“If you can hear me love, wake up please. I need you…”a goofy voice trails off chuckling a little “you were right when you said I couldn’t live without you, and you might get mad that I haven’t slept in months nor have I eaten. Hell! Even mother is worried about you and you know how much she hates you, everyone is waiting for you darling…..please wake up for me” the voice pleads but no matter how many times I try to escape the darkness it still wins.
“Happy birthday sweetheart, today you turn two hundred and one years. So, it’s been a hundred and one years since you spoke or moved for any matter, but we’ll wait for you love even if it takes forever, Elliot misses you a lot and so does everyone. Today we are going to your favourite place ‘the cliff’, we wish you could join us….” The unfamiliar voice of a female says her cries fill the room and I feel a substance soaking my skin followed by a chuckle from her “am sorry, you made me promise you to never cry for you, am sorry” she says placing her warm hand on mine and then it goes quiet with a click of the door.
Even though I cannot open my eyes or move, I could hear things around me, I could feel every move-my thoughts are cut off by footsteps next to my bed making me frown as I did not hear the door open “I heard rumours, I just came to clarify” a voice says sending chills down my spine even in my state “I swear upon my life that I will kill the bastard who did this to you, Emirian” he says
‘It’s him! Why can’t he just leave me alone! I hate him! I wish I never met him! I wish we weren’t mates’ a voice chants making me frown ‘whose there?’ I ask but someone else laughs making the voice whimper
‘Kill him! He hurt us! He was supposed to love us! Kill him!’ and another voice says.
My eyes flutter open to review a blurry figure next to me, I blink a couple of times to get a clear picture causing my head to start throbbing “you-you’re awake” he stutters.
His handsome with his light grey eyes that look like a storm, rosey lips that put blood to shame, and long curly black hair that reaches his shoulders, his dressed in a black suite that hugs his tall muscular firm at 6 feet tall. I sit up groaning from my stiff muscles “take it easy” he whispers placing a hand on my shoulder just as electricity flies making me jump “what-what was that?” I ask him making him stiffen as he opens his mouth but closes it “and who are you?” I ask again looking around the room that looks like a hospital “you-you don’t remember me” he states shock clear on his face and I slowly shake my head.
Something tells not me to trust him, but something inside of me wants him near me, and everything about him makes a weird feeling settle in my chest “am Jenovick and am your mate” he says looking at me as he sits on the tiny bed next to me “like soul mate?” I ask him eyeing his every move, he laughs a little and it makes my heart jump a little “yes, but you can’t tell anyone about it or else bad things will happen” he says looking at me and our eyes meet, my breath hitches in my throat as I look into those beautiful eyes before he turns away avoiding my stare, he clears his throat “I must get going before they come in, don’t trust anyone especially Elliot” don’t trust him! A voice yells in my mind he says just as I hear footsteps outside the door and he disappears into a cloud of black smoke just as the door opens.
I look at the person who stumbles into the room with the scent of smoke and alcohol reeking off of him “Darling, you’re awake” he slurs smiling as he stumbles his way towards me, I move away from his firm out of fear of what he will do in his drunken state “what’s wrong darling? You don’t like me anymore?” he asks chuckling a little as he slumps down on the couch in the corner of the room, I want to puke at the way he called me darling and yell at him to get out and leave me to my pondering thoughts “who are you?” I ask him as he looks at the ceiling like it the most fantastic thing his ever gazed upon, but he looks my way with shock and anger dancing in his grey eyes “NO! No, no, no, no…” he chants to himself making me frown.
‘He said he loved me! Why? Why Elliot?!’ the first voice growls angrily
‘Kill him as well! Reap him apart and let me feed on him flesh!’ the second whisper and moans at the end like it is the most sweet words it’s said.
But before either of us could utter a word the door opens and a woman walks in who gasps as her eyes land on me “Emirian” she whispers.ere…