Chapter 4 - I Am... Where?

*Pryce Winsley's POV*

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Darkness. Darkness is all I see around me. It envelops my whole being to the point that I feel like I am part of it. I don't feel anything, and I can't feel anything around me. Not even my own body, no matter how hard I try to touch anything. Where am I? Why am I unable to see? Have I not opened my eyes? I think I did. Am I in somebody's room where the lights are off? Where is everybody, anyway?

Oh, my Blair! Where is she? Where is that freak? 

While I felt my mind so confused and clueless, I tried to talk, "Hello? Anyone?". 

I think I need to call for help. What if I am captured again by the...? Werewolves. Yeah, werewolves! They... There were so many of them. I was... I am... one of them. Oh, no. There was a war. But... I was... killed, killed by Damien. The traitor and false king of that race. I died. I died in the arms of my mate. No! Why am I conscious, if so? Where is everybody else? Where the hell am I? Where is Blair?

"Hey! Is there anyone who can hear me? Hello?!!" I yelled as I try to go somewhere I couldn't see. I don't even know if I am moving from where I was before or if I could even talk. I can't hear my voice.

When I heard no response, I called out to anyone again with a high hope that I could be heard by anybody, especially by the love of my life, whom I am hoping could come and rescue me.

"Blair? Can you hear me? Where are you? I need you here. I'm scared." I called her name and felt myself about to cry. Please, hear me out!

I really am afraid. I am afraid that she couldn't find me. What if... what if I really am dead? Then there would be no chance that I could be found because there is no need to find anything if I really am gone in the world of the living. But I am here. What am I even doing here and blabbering something in my wandering mind? I certainly believe that I am not dead. Maybe I am trapped. What if... I am trapped somewhere, somewhere where there is no escape? I wish myself enormous good luck then.

But... If I have gotten inside here... there should be a way in, right? And, if there is a way in... there is a way out! Of course!

Now, what I need to do is find a way. But how, though? I can't freaking see anything. I can't even feel my limbs. I don't even know if I am breathing. 

"Damn, I think I really am dead," I muttered as I kept trying to walk, yet I can't feel any movement.

Dead. Yeah, I almost forgot. I am destined to die because of being a damn half-human and half-werewolf. Not just any werewolf, but I am freaking having the soul of the beast that used to rule the race of the werewolves. I don't even know why me. Why does it have to be me? I mean... fine. I am the last of our lineage that the great King Alcatraz has chosen, or he just had no other choice. I guess the latter. But hell, I am a freaking girl—a female. And now, I was hunted for it. I am fated to die. No, I don't wanna accept it. Fuck! I haven't even taken my girlfriend out on a date. We have not even reached our first monthsary, not even just a weeksary. Am I not really supposed to enjoy life like everyone else? I want to live. Live with my Freak. Well, she is not just any freak though, she is a damn princess of the vampires and witches. And oh, let's not forget... She is my mate. Uh-huh. She is my soulmate.

Now, I really really really need to find a way to get out of here.

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After some moments have passed, I finally am crying because I feel no hope at all. My optimism has escaped my system already. I don't know where I would go from here. I wanna come back home badly.

I am crying, yet there are no tears that I could feel. I just feel awful about myself. Do I even have insides? My intestines? My other organs? Think none. But I do feel sad and miserably desperate. I need a way out of this nothingness, yet darkness is all I could see, touch, and find. Can somebody turn on the freaking light?

How long will I be alone here? Forever? Well, I am cool with it if I am with... you know who I am thinking about. Because... mmm, we could do lots of things, I mean, talk about a lot of things. Well, fine, both. I just miss her so much. And I don't even have any idea of how long I was away from her and how long I was inside here in this bullshit of a place. 

But if I can't find a way to get out of here, and if waiting till she finds me worth it, I will be willing to wait for her. Even if it takes her forever. Just kidding, forever is like... too long, right? Words. They are playing and dancing in my mind. I am not thinking sanely anymore.

Ooh, I need to unthink everything that makes me feel sad and hopelessly helpless. I need to think of some happy thoughts. Yeah, happy thoughts. But my happy thoughts only consist of the person that makes me sad right now. Fuck it! Oh, the way she says fudge when she cusses is one thing that I want to hear again. I wanna get a touch of her pretty perfect face and her soft straight brown hair again. I want to hear her voice and her laugh again. I want to see her lovely forest green eyes and her annoyingly adorable bright smile again. I want to feel her coldness when she is in her vampire mode and her warmth when she is in her other form. Also, I want to witness her stubbornness about something we agree or disagree about that she quickly becomes soft when she gets intimidated by me.

I just miss you so much, my Blair.

Maybe I can only be with you in my memory. And I hate to think that I can never have the chance to see and hold you again. I will just hope for the best. Yeah, that's all I could do. Hope.

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After one eternity has passed, I feel extremely nothing but also nothing. I don't know if how long the time has passed that made me feel blank. I felt total emptiness, and the only thing that I hate is I cannot sleep. There really is no escape from this hell to a place called a dream. It might be the only place that could make me feel a little bit alive, where I could see anything and touch something, and if I get lucky enough... I could be dreaming of her and us. But, there is none for so long. I am consciously thinking about nothing more but just one thing; her.

Sometimes, I feel like it's even better to just disappear like thin air. Like, you won't remember anything; you won't yearn for somebody and some people that you have left behind who could be dead worried about you; and you won't think of going somewhere but just be still. I want to just... be gone. Completely.

For a long time, I wish I could close my eyes or open them. I don't even know what I have been doing for so long, though. I just hate that my mind is conscious.

As I have been thinking about nothing again but my mate's face and our memories together for the millionth time, I suddenly felt something weird. I like that it's unusual because I have never felt anything before, ever. It's a good sign, right? Something strange is happening to me. I mean, I feel somewhat new. There is something familiar that I have not felt for so long ago. Something warm? Is it hot? Cold? I think it's hot. Hot. What are the things that are hot? My girl, of course. What else? Fire. Yeah, fire is hot.

And, wait... Is it weird to smell something like burning while feeling so hot? Smell. Yes, I have never smelled something before for so long. And weird is good. Oh, my goodness! Could this mean something? It should be because I have been here in this meaningless place for so damn long.

When I heard that there is something or someone like sobbing, I quickly felt that I am near somebody. Who could be it? How can I know?

Then I suddenly flinched when I got into contact with something very hot, and I didn't notice that I can now see. Woah! Damn, I have been closing my eyes all those times? Wow! How long was it?

And wait... The hot thing. It's here near me. She is here. I feel so happy to see her again. She really is here. My Blair. She is sitting near my feet, my poor bare feet, which are about to get burned because of the flame that surrounds her upper body. Oh, I do remember. She is a damn fire-controlling-and-emitting witch. But, what is happening to her? Why is she like that now? Is she gonna burn me? Oh, no! But she seems to be crying. What happened?

When I realized that we were in her bedroom, I tried to find my voice to speak. I can't move any of my hands or feet. I just feel like I am about to get burned because of her hotness.

"You are not gonna burn me alive, are you, Blair?" I asked her with my hoarse voice, and she snapped her head to me. And quickly, she stood up from the bed that was about to catch fire that came from her.

"Pryce." She muttered while looking like she just saw a ghost. Do I look like I just came back to life from my grave?