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step closer to the kitchen. The
smell of it sent her mind back to the night she had been attacked, the night
she had been covered in her own blood.
                Every time
she struggled against him he beat her mercilessly, but she wouldn’t stop
fighting. He wanted her to lay still and pretend that she was enjoying herself
so he could “make love” to her, but she refused.
                If he was
going to rape her he would have to kill her first. Kill her the same way he had
killed everyone else she ever loved.
                She had had
no idea that all her fighting and struggling would be what eventually turned
her into a werewolf.
                Nora had
kicked and bit and clawed at him during their fight, rendering his face a mess
of bloody wounds. That same blood had leaked down her throat every time he
pressed himself down on her and forced her mouth into a kiss.
                If it
hadn’t been for her swallowing so much of his blood she would have died during
the first or second time he had beaten her. Instead immortality had taken a
hold of her, and she was still alive writhing in pain when Memphis’ pack came
to find her fourteen hours later.
                Finally her
hands blindly brushed against a kitchen cabinet. Quickly she made her way to a
tequila bottle then began the long trek to the bathroom.
                With each
step she took Billy’s voice entered her head, taunting her, making her want to
obliterate everything around her.
                More than
she hated the flashbacks, she hated the helpless pitiful feeling she got from
them. She hated feeling weak and pathetic, and not being able to stop it.
                She gritted
her teeth in anger. She wanted to hurt someone; to scream and beat her
frustrations against their skin.
                When her
toes finally hit the cool marble tile of the bathroom she let out a sigh of
relief. The cold shower wouldn’t stop her episode, but it would dull the attack
and numb her slightly.
                Clean
yourself for me… he snarled, and the violent memory of when he had forced
her into the bath exploded in her mind.
                Dragging
her by her thick hair he pulled her down the hallways while she screamed and
fought, her nails gauging the wallpaper in her frantic attempts to stop him.
                He smashed
her face against the bathroom mirror to try and knock her unconscious, then
threw her fully clothed into the tub.
                Nora fought
hard against passing out, knowing what he would do to her if she did. He wanted
to break her down, wanted her to give in to him.
                “Never,”
she spat blood in his face as he began ripping the nightgown off her body.
                “You will be
mine!” he screamed at her, his eyes bulging from his face, “lay still for me
and spread your legs! Give me what’s mine and you won’t have to suffer
anymore.”
                She
screamed out in anger and frustration. She wanted to kill him. Hot tears
scorched her face as she dug her nails into his hands, desperate to keep her
clothes on.
                Most women
would have given in, would have lain quietly and pretended to be somewhere else
while he forced his way inside them.
                Not Nora.
                He had
killed her parents and every friend she had ever had. She would fight and fight
until he finally allowed her to join them in death.
                She kicked
out, quickly connecting her heel with his chin.
                “Whore!” he
roared, slapping her hard across the face.
                Her teeth
cracked against each other with the impact, but she refused to cry out. 
                “Just kill
me!” she screamed, “as long as I have strength in my bones and breath in my
lungs I’ll never