BAIT Part 2

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You Are Not Prepared


I opened my eyes into a world of fire and fury. The air was hatred, the ground was pain and in front of me stood my dad. He looked, younger, furious but not threatening. Like an angry child. But his voice was the same.

“It’s not fair! It was supposed to be mine!”

“What are you talking about?”

“The power was supposed to be mine! I was the eldest, I was the alpha, I was supposed to get it, not Edward. He got everything! It’s not fair!”

With every shouted word the world around us grow in nightmarish intensity. My heart was afraid. But I stood my ground. Then my father aged into the man I know, or, the man I knew.

“But it’s your power now. Your responsibility.’ He let out that laugh that I’ve hated my entire life. That malicious, I love to watch you fail, laugh. ’And you are not prepared.”

Then he just kept laughing, and laughing and the sound hit me, until I couldn’t take it anymore and I lunged forward. I hit him and he wasn’t there, nothing was there. The world was gone and I was falling through empty space towards something that I was afraid of, and when I got there, I woke up screaming. And then Amber put her arms around me, her face in my neck and all the pain and hatred and numb terror was gone.


When Bastian walked into the room covered in blood, I wasn’t sure if I was going to cry or vomit or both, and then he smiled. And I don’t know. As horrifying as he looked with his mouth black from what I didn’t even what to think about. The thing that really got me was his eyes. There was something missing, the spark had gone out of him. All I could do was stare, but I don’t think he even knew what was going on.

I mean, I couldn’t imagine what he must be going through. That thing inside me told me he had done the right thing, and his dad seemed real evil, but I guess, it was still his dad. I didn’t even want to think about losing my parents let alone killing one of them. Or killing anybody. Fuck!

My heart, no my soul ached to think about what he must be going through. Part of me wanted to get up and go into the shower with him, but I also wanted to give him his space. Give him time to breathe and wash of the blood.

That was until he fell into the room.


I was by his side before I even realised I was moving, and even though I knew nothing bad could really happen, soul mates, I wanted to wrap myself around him to make sure he was ok.

We locked eyes, and there he was, the man I was pretty sure I loved, even though it had been such a short time, but really, I knew, and I knew he knew, but fuck. His body shook in my arms, and his eyes closed and I didn’t know what else to do.

“Frankie, HELP!”

And like always, he was there. He had always been there for me, reliable, solid, perfect. Just not the guy for me. But there he was.

“Jesus, I think I’ve seen this dude naked more than clothed.”


It definitely wasn’t what I wanted to hear, and it showed on my face. Without another word he picked him up and carried him to my bed. Then he looked at me, infinitely more concerned, and said.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know, I, uummm, he just fell into the room and was gone. Was he hurt in the fight?”

I could see the wheels turning before Frankie said anything.

“I mean, he pushed, hard and like…’ He stopped and let out a breath that said more than his words ever could. ’shit was fucking intense. I don’t think physically but it couldn’t have been easy.”

I looked down at Bastian and saw sweat coming up in his face, like he was standing in the sun or too close to a fire.

“I don’t know what to do.”

I wanted to scream, to throw furniture, to break shit. I was so over being helpless, but I was. I didn’t know enough or really, anything about the world I was in, or Bastian’s life before me to understand what the fuck was going on. And it hurt, that little voice in me screamed and cried and I hated it but, I cried with it.

Frankie, bless his heart, put his arms around me and let me cry into his shoulder. Then her voice drifted over us.

“He will be alright. You just need to give him time.”

I looked up at Belinda who was focused on Bastian.


“He has been through a great emotional shift, but also a physical one, all at once. That is too much for him to just handle. He needs… time.”

“What can I do to help?”

She looked at me and I couldn’t help but feel like a 50s housewife from some tv show, desperate to make sure my man’s life was fine. But at the same time, Bastian felt like the most important thing in my world.

“Be with him, it’s late, and getting later. Your souls are bound. I know it might feel… strange. But think of him as sleeping, and sleep yourself. It has been a long day, and it will do you good, and him better to have you near.”

She then rested her hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

“Come, you would also do good to rest, even though night is coming, emotions take a toll.”

Frankie looked at me questioningly and I knew that Belinda was right. The moment she’d said it I felt my exhaustion set in.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Sleep sounds amazing actually. And thank you, thank you so much for everything.”

I looked at Belinda meaning to say it again but she raised a hand to stop me.

“Everything will be taken care of, when he awakens, you can tell him that it’s all taken care of.”

And then they were gone, something that I hated but was weirdly getting used to. I then pulled the covers over me and Bastian, put my arms around him and let sleep take me. Which, honestly, happened a lot quicker than I thought it would.

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