Coveted

Last of His Kind

Jenna's POV

When I woke back up Victoria was gone and James was asleep in a chair by the bed. I was afraid his doctor friend had told him everything. I wasn't sure I wanted him to know yet. I wanted to know more about him first. What if he didn't want the babies? What if he wanted the babies and not me? All these questions were running through my head. He started to stir in the chair. When he saw I was awake he jumped up to check on me. He told me that Vickie said she gave me medicine that would help, but never said what was wrong. I just shrugged and tried to play dumb. I found the jealousy I felt over the pet name he used for the Doctor eased my conscience. I didn't know how to bring up his past so I just jumped in. "Victoria said you and her were lovers at one time. She also said you were an Almas.". His look turned from shock to anger. "Vickie has a big mouth.". I cringed at his use of the pet name again. He looked concerned that I might be in pain, but I ignored it and forged on. "What happened to the rest of your kind? Are you really the last one?". He started pacing and running his hands through his hair in agitation. I wanted to go to him and calm him down, but I needed to know the truth. He finally blurted out, "yes I'm the last of my kind. The rest were killed over five hundred years ago. I'm the only one left and it's going to stay that way. We're beasts that cause only pain and destruction.". Then he stormed out of the room. I don't even know when the tears started falling. I could feel my heart breaking. I always thought that was such a cliche, but now I understand the intense pain that words can't begin to describe. Before I knew it I was sobbing into my pillow. I cried until I had no more tears, then fell asleep.

I don't know if the scene playing out before me is happening now or if it is just a painful memory, but it took all my will not to turn away in disgust. The goon, whom I had seen hovering around Mason, was holding a branding iron to Sal's genitals. He did this until he was about to pass out from the pain. He would back off long enough for Sal to recover. I presume, so he didn't miss any of the pain. It was sick. At one point he started carving into the flesh on his abdomen. He already had several missing fingers on his left hand. I could see bones protruding from both his ankles. I abruptly woke up. I ran to the bathroom and started vomiting. I grabbed a few essentials in a bag and what little money I had left. I snuck out as quietly as possible. I knew James would hear a car start. I decided to push a motorcycle away from the house before I started it. I realized I forgot the medicine Victoria had given me, but I couldn't go back now. I patted my belly in reassurance and drove off. My broken heart and wounded pride wouldn't let me look back.

James POV

The next morning I was berating myself for letting myself get so upset. The past wasn't important. Carra is sick and I need to take care of her. I made her breakfast and carried it to her room, ready to apologize. When I found her room empty my heart sank. I turned the house upside down. I found her bottle of pills, but no Carra. I called Vickie to ask what the pills were for. She refused to tell me. "You don't understand Vickie. She's gone and she left the pills here. I don't even know why she left. She asked about my past and if there were any more of my kind. I told her no and there never would be and stormed out. I came back to apologize, but she's gone. I have to find her. I have to help her. Tell me what's wrong with her." Victoria finally blurted out the truth. "You i***t! She's pregnant with your babies. Three to be exact!". That's all I heard before the phone fell from my hand. I grabbed the pills and ran out the door.