Domum Sancti
1176 Words
LORENZO'S P. O. V
It's been a few days since the incident with the sorceress. And am so sad to say nothing is back to normal, especially Herron who is still knocked out. His pigment pale, paler than a vampire's and knowing how they are that's saying something.
I still haven't been able to fully comprehend what happened. All I remember was the blast and after, we found ourselves home, seemingly fine except for Herron. Speaking of, I needed to give him a sponge bath as Dumont had headed to the library. We need answers, we need to know what really happened to Herron and how to help him. We still only have two days to the full and blood moon. Herron needs to be fine by then or... I don't want to even go there.
Just as I was about to undress Herron the doorbell rang. Wondering why Dumont would ring the door instead of using his keys, I walked to the door and used the peephole just to be cautious only to see a lady I have never seen before standing there. I took a second to see if my wolf could pick any danger and when he didn’t, I opened the door.
"Good morning, how can I help you, ma’am?” I asked politely while closing the door behind me.
"You need to get to the Domum sanctuarii if you want to find answers, time is of major importance, the veil is wearing thin. “the strange woman said and turned to leave.
“Wait... “I tried catching up with her but my legs wouldn't move.
I combed my hair with my right hand in frustration as I let what she said sink in. What the hell is a Domum Sanctuarii? When I looked towards the driveway the woman had disappeared and I could move. So, I swallowed my frustrations and went to tend to my mate, hoping that Dumont would come with an answer.
After cleaning up Herron and changing his clothes and bedding, I stripped my khaki shorts and remained in my boxers then snuggled in bed next to his unmoving body. His breath was getting shallower with the days. I am just scared that any minute his heart might stop.
What bugged me the most is that we were told we were chosen; it was our destiny to be mates and be guardians of the five dimensions but so far, no superior being has come to our aid. I have prayed to the moon goddess, to the Fates to any power that's out there, that chose us but none has helped. And right now, I think that maybe it was all a ruse, we aren't important because am sure if we were, we wouldn't be suffering right now as we faced each day that our mate shrunk, god! His eyes were even sunken, he already looks like a ghost.
"Hey love, am home” leave it to Dumont to find it appropriate to joke in this situation. I smiled though; it was a small twitch at the end of my lips but it makes me feel slightly better.
"Welcome back darling “I answered aiming for a similar tone but I couldn't help it from sounding dry and forced though.
Dumont walked over to the bed with a book in his hands. I didn't need to ask him anything because he already knew to share information. He sat on the other side of Herron and started flipping through the pages vigorously.
"Slow down Du, you might tear a page with impo... “I didn't get to finish before he was off the bed and holding me by the collar of my button-down shirt. f**k Vampire speed.
“YOU ARE TELLING ME TO SLOW DOWN?? CAN'T YOU SEE WE ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME?!! "
“DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT? “I shouted back at him. Wondering what has crawled up his ass and died. For all that's worth we are in this together, we both love Herron and want him back.
Dumont was still pinning me to the wall although his hold had loosened, trying to change the subject I informed him of the mysterious visitor and what she said. For a minute Dumont was lost for words before realization passed through his eyes and he was pulling me to the other side of the bed where the book was.
Still flipping vigorously, I just watched him and didn't say anything trying to avoid a scenario like what just happened a few seconds ago. It was a full minute before he stopped and moved closer to me.
"Here, this is the Domum sanctuarii,” He said as he showed me the black and white picture of a mansion-like house.
"But why is there no more information about it?” I asked sceptically.
The page only had the picture of the house and the rest of it was blank. The facing page was totally blank too.
Dumont flipped a few pages back then forward and still didn't find more information. I don't know what gave me the idea but I took the book from him then lifted it toward the window where the mid-morning sun was shining bright. There it was, nothing much but it was coordinated.
"Du, come and see this. “I beckoned and he came closer a smile on his face. And for the first time in a while, we both felt optimistic.
Without wasting time, we decided on what to do and I started packing while Dumont booked a private Jet as it would be impossible to fly in a plane with an immobile Herron. Also, easier to avoid prying eyes and nosy people.
As we were getting ready to head out two hours later, Laurent showed up with a brunet that I had seen once in Herron's company. We were a little surprised as we hadn't seen him since we parted ways at the ice rink. It seems like a long time ago.
"Hey,” he said awkwardly as he looked around Dumont's bedroom. The brunet gave a light wave at us just as awkwardly but her eyes were fixed on Herron's sleeping form on the bed.
Dumont walked towards him and gave him a what I assume he had planned to be a quick hug that turned out to a full-blown one, seeking the type of comfort that only his best friend could give. They stayed like that for a few minutes before letting go. Laurent murmuring words of encouragement to him.
Somehow, I felt like telling him everything that happened to us but when I opened my mouth he was already speaking.
"We know, some lady showed up at our hotel and filled us in, vaguely might I add but she was clear on one thing. We must go with you guys “
I looked towards Dumont sighing knowing we were both relieved that we didn't have to do this alone.
Picking Herron in my arms, I frowned a little at his loss of weight and headed to the front door.
“Let's go save our mate. "
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