Alpha's blood:He becomes obsessed with his vampire bride
And then I feel his nose on my neck as he nuzzles me, with the tip of his fingers tracing where my tattoo is supposed to be on the nape of my neck.
I try to push him away,I really do but it feels like he is just too strong or my other senses have been weakened.
"I want to see you" he says bitting my already red and sensitive ear tip
I force myself to keep my eyes open and my mouth shut to close off whatever strange sound was about to come out of it.
"I...I....you ...are..." And he moves away and I almost grumble from the loss of contact
That bastard
It is true that the enemity between the weres, vampires and witches have lasted for centuries,with the weres playing a vital role in the witches endangerment, hence raising questions at the birth of this child however if the claims are true it would be unwise to terminate a possible chance at upholding peace with the witches.
"The devil will tell you nine truths so that you will believe one lie"
~Shannon Mayer, Shadowed threads
*7 years ago*
The rain is pouring heavily and without caution the sky lightens up followed by thunderous boomings, the scent of the earth is clean and fresh and my path is barely visible but that doesn't stop me from moving on.
The heavy drops of rain as stones doesn't stop me and the painful slashes of leaves across my face doesn't stop me either.
The cuts of slabs and shells on my bare feet doesn't stop me and the angry gust of wind doesn't stop me either.
I'm drenched but I barely feel it ,I keep on walking on this beach like field and finally I spot it....
The old and scary looking cottage.
How it still stands amazes me but that's not why I'm here
And just like every other time,the rain abruptly stops and the sun brings forth her warmth with a smile and the hustling and bustling of nature returns ,the chirping of birds resumes the sound of swooshing waves can be heard and all of this .....
Happens only when she begins singing
"Black bird, black bird, come to me,
My sweet darling, my heart's ecstasy.
The wind is whispering secrets in my ear,
Of a freedom waiting, beyond this drear...."
Never have I ever heard a voice so sweet it drips honey.
A voice that beckons the trees to sway their stems and leaves to it's tune.
A voice that sounded like the mother of creation.
The voice of earth herself.
Slowly I make my way into the cottage and I find her in the same spot I've always had.
Her back to me as she sits on a dressing table brushing her thick and long red hair with a calm and alluring glow.
A beauty
She appears to be the only presence of life in the seemingly dead room.
I walk closer to her till I'm at arms length
"...Your wings so fragile yet strong and free..."
I believe she feels my presence when she stops singing then drops the brush on the table and with a sweet smile causing her doe eyes to brighten, gestures for me to sit down as she rises with a grace I would never be able to posses not even in a lifetime.
I do as she directed and take her position on the stool and she picks up the brush and begins dressing my hair.
I look into the mirror in front of which we ceremoniously sit as our images can not be reflected.
"Why won't you just let me help you?" I ask trying to turn to face her but she keeps me in place with a hand on my shoulder.
I sigh in defeat. "What are you going to teach me today?"
She pauses for a while. "Nothing" her whisper barely audible.
"Tell me something...... I'm not the only one who knows about you,am I?"
She resumes brushing. "What did you see?"
"Who did I see?" I retrieve the brush from her and place it on the table
I turn to look at her same time she turns and walks to the bed to sit
"Nothing here is real,love"
"Is he the reason you're trapped here?"
"Like you he's one of the reasons I want to get out "
"Does he know he's my dad?"
