*Mature Content Warning!! Read at Your Own Discretion!!*~Vaela"What are you reading?"I look up, mildly irritated that I'm being interrupted, just when my book was getting to the good part."A book," I respond, staring up at my mate, who seems to be enjoying looming over me with a very particular look on his face.I've only been home for two days, and finally I'm feeling better after having a good portion of my blood drained out of me. All my time I've spent reading this book, since it's not like I have anything else to do.Hale rounds my chair, looking over my shoulder. "I was going to ask what kind of book, but I think I get the idea."Frowning, I slam the book shut, dumping it on my lap. There goes that."I wasn't making fun of you," he assures me, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek, which I don't manage to dodge away from in time."Believe it or not, it's quite interesting," I mumble, feeling my cheeks flush.I'm quite sure I know why I picked up this book today. Hale has been
~VaelaMy feet scuff over rocks, gloved fingers gripping slick ice as I climb."Can you wait up? I'm going as fast as I can and am seconds away from breaking my ankle."Turning, I look over my shoulder. My friend and companion for this trip, Eyla, struggles up a particularly steep part of the cliff, bundled in layers of clothing to the point I can't see her face."We are nearly there," I assure her, prying my numb hand between two slabs of rock, hoisting myself up onto a ridge."Exactly, so wait up."With two feet planted on the flat edge of the ridge, I look out over the vi
~VaelaMorality is a punishing thing.Been there. Done that. Died young, spent nearly a century in death before arriving here. The immortal realm, where I am to live out a not so immortal existence, as I shall eventually die. The name must have sounded nice in its creation.The only true immortality belongs to the pure-bloods.Dark, twisted individuals with magic beyond their means. Magic to crush realms, to torture and abuse.Eyla’s voice echoes through my subconscious, jolting me from my vacant thoughts."No...No, no Vaela, tell me you're lying." She’s at
~Vaela"Ah!" My palms slap over my eyes, the image of the man burned into the back of my eyelids."Who are you?" The voice questions. It’s a deep, rich sound that spreads over me, slightly accented.I’m imagining this.I must be. There is no conceivable way that I just saw a tall man with silver tattoos standing at what I now realise is a doorway. Thankfully his bare chest was all I got an eyeful of, and not any lower down…My fingers part slightly as I peek through them. I am not imagining this.The man is now fully dressed, which took him only mere momen
~VaelaJust as he’s about to leave the room, I call for him to stop.“I know you’re immortal and all, but you don’t have anything for me to tend to my wound?”Both Hale and I’s eyes drop to the wound. Frankly, it’s disturbing, and if I don’t disinfect and wrap it, the fire isn’t going to end up being enough to save me.“Follow me,” he instructs grimly.I scramble after him, surprised as the warmth of the fireplace follows me from the room. It still hasn’t managed to get under my skin yet, to warm the deepest parts of me that are currently still glacial.&
~VaelaI don’t know how long I slept for.I wake colder than I was before, despite my proximity to the fire. Aside from the crackling of the flames, which I believe is stoked by magic, the foyer is silent, and lacking any Pureblood’s.Sitting up, I rub my eyes. Should I wait here, or should I seek Hale out?If I seek him out, it means I have to talk to him. Not that he isn’t interesting, or hasn’t been somewhat nice to me, he’s still utterly terrifying.
~VaelaWill and Eyla walk apprehensively behind us, fumbling through the shadows toward the entrance to Hale’s home.“Boyfriend?” Amusement is laced tauntingly in Hale’s voice as he walks closely in front of me.“I know you heard...” I mutter under my breath. "Ex."“Interesting.” There are endless alternative meanings laced in his tone that I'm not going to begin unpacking.I glare at his back. “Shh&hell
~Vaela"I don't like him."Collapsing down onto the couch, I tug a blanket over myself, glaring at Will. I’m too distracted by this strange feeling of loss that has settled within me. It feels wrong to have left the cave, to have left Hale."You're not meant to, he's a Sin,” Eyla responds, pushing past him to come sit next to me on the couch.Will’s jaw is set in a firm line, a distasteful look swirling in his eyes. "The fact that he was acting like he was going to see you again, Vaela."&nb