Fergus clenched his fists. Thankfully, this wasn’t an apartment building, so the noises might not be really heard. Still, he needed to get this done with as he would have to clean the mess too.
He could see that the urge to shift, to unleash his wolf form, was overwhelming for Cullen.
Fergus’ smile widened. "That’s right, Cullen," he purred. "Shift all you want. But remember, some prisons are inescapable."
The moment Cullen focused on the shift, Fergus sped to him and gave a hard blow on Cullen’s spine, making a searing pain erupt through his body.
He crumpled to his knees, a strangled cry escaping his lips. The familiar transformation stalled halfway through. His limbs contorted, half-human, half-wolf, and the pain intensified with each passing second.
"What did you do?" Cullen roared, his voice raw with agony.
"A little trick," Fergus said, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "A way to remind you who holds the power here."
With a sickening crack, Cullen’s arm twisted at an unnatural angle. He screamed, his face contorted in pain. The transformation was forcefully halted, leaving him in a grotesque hybrid form.
The SCREAM! THE SCREAMS! Fergus liked nothing more than it! It was a scream of joy... of satisfaction of pleasure, coated in agony form. He found it strangely intoxicating. He closed his eyes, letting the sound wash over him like a dark pleasure coiling in his gut.
Ah... surreal.
Fergus grabbed Cullen by the back of his neck and dragged him towards the bathroom. It was time to get over the show. As much as he wanted to enjoy this, time wasn’t on his side. However, the agony Cullen was presently in was enough of a compensation for all the troubles and jests the idiot had put him through.
Cullen whimpered, his earlier pride and sharp mouth completely gone. He was at Fergus’ mercy like a helpless puppet dangling from the strings of a monster.
Fergus shoved him headfirst into the toilet bowl and his head landed with a loud and banging THUD! On the the cold porcelain.
The coldness was probably a stark contrast to his burning skin. "This," Fergus snarled, his voice devoid of any emotion, "is for all the times you’ve mocked me, for every condescending look and whispered insult. Remember this pain, Cullen, because this is just a taste of what could be."
He held Cullen’s head down for a few agonizing seconds, then yanked him back up. Cullen coughed and sputtered, tears streaming down his face. His entire body throbbed with pain, and he was utterly humiliated.
"Goodbye, Cullen. I’m sure you won’t be missed. At least, I will get you off of Kylo’s back now."
And with that, he sank his fangs into Cullen’s neck, draining him of every single drop of blood. Fergus’s eyes glinted as he fed, mirroring the color of the blood.
Ah... he would remember this one for a while. All the pain, the agony, and the screams, they had all concocted an ethereal sweetness in the blood.
A sinister smile broke across his face as he thought about how much he had played Rhett. Imagine now, the murder had happened right in his house.
Under his roof... under his nose.
Not so smart, are we now, Rhett?
The life drained from Cullen with a final, choked gasp. His grotesque hybrid form slumped lifelessly onto the bathroom floor and began reverting back to his human form.
A cold, predatory glint flickered in Fergus’ eyes. "Time for the truly disgusting part," he muttered, clicking his tongue.
It was time to eat the flesh. Argh. He hated eating them up.
He knelt beside the body with his fangs bared. With a sickening crunch, Fergus tore into Cullen’s shoulder, the munching sound echoing off the tiled walls as he ate. He devoured with a monstrosity frenzy. The flesh was a stark contrast to the blood he’d just consumed.
And then, in large potions, he tore off the flesh from the body, and ate them until there was nothing left but bones. And then, the inevitable took place.
The transformation from Liam’s form to Cullen’s was agonizing. As the last morsel of Liam’s flesh disappeared, Fergus doubled over, wracked with pain. His bones seemed to be rearranging themselves, his skin rippling and contorting. Slowly, the familiar shape of Liam receded, replaced by the taller and skinny build of Cullen.
Fergus gritted his teeth, suppressing the agonizing pain he was feeling himself. One thing came to mind; what would poor Isleen do when she couldn’t find her precious son any longer?
The thought of it was amusing and Fergus couldn’t resist laughing. He couldn’t wait to see the look on Isleen’s face, to see her suffer, search, and long for him when he would be right beside her all along.
It was a shame though. They wouldn’t be able to commence with their usual night sessions where he’d serve her pleasure and she, him. At the end of this all, he would claim her as his prize.
He would have her and fuck her in every dirty way possible. If it was the last thing he’d do, he would have Isleen.
Thinking of her made the pain subside and left behind a dull ache in his newly acquired body.
"Finally," he rasped.
Argh. Cullen wasn’t such a win after all. Was his voice not supposed to be deeper and gruff than Liam’s ever was? But no, the idiot sounded like a woman.
Even Liam’s voice was better.
He despised Cullen’s physique. There was barely anything manly about it. If the bloody guy wore a skirt, no one would argue if he said he was a woman. But it was a small price to pay for returning to adulthood.
At least, no one would treat him like a child anymore and he would have the freedom to do whatever he liked.
Wasting no time, Fergus surveyed the scene. All he saw was evidence sprawling around. He needed to get rid of any trace of the struggle.
He rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a large garbage bag. As he did, the image of Isleen and Rhett kissing flashed across his mind and he shut it out. He would have a nice time getting Rhett killed.
Back in the bathroom, he stuffed the remnants of Cullen’s bones into the bag. "Now, I need to dispose of this mess." He sighed to himself.
He hated it when he did this in enclosed places. He usually would want to get rid of all evidence but had it been in the woods, such wouldn’t be a problem. 𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝙤𝒎
Cleaning became a rough ritual. He scrubbed the blood splatter from the toilet bowl, the sink, and the floor with a vengeance. The living room was next - any signs of the fight meticulously erased by his hands.
"I’m not some maid." He hissed as he worked, hating that he had to do some chores.
Just as he finished, he remembered he was looking funny in Liam’s clothes that were now barely clinging onto Cullen’s clothes.
"I look like a clown who had borrowed his little brother’s clothes to entertain." He grumbled grumpily.
Next, he headed for Kylo’s room, desperate for a change of clothes. He pulled off Liam’s clothes and flung open the closet door, clothes raining down as he rummaged through them.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind and caused him to halt. "Fergus? What are you doing?"
Fergus froze, his heart leaping into his throat. Standing in the doorway, eyes wide with shock, was Kylo. And Fergus, stripped bare of both Liam’s clothes and his own human form, stood exposed in all his monstrous glory.
He was stark naked.
