❦Love only left me alone
But
I'm at peace with the silence❦
Prologue ˎ´-
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As the weeks went by my maker was still nowhere in sight and Eric was always near Ivanna it was nerve wracking. I wanted - no I needed to show her what kind of a man he was. I also wanted to know what an evil vile being like him wanted with her. So the overwhelming need to protect little Ivy, I studied her from afar and thought of mine and hers previous encounters. I also thought back on what everyone has said about her and their stories on her, but the most that gave me any information was King Ezekiel. Then it dawned on me, why would someone described as one full of light and a precious angel incapable of harm, someone who trembles in fear of evil creatures linger to my master like a vulture? Better yet why would she be as confident to go and stab me? After all she was known not to be able to cause harm. So why would she harm me? Eager to find out the full story I went into the library that has information about all the hunters in the universe through history and did a deep dive into the Ström family. Hours and hours went by… hell it was probably weeks I never was good with time. I was about to give up, until I came across a file labeled 'Ström's who have mental illnesses? Or are they misjudged?' It was my maker's handwriting. Did he kidnap Ivy because he wanted to study her or did he fancy her. Both? At that point I began reading the file word for word and hung onto every detail etching each word within my brain. Then I found the biggest file of them all labeled 'intoxicate little red; name unknown.' It was a picture of Ivanna. A gasp escaped my lips. This document should've been the first one I read. There is hundreds of years of data in here dating right back to B.C yet how? I thought Ivanna was just a Seventeen young lady? Fascinated, I opened it up, anxious to learn.
Little red, was only a newborn and her dad realized something wasn't right, tragically the little red, wasn't conceived human. She was never human so she doesn't have the foggiest idea what it resembles to be one. The man's wife gave birth to a beast (As indicated by her dad) however no doubt in fact he was correct she was indeed an evil spirit. As she aged to the specific age of five years old, she was giving indications of being a vampire yet bewildered everybody as she was all the while maturing only more slowly than she ought to have been. At that point one day she just quit maturing at the youthful age of eight. She remained eight for a long time and gave indications of having sorcery and in some cases each full moon she turned into a wolf and took off running into the darkest of nights. Intrigued by the little girl I befriended her. Which wasn't hard to do. She just had her family at the time and only talked to them as everyone in her village feared her. Every encounter I had with the little beast she gave me a different name each time. Granted I only saw her once every four months, yet each time she had no clue about what my identity was and behaved like it was the first occasion when we were meeting. From the outset it irritated me continually, yet then I chose to play her little game. Just to sort out later on it was certifiably not a game to her. She really in reality didn't have a clue what my identity was. How could this be even conceivable? She has seen me on various occasions. Each name came with a new personality. When I wasn't around as I was busy being at war, She found a best friend named Bret Montgomery. He just turned five years old and unfortunately he was human and that scared her father dearly for her to be around humans so when she was asleep he took off to find a group of witches to lock her in a prison world for the rest of eternity. Little Bret Montgomery heard about it and worked on getting her back. I made sure he crossed paths with me. I made sure he saw me using magic. He walked up to me "Mi-Mis-Mister. I need your help." He strutted as he held a teddy bear in his small hands that I saw the little red with on multiple occasions. She never went anywhere without that teddy bear. "She's never without her teddy." He said trying to sound more brave and confident, refusing to utter a stutter this time. "She must be scared, mister. Her teddy calms her. She doesn't have her teddy to calm her!" He exclaimed. Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month, every year we worked on getting her out of the prison world. We hit one dead end after another but we were determined. I was determined for selfish reasons at the time. She would make a great warrior and be a powerful weapon within my kingdom. He was concerned and determined for pure reasons, he adored the girl and saw her as a deep companion. It wasn't until Brett was 17yrs old until we got her back. She grew up in the prison world and was 16yrs old when she came out. The second her and I locked eyes it's like time stopped. I had no idea what was going on, but at that moment, it was as if I was losing my senses. All I could think about was her and how beautiful she was and how much I desired her. Her long, red hair, her green eyes, her lovely pettie form… She was a siren begging me to partake of her. She gave me the sweetest smile and my knees buckled beneath me. No matter how much I tried to fight it or even deny it, she had something about her that just drew me to her. Like we were somehow connected. A man would have to be blind to not notice how gorgeous she looked. Our eyes locked once more and I knew without a doubt that she too was attracted to me. Power was oozing out of her pores. I narrowed my eyes in confusion. I could tell that she was more powerful than she was letting on. I knew by instinct that she could've easily gotten out of the prison world by herself. She was stronger than the witches that put her in it. Even if they tried to make it where she couldn't use her magic within the prison world she could've easily fought and overpowered the spell. The realization hit me, she wanted me to save her. I straightened to my full height, not knowing how to react properly to what I just realized.
"I knew you'd come for me, Mister Daniels. You had me waiting long enough, my lord." She said as she fell into the most obedient kneeling position than I ever seen in all my years of ruling. To this day no one has kneeled before me so obedient.
I couldn't get her off my mind. From the moment I saw her again and got her back to safety in the protective arms of her best friend, she invaded my every waking moment and my every dream. She was so intoxicating to the point it was hard to breathe. Around her I was the strongest I ever was and I was so full of light it wasn't even funny and I had no trouble doing good. She made me good. She was my safe haven from this hell of eternal life. Distancing myself from her as I was scared of being good, I sent my son Eric to keep tabs on her.
Eric asked her once why she looked so sad and she straight up told him;
"I met a guy of a different kind. We locked eyes and it was a force so powerful that it knocked the wind out of me. I almost fell to my knees, but I refused to fall. I knew he felt the force as well as he did fall to his knees and a musical gasp followed. The wolves in us imprinted on each other. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Of course the blush that accompanied it was a dead give-away. It didn't help that he was so modest with it, it made the girls fall for him all the more. Despite all the opportunities that may come his way. In that moment I can tell he was a one-woman-man who prized genuineness and thoughtful conversation above lipstick and high-heels. He was handsome alright, but inside he was beautiful. When he left it felt like someone ripped my heart out, but who was I to order a king to stay? I can't get him off my mind no matter how hard I try. It also doesn't help that I remembered all the encounters we had when I was little. He has a deep mysterious voice. He has a very old accent. One that isn't in anyone's voices nowadays. The accent more alluring than a British or Australian accent would be… Hell it was even more luring. They never have the lure his accent does. Which says alot about his accent as every girl swoons over British and Australian accents. They will die at the sound of his. " Eric at that moment knew she was talking about me. So did I when he told me about it. There was doubt in my mind that I imprinted on the girl therefore our destinies were intertwined and no matter what we will always find each other and belong to another.
When I finally had the courage to confront her. I had a ring in my pocket ready to propose to her, but I was too late. I stared at her corpse that was lying in a hunter's cell. I fell to my knees and screamed out in agony, my precious angel was taken from me! When I screamed out my powers were out of control and so was my darkness and that ladies and gentlemen created the world's first plague that went down in history. My powers created a plague. My uncontrollable emotions killed thousands and thousands of humans. I lost all hope. Until one day I awoke and sensed her. She's alive after all these years? I thought…. No, I knew she was dead. I saw it with my own eyes. That's when I realized every time she died she was reborn with a new name and no memory of her past life. She looked the same each time. Sometimes she had different hair colors and eye colors but she was indeed my mate there was no denying it. Each time I lost her by either natural causes or unnatural ones a plague was unleashed upon the world. One time she didn't come back alive for the longest and I was about to lose hope. That was why I went along with the idea of going to a human school which my progeny practically demanded me to. When I was there a lot of people reminded me of her and my eyes gave away my sadness of losing her. I remembered each encounter in each of her many lives we had. She bore each child I had after Eric, we were married many times and lived together happily many times, until I lost her. Each time she was born I waited until she was sixteen years of age again before I made her fall in love with me all over again. She was still my mate and I loved her with every fiber in my being and I would never give up on her. I don't care how many times I have to make her fall for me, it was worth it! She was mine as much as I was hers and I'll never let her go… no matter how much this endless cycle will kill me on the inside. It hurt that she never remembered any of her past lives, it's okay I'll remember for the both of us. Anyways I was about to storm out of that school with anger as the memories of my little red came back full force hitting me as fast as a freight train. Until I saw her again and she placed a white rose in my hand and said "It's okay, you don't have to be down anymore sad eyes. You have me now." oh my dear sweet little red, you were exactly who was waiting to come back to me. Now she is back in my arms once more. Another lifetime I have to love you once more and hopefully I can find a way to make this permanent and bring your memories of past lives back and you'll remember all the journeys we had and encountered. Your children and I miss you and so does Eric, you're the mother he never had. I chuckled at the fact that my progeny phoicied this exact moment and the name my little red was going to have this time, Ivanna, I shall nickname her Ivy. I chuckled because Copeland has no idea that in one of Ivy's past lives she was Copeland's best friend and Copeland is currently married to one of Ivy's past lives brother. His name is Caleb. Who remembers his older sister very well and misses her just as much. This time I'll take her to my kingdom and I will do everything to get Ivanna to remember everything and this time she will not die on me. Copeland knew her by the name of Sofia, but I know her by many names. I have to say this Ivanna name fits her much better.
With a shaky hand I closed the file. Sofia? Could it be? How could I miss it?! Right then and there I realized two things.
One; Ivy was no ordinary human at all. She had many lives and lived many lifetimes. She's older and more powerful than King Ezekiel and everyone in this castle combined. Hell she should be the Queen of it!
Two; she has split personalities… also known as; Dissociative identity disorder
also referred to as DID, multiple personality disorder; A disorder characterized by the presence of two or more distinct personality states. Dissociative identity disorder, previously called multiple personality disorder, is usually a reaction to trauma as a way to help a person avoid bad memories.
Or maybe it's her past lives trying to escape. Question is which one attacked me and why? There was much more information in that file. If I kept reading I'm sure I was bound to find out, but my eyes burned…