by Sky Wilde
My mate bond pulses heavily, indicating that my mate is looking for me using it. I close my mind off, after whispering, “Goodbye... Grey.” into his mind, not caring if he can hear me or not.
Finally, the Darkness claims me and I happily embrace it.
I just want to die... I will face hell rather than this living agony...
I give up.
*Grey*
A SUDDEN PAIN HITS me right in the chest, pushing me down to the ground. The supernaturals that I have been fighting with have surrounded me.
‘... What was that...?’
I get up and touch my chest to find that nothing dangerous is protruding from it. No daggers, no bullets, no blood. ‘Then what the hell was that?’ I mentally curse that unknown pain.
Realization dawns on me, It is not my pain...
Another jolt of pain hits me square on my chest, but this is ten-times the last one. I grit my teeth and kneel down from this assaulting pain. This is not my pain.
December’s...
I let out a roar and shift into a lion as my body morphs and my dress tears in shreds. As soon as I take a step, another series of jolts of pain hits me and I place my paws wide to balance myself. One of the supernatural tackles me and I roll over to the ground, trying to bite his head off.
The pains suddenly stop. I whimper mentally and look over using my mate bond. Only to find that my mate’s life energy is seeping constantly out.
“Goodbye... Grey.” Her voice is a whisper in my mind. I try to connect with her and at least give some hope that I am already here and will save her. I wanted to yell at her to hold on, but suddenly a brick wall is forced on her mind and forces me out from her thoughts.
But the pain from her never stops.
I try to concentrate on my surroundings but, my mate is the only thing in my mind. The pain stops moments after me falling into a state of trance rapidly defending myself instead of attacking. The stopping of pain indicates only one thing...
She is dying.
I let out another roar and without my knowledge, forced what my Shifter called as an Alpha compulsion, into it, stunning every magic user nearby. I shift back to human form and let my hunter take full control.
I have been saving my hunter side as a last resort. But, I have no choice.
Rage unlike last times fills me. My mate is dying. Angel magic starts swirling around me, bathing me in white light. The supernaturals around me have their jaws agape. And they can’t move due to my binding compulsion. I let the magic inside my body and I can feel it branding itself into my skin.
Into my flesh. Into my heart. Into my very soul.
I can feel that I will never be the same person, but for my December, I will go through worse.
After some painful moments, I feel myself getting control back. I look over to see that my hunter’s consciousness is nowhere to be found. I look over my hand to see that I have icy blue lines swirling around. Like veins.
I twirl them around and focus on my power, a magic dagger appears. I flip it and test the dagger. So, this is how a hunter does things.
I cover myself with sweatpants from the bag I had. I had taken a lot of pants and shirts of my size, knowing that if I shift, it would leave me naked. As I trot confidently through the living statues of supernaturals.
The mate bond strains a little and I fear the worst for a second. But, it becomes normal again – as normal as it could. I let out a harsh breath and focus on my powers. With no effort, I launch a wave of daggers around the room, and all the supernaturals fall out, like dust in hurricane.
But the rage doesn’t lessen, at all.
“December!” I billow out and launch in a sprint into the building, looking frantically for her, as rage takes full control.
If she dies, I will destroy the whole supernatural world... for putting her through this.
Let’s hope it doesn’t happen.
For my mate’s sake.
Love .vs. Magic
*December*
I vaguely remember everything of my life. Who am I? Why am I floating? Where am I?
Suddenly, a pain hits my body and I am sucked back from the void. I find myself panting hard. I groggily open my eyes to feel them heavy. My whole body feels hot and it feels like my veins are burning, like I am being burned inside out.
“My slave. How does this feel?” a voice travels through the place I am in.
Slave? Am I a slave? “Ugh...” I roll over to see that I am naked. Why am I naked? Am I really nothing but his sex slave?
Maybe.
I was always a lowlife halfie, so it makes sense for me to be his slave.
My mind is still hazy and I see no reason to reject what is in front of me. “Well. I asked you a question.” He presses his booted foot into my stomach. A rush of adrenaline fills my body and the whole body ache I have been feeling, slowly recedes and reduces, replacing with bliss.
A moan slips from my mouth. He puts more force and the pain brings such euphoria to my brain. Another moan leaves my lips without my consent. “I.... Good....” I can’t even think anything let alone form a sentence.
The man laughs hard. “So, do you want more of this?”
I nod my head. The pain he is inflicting is better than the pain I felt in the beginning. “You will do everything I ask then?” I nod once again. “You ready to complete the bond?”
Bond? Something in my mind gets triggered on hearing the word. My eyes feel heavy and I feel myself slipping into unconscious state.
I will happily embrace darkness to life anytime. And so I do.
I FLOAT IN THE VOID once again. A place where nothing exists. A place without light, while being illuminated. A place without air, while there is no hardness to breathe. A place without end, where the time is not true to its word. A place.... where Nyx rests.
“Two soulmates, one with rare hybrid sides, and one with my mark, will reach this exact same spot before the sun sets and you will gladly pass over to me.”
I feel my voice resonate inside. But, I am not the one speaking them. The voice is slipping my mouth and I am just watching helplessly into the never ending void.
“December, finally, the time has come.” A voice, almost like mine, whispers into my mind.
“What time?” I whisper back into the void.
“Time to realize your destiny. Please, know that what you underwent was a cruel but essential step for it. Know that it was not the easiest way, but in the end, losing your buffer is what you needed for your destiny. What my vessel needs for her. It is a little sacrifice they must make for me.” Something shifts in the void, and I look around. But, nothing catches my attention.
“Eternal Pain to keep them grounded. That is what the first step of your destiny is.” The voice sends chills down my metaphorical skin.
“So, if it is my destiny... I would accept the pain without a question. But, I don’t want my mate to suffer due to me.”
Well, I would gladly choose anything over being a slave, as long as my mate is safe and happy.
The voice hums a tune and adds, “Mate bond is deep, deeper than you think. It is a deeper mutual consent between two souls, and if I give you the way to block out this pain from your soulmate, will you do it?”
“Yes!” I yell.
The voice mutters something like an enchantment, and I feel a wall around my pain... restricting it to only me. I smile as the blue irises of my mate appear before me. My Grey will always be happy.
All of a sudden, a slapping sound cracks hard in the void. I wince, not from the pain, but from the sound. I don’t know how, but I don’t feel any pain, just euphoria pounding through my mind. My normal pain—the one connected to my destiny— lingers.
I hear a maniacal laugh bubbling out from my mouth. Another slap resounds from deep inside. Again, my body and whoever’s in control of it laughs.
“Hurt my Vessel all you want, but she will never feel them, neither will your slaps linger on her perfect body.” My voice is different
than my own. Kind of eerie. I hear him muttering, “Impossible...”
In an instant, I am pulled back to my body and I feel myself tingling with magic. Not my normal type, but still a magic... harnessing wild magic particles, a magic using nature itself. Wild magic. I never thought someone could control that large amount of wild magic. Like the name states, it is wild, and those who try to control it only die. But, I can feel wild magic particles coursing through me, catering to my whims.
“Your turn, your destiny, my December" The voice hums in my mind and I feel its presence disappearing.
Fire, water, earth, air comes forth with just a flick of my wrist. I laugh at how powerful I have become. Flames dance in my hands while the winds whip them into shape of a bird, phoenix. Suddenly a whop of water hits the flame and dust covers the steam and becomes a beautiful sight, a phoenix becoming ash. Then the flames rise once again from the dust and become a bird in mid-air, a phoenix rising from the ash.
How fitting.
I look down at my body to see that it is pulsing with red and blackish veins, depicting symbols of the elementals. A shriek fills the air.
I wince from the intensity and use the air to block it off. After refocusing my mind, I look over to see that a girl is now standing close to the other participant of the room and her mouth is open, like she is screaming. A Banshee? Yes, my eyes switch to magic perspective and I look through the glamour of the girl to look at a pale-green skinned woman with eyes like the slits of a snake, screaming at me.
I smirk. Without air, sounds can do nothing. Without sounds, a Banshee can do nothing. She is wasting her energy.
When my eyes skim over the other participant features, realization dawns on me. Mickelson Diaz.
The Alpha who has made my life a living hell.
He is paler than a ghost, but is affixed to the place. The girl is clinging on his arms and is trying to force him out. The girl as I realize is the one who made it happen and gloated about it, the one who made this room my punishment chamber, the one who tried to slit my throat and drew the truth from me.
My mate is in danger because of these guys.
My life is danger because of these guys.
I feel my body being lifted from the floor. Rage whispers sweet plans of revenge inside my mind. Despair wails out my failure to my mate.
I let them both have what they want. Revenge. For myself. And to atone to my mate.
I let myself lose control, and darkness closes in on me. The eerie presence takes control and whispers, “Your powers are new for you. I got you for now.”
A shriek bounces of my air shield as the Banshee’s body start burning from inside out. I feel her heartbeat and the blood coursing through her veins.
How good will it be to pull it out...
Like I wanted, the presence pulls the blood from the live veins, and the Banshee’s voice rises tenfold, becoming visible sound waves. She must be feeling just like how I felt some moments ago.
Like the lingering burning feeling I had.
The control comes back to me, as the eerie presence takes a side seat to this perfect gorgeous scene.
“She did it. Let her taste her own medicine.” Rage billows.
Yes. Let her have a taste of her own medicine.
I, little by little, torture the girl. The Alpha starts pawing at the girls hands. Trying to escape. He doesn’t care about his women.
I push the girl to the edge of death, and I can feel the impending doom. The only perfect place on this damned earth. Death.
Do it. Let her see what she wanted to do to you. Let him see your power.
I force the presence to do as the voice told. Little by little, I drain the blood from her body through the now bursting blood vessels in her fingers and I burn her from inside out. The screaming stops and I feel an instant thrill.
Like I was designing to do this.
To kill.
I look around to see that Mickelson had escaped when I was thrilling myself by killing his woman. His women, who means nothing to him...
I let go of the air shield and allow my rage to fuel me. I look down at my naked body and pull fire to me, making a layer of dress of my own. Floating through the air, I blast the locked door open with earth, and throw it into the wall.
When I get my hands on every single supernatural that are here and assisting the Alpha, I am gonna pull the blood through their vessels, slowly... painfully, then make them burn before closing the earth on them while they still are screaming...
I get full out on my rage and everything I see now, is red. I give into the instincts developing in me, and walk straight through the doorway.
Let’s wish that are damn ready to face their judgment.
*Grey*
MY MATE BOND IS STRANGELY calm. It was pulsing just a moment ago. Rage and Despair rolled off my mate’s mind, and was fuelling my own rage. But, it just stopped.
She is alive, I checked that... but why is she calm all of a sudden?
Suddenly, a scream pierces the air. That scream comes out of nowhere and leaves in mere moments. What was that!
Another scream resounds in the air, a matching one like before, but this one seems more feminine...
As I make my way towards the direction from which I heard the screams, while trying very hard to find the way to my mate, more shrieks fill the air. Every shriek lasts only mere moments. Like they just died.
“It doesn’t matter! Go find our mate!” My shifter billows.
After embracing my hunter side and letting it out as a whole, I was able to retain more self-control and my shifter has no choice but to wait for me to shift, instead of forcing a shift on me.
“I am trying!” I yell back and take off on a slow sprint toward the sounds.
It sounds closer, the screams feel closer. And the stench of blood is palpable in air. I clench my nose, feeling bad to have acquired such sensitive nose for the first time. My shifter whines in protest, but I keep moving. When I take more steps, my feet squelches on something and I wince from the thick liquid. I turn my gaze away from the walls and to the floor, to see a copious amount of blood running.
Like a river of its own.
I didn’t believe what I was seeing. When I killed those hordes of supernaturals, there was blood, but not this much blood... This is more like a self-sustaining stream of blood.
Another scream pierces the air, and I clutch my ears to protect my ear drums. Involuntarily I close my eyes, and something bumps into me. Using my magic, I create a barrier of my own and all the blood, and whatever was hitting on me, is forced out.
That is when I see her. My December.
Gorgeous fiery dress adorned her body, like a second skin. She was floating in the air, air flying around her, giving an ethereal look to her. Her whole of eyes glowed pitch black, like a black hole where one could get lost and never be found. Her skin had this blood red colour swirling on it, and on closer inspection I can see additional droplets dripping from her body. Blood.
I gasp as her smoldering gaze falls on me. She cocks her head, like an intrigued lioness. When I’m ready to take down my barrier, a fiery hand from nowhere hit the barrier and bounces off. I look over to my mate to see that her dress has gone all tentacle-crazy and is attacking me. I force more of my magic into my defence. A line of sweat breaks out on my forehead.
“December!” I yell out both in reality and in her mind. But nothing comes in reply. Nor she seems to be stopping.
A sudden tornado of air passes her body and whips her hair giving a terrifying, yet sexy, look to her. Before I could appreciate her beauty like that, the wind slams hard into my barrier, forming a crack into it. The hands instantly get into work, wedging the crack farther apart.
I use all my energy, but it still doesn’t do any justice... Fire starts licking at my skin, the wind forcing it inside. Even the earth seemed to rumble in sync with the fire hurting me... The fire burns my outside flesh on my hands. And it hurts like hell.
“December. Pl
ease, stop!” I plea into her mind using my bond. But nothing...
“Wake up! You are not this... thing. My December will never hurt me. Come back!” Tears start springing in my eyes... Was I too late? Did I lose my December, the sweet, determined and loving woman...?
“Revenge... Death...” A voice whispers into my mind... much like my December’s. A sudden calm settles over me at her words.
She must be done with me, must have given up on me. She has already lost her trust over me. If so, if it is justice to give what she wants, I will give her what she wants.
My life, if that is what she wants to take...
Deep in my mind, I harbour hope that she will recognize me. I am her mate. But, I will give her what she asked for. Finally, taking a deep breath, I hold the mate bond for dear life, and lower my barrier. The flames at once recede to their mistress.
What I did must have caught her off-guard, because she starts floating toward me. The fire still rages around me, just not with the same intensity.
She is almost near me. Her scorching body heat assaults me. My legs give out and I fall to my knees before her. If she wants my life, I will give it... I will give my soul to save her... She stops a few distances away from me.
“Revenge. Death,” The words barely a whisper, leaves her mouth.
“December ... Please, try to remember me. Try to remember your Grey, your mate.” Desperation is rolling of my tongue... and I don’t give a damn if I seem to be a clingy boyfriend instead of accepting her judgment.
But, I just have a feeling... my December is still inside whatever this is.
“Grey...” her mouth moves. I look into her smoldering gaze and whisper her name, “December...”
“You came... for me... for the traitor... Why...” she whispers back. That took my surprise. Traitor?
“I will always come for you, Dee... You are my world. Whatever you did, doesn’t matter... all it matters is you.” I whisper back.
The intensity of the surrounding elements reduces dramatically. I sigh and stand up. December still hovers over air; her fiery dress practically gone; her brows furrowing with concern or worry or concentration; her head dipped down, an utter expression of defeat on her face.