The Alpha King and his Beta's Human Mate

Blood was everywhere! It covered the leaves on the trees, and the grass on the ground. Every step I took, I stepped on it. I had no choice, but to breathe it in. The scent was overpowering, metalic almost, leaving a heavy after taste, at the back of my throat. I needed to save him? Who him was? I wasn't sure. I just knew that he was important, that he would bring about peace, in a time of war and destruction. My body is tired, but I don't stop. The ghostly voice in my head, would not stop whispering "Find him, and what you seek, shall be yours." I did not understand this riddle, what did I seek? This answer eludes me completely. I push on forward, through my exhaustion, glancing around me, but it is getting dark fast. I lift my head up, towards the blue sky, and see a huge dark grey cloud, racing towards me, it covers everything in it's path, turning day into night. I stop walking, feeling scared and unsure of what to do. Should I run, but run where? This world is strange to me. I try to turn around, but some unknown force, keeps on propelling my body forward. I use all of my strength, to break free of this alien force, but nothing works, and I am drained of my last reserve of energy. Oh no! It's too late! The darkness is upon me, and everything turns pitch black. I can no longer see, I am blinded and feel so afraid. I scream, and scream, but no sound comes out, of my open mouth. All I hear, is the squishy sounds, my bare feet makes, on the blood soaken ground. My body keeps on moving, on it's own. I let the force guides me, no longer fighting it. My head has fallen to my chest, my hands are at my side. I felt like a walking dead zombie, totally lifeless. This went on for hours, in the erie darkness. I felt numbed, to everything else. My senses are overwhelmed, by the lack of light and scent of blood, that it takes me a while, to notice a yellowish light up ahead. I slowly raise my weary head, and to my atonishment, find a two storey cottage style house directly infront of me. Yellow light was emanimating, from its windows. The blood, had stopped a few feet, from it's doorstep. The door creaks open, and through my tired eyes, a blue glowing woman emerges. She is beautiful, her purple eyes, looks at me with kindness. She is too bright, almost like sunlight, and I have to shade my eyes, with my hand. "Welcome my child, we have been waiting for you," her angelic voice, revebrates in my head. The force, suddenly leaves my body, and I feel myself, collasping to the ground. My head hits the ground hard, and everything goes black again. The sound of whispering wakes me, I turn my head and goan in pain. I gingerly touch my head, coming in contact with a bandage. I opened my eyes, and waited for them to adjust to the bright sunlight, streaming through the open windows. My eyes widen in surprise, It was night when I fainted. I look around me anxiously, and notice that I am in a rose and gold colour room. I see a dresser in one corner, and a matching rosegold vanity desk, aganist the wall by the window. I was in a bedroom, definitely not my own, although it was simillar in design. I try to sit up, but a dizzy spell, quickly makes me lie back down again. I knew that, I was lying on a bed, the mattress was soft and comfortable. Where was I? That part, I didn't know. A face suddenly appears, too close for comfort over mines. It's the beautiful woman from before, her long wavy white hair, is flowing behind her, almost touching the ground. "She's awake, Gerald," the same angelic voice says, to someone else in the room. A man, with golden thick hair and a square jaw, with a handsome face steps into focus. His puts his face, up close over mines, I see his golden eyes, staring hypnotically into mines. "Yes, she is, we did it!" He tells her happily, a wide grin covering his face. The man removes his face, from mines and grabs the woman into a tight hug, kissing her on the lips. "The ritual worked, I knew it would. It brought her to us" he says joyfully, pulling away from the kiss. What ritual, is he talking about? I ask myself, unsure if I heard him right. My exhausted and confused brain, didn't know who they were, and how or why, in the world did I end up here? As far as I could recall, I had gone to bed, as I usually did, and then woke up, in that bloody field, still dressed in my white nightgrown. I look down at myself, and find that my clothes are different. I was wearing a pink frilly nightgrown instead. Someone had change my clothes, why? "You were covered in blood, so I changed it and bandage your wound from the fall," the angelic voice tells me reassuringly. "Who are you people? How did I get here?" I ask anxiously, wondering if I was still having a bad dream. "Don't you recognize us?" the woman ask sadly. I stare at her face for a while, something about it, even the hair. My mouth opens in shock, she looks alot like me, even the white hair, except mines was shorter, reaching just to my bum. Her eyes were purple, while mines was golden. Wait a gosh damn minute, I looked at the man again, his eyes were the same golden colour as mines! My features were very rare, white hair and golden eyes, not even my parents had either feature. I use to always joke, that maybe I was adopted, and here I was with two strangers, that each had a feature, the same as me. What was the coincidence of that? A thought quickly crosses my mind, didn't they say something about bringing me here. Where was here exactly, and why was I here? "You will soon find out, why we brought you here. The how part, was partly you, we linked your powers with ours, to open a gateway for your body to come through," she explains, confusing me more than ever. Gateway? Powers? What in the world is she talking about? This was all a dream, it had to be. But if it's a dream, why does my head and feet hurts? "Great question. That should make you determine then, that this is not a dream," the angelic woman says. Wait a gosh damn minute! I didn't speak! I have been having these internalize dialogues, and she keeps on answering me, as if reading my mind. What is she, psychic? "No. I'm not a psychic, as humans calls them. I am a fairy princess, and my husband is a Supreme Socerer," she says turning to the tall man at her side. "I need to wake up! As a matter of fact, it's time to get up! Get up, Get up!" I say hysterically, wondering if I'm going bat s**t crazy. Things have been a bit tough this week, at school and fighting with my mom. She wanted to send me far away, from every thing I knew and loved. No wonder, I was having a mental breakdown. "You are not going bat s**t crazy, as you put it. Your mother has keep things from you, she even kept us, from you all these years," the woman tells me, sadly. "Instead of woman, I do have a name, you can call me Angelique, or grandmother, if you like," she utters, forcing me into shock mode again. Did she say grandmother, so that means the man is grandfather also, but wait a second, both my grandparents are dead! D.E.A.D! "Yes my dear, we are indeed dead," the woman, I mean Angelique says somberly, as tears run down her face. Her husband goes to her side, and wipes her fallen tears. He holds her face, gently in his hands, stareing into her eyes, as if silently communicating, then he hugs her. That was my signal to leave, my body didn't want to wake up, so I had no choice, but to physically leave this dream, and create another one, hopefully the next one is better. I sit up slowly, and swing my legs, over the edge of the bed, sliding my butt towards the edge. I gingerly stand up, making sure, that I don't fall, and take three steps, towards the opened doorway, when a portrait on the dresser catches my eye. I go towards it instead, and pick it up. It's a picture of a young girl, around my age seventeen. She is quite pretty, with long blond hair and brown eyes. She is smiling in the picture, but her eyes looks sad. It is a picture of my mom, and what was even more shocking, was that they both were in it, with their arms around her waist, infront of this same cottage. I quickly turn around, stunned by this new development. They were really my grandparents, somehow, I had found my way to them in this dream like state, or maybe I was an in another realm. I take a few steps changing directions, stopping right infront of them. Carefully, examining each of their faces, my eyes fill with tears, and a single droplet, runs down my face. I whisper huskily, feeling choked up by my emotions "Grandmother!" "Grandfather!"