The White Witch's Vampire Mates

Aftermath Part 2

Unknown POV

NO!!! Not now. I am so close. I am going to have to move up my timetable. I have to get to her before her mate can get a chance to claim her. If her mate claims her before I do, it will be nearly impossible for me to claim her.

"Briggs," I yell 

"Yes, sire," Briggs says as he enters the room.

"Is the portal stable enough to send a person through?" I ask.

"Doubtful," Briggs tells me.

"Why is it taking so long?" I demand

"We weren't able to siphon enough of the witch's power. The portal needs a lot of power. She left before we could get enough." Briggs tells me. 

No, she didn't leave. I felt and saw her ripped away from me so suddenly. I had her right where I wanted her. If we had not been interrupted by her mate, she would still be here, and we would have enough power to open the portal to her world.

I needed eyes and ears in her world and on her. I needed to know what was going on. Especially now that her mate has found her, if I am right, he is a blood vampire, which means I may have time to get to her before he claims her. Blood vampires are so narrow-minded that I highly doubt that he even wants to claim her as his. However, I can't take the chance. 

"I need you to go through the portal and be my eyes and ears over there," I told Briggs.

"Sire with all due respect, the portal isn't ready. I will risk my life if I need to; however, I will not do so in vain." Briggs tells me

"You will do what I tell you to do." I roar at him

"Now go ensure that you can go through the portal and arrive on the other side alive. I will not take no for an answer." I tell him

"Yes, sire." He says through gritted teeth and stalks out of the room. Briggs is my second in command and is loyal to a fault. He may not like what I am asking of him, but in the end, he will do as I tell him.

After Briggs leaves, I replay the events of what happened in my mind. She was right where I wanted her. Then she was just gone. At least I think she is gone. I still can sense her; however, it fades in and out. 

Mikayla POV

Floating.

I am here, but I am not here????

Ah, he is here, but who is he or which he????

Home. Not home. 

Here, there, and everywhere.

Need to get home. Safe. Home.

Liam POV

As I come to, I notice that there is a lot of commotion going on around me. I try to move but can't, that's when I realize I'm tied to a chair.

I keep my eyes closed so that I can assess the situation. I smell at least three werewolves, which would explain why I am tied to a chair. I can hear my blood mate's roommate tell Seth why I am currently tied to the chair. Which he isn't happy about. Now and again, I feel his glare on me. I know he wants to know why I am here and what the hell is going on. 

Then I focus my attention on my blood mate. I can sense she is no longer asleep, but something is still not right. Weirdly, it's like she here but not here. I don't exactly know what that means. I have this overwhelming need to get to her. I don't know why. I just need to get to her.

"I need to get to my blood mate. Untie me now." I say to no one in particular.

"We are not going to untie you until we know what is going on and that you weren't the one that hurt her." The alpha tells me.

"I would never hurt her. She is my blood mate. You don't understand she isn't all here. I need to get to her so that I can guide her back here." I say, looking at her roommate, hoping that she will at least be concerned enough to have me untied.

"No, like my father said, not until we know what is going on. I can't risk her safety." Her roommate tells me.

I am getting angry. They don't understand. A part of her is trapped somewhere else. I need to get to her. She is slipping away. I can feel it, and I can't let that happen. I need to get to her, and I need to get to her now. 

"UNTIE ME NOW!" I roar to the room.

Joe POV

I enter the room just as the vampire roared. I have no idea what is going on. I can see that Mikayla is sitting in her bed, and what I feared the most has happened. She awake though something isn't right.

"Thank god you're here, Joe," Gabby says, looking relieved.

"What happened?" I asked Gabby.

She proceeds' to tell me how she found Mikayla this morning and about the vampire tied to a chair. As she was talking, she was looking at me expectantly. Like I should have all the answers. I may have some of the answers, but not all.

"Why did you come here?" I ask, looking at the vampire tied to the chair

"She's my blood mate, which I found out yesterday. I woke up sensing that she was in grave danger, so I came to check on her. When I approached the bed to wake her up, I was thrown backward. I awoke tied to a chair. I need to be untied so that I can go to her. I can tell she not all here. I just need to get to her to help her." He tells me.

"Have you claimed each other as mates?" I ask him

"No, we have not." He tells me. I can tell he is just confused by that as I am. If they haven't claimed each other, then why is the bond already formed? I need to call Ms. Memphis. She might know what is going on, but first, he needs to go to Mikayla. If he is right, he is the only one that can bring Mikayla back. Before I ask for him to be untied, I ask Gabby, "Did she mention anything about him being her blood mate?"

"She did tell me that she thought he was her blood mate," Gabby says

"Untie him. If he is truly her blood mate, he is the only one that can bring her back." I say

Liam POV

Reluctantly the two werewolves that were guarding me untie me. As soon as I am free, I go to my blood mate. I sit down next to her but not to close. She doesn't move, which I take as a good sign. I slowly reach out and take her hand. I am surprised that she doesn't yank it away. Then in a blur, I am no longer in her room.

I am standing in colors. Some are dark, like blue and purple. At the same time, others are bright, like yellow and green. It's strange. I don't feel like I'm in any danger, but I don't exactly feel safe either. Then the scene changes again.

I'm now standing by a beautiful waterfall surrounded by the brightest blue flowers and the most brilliant green trees. As I look around, I see her sitting by the water. I know her name is Mikayla. How I know this, I can't say I just do. She turns to me and says, "Hello, Liam."

Mikayla POV

I am no longer in the dark. I am somewhere beautiful and bright. That's when I realize that I am not alone. I look behind me, afraid that it will take the one that hurt me, but to my surprise, it is my blood mate Liam. I am so happy that it is him, though, for the life of me, I don't know how I know his name, I just do.

"Hello, Liam," I say.

"Hello, Mikayla," Liam says. He knows my name, as well.

"This is truly a breathtaking place. Where are we exactly?" Liam asks.

"I believe we are in between the dreaming and the waking state. This is one of my favorite places. However, the colors aren't as vivid as they are here, though. Remind me when we get back to take you there." I tell him

"That would be nice. However, I didn't understand a thing that you just said. I am just going to go with it." Liam tells me. I smile at this. He is genuinely in awe of his surroundings and not frightened in the least. I must have him to thank for pulling out the darkness. I can sense that it is time for both of us to return home. I don't want to. It is so peaceful here, and I don't want to feel the pain and terror of what happened to me. Unfortunately, I can't avoid it forever.

In a blink of an eye, I am in my bedroom and home. I notice that Liam is gently holding my hand. Then I see all the people that are in my room, and I begin to panic. I know them all, and I also know that I am not in any danger from them, with the possible exception of Seth, who is glaring at Liam and me.

I am so overwhelmed that I crawl onto Liam's lap. For a nanosecond, Liam stiffens, and I am afraid that he will push me off. Instead, he just wraps his arms around me, and it is the best feeling in the world. For the first time in days, I genuinely feel safe.

"Liam, can you please ask them to leave. I need some time to pull myself together. Maybe have them meet us in the back yard in about 30 minutes or so." I said in my head. I am surprised that he hears me, but the next thing I know is that he is asking everyone to leave so that I could have some time and that we would meet them in the backyard in about 30 minutes or so.

"Gabby. Do you have a first aid kit that you could bring me?" Liam asks before she leaves the room.

"Yes. I will be right back with it." She says to him, all the while looking at me. I can sense her concern, but she knows me well enough that if I were in danger from Liam, I would have shown it by now. After a few seconds, she comes back in and puts the first aid kit down on the bed by Liam, and as she leaves, she says, "Let me know if you need anything else." With that, she walks out of my room and closes the door behind her.

Once everyone has left, and we are alone, I begin to cry as the events from last night come flooding back. Liam just holds me and lets me cry. On occasion, he kisses my temple as another means of comforting me. I don't know how long I cry for, but when done, I look up into his eyes. It is at this moment that I realize that he is feeling my pain and terror. There is nothing but concern for me and rage for those who did this to me, or I should say the one that did this to me. We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he softly says, "I should take a look at some of your wounds and clean them up."

I nod and move off his lap but do not go that far. He opens the first aid kit and retrieves some alcohol pads and bandages. He then proceeds to clean the wounds that are deep. Once he is done with my face and arms, he asks gently, "Can you pull up your shirt and only show you mid-drift. I can attend those wounds if you would like me to?"

I nod and ask, "Can you turn around for a second." He does what I ask. I reach down and grab my sports bra that is lying on the floor. I take my shirt off and proceed to put on my sports bra, which proves to be quite painful. When I am down, I tell him, "Okay. You can turn back around."

When I look at him, I realize that he can feel my pain both mentally and physically. It's then that I realized that we are partially bonded, which I don't understand since we haven't claimed each other or had a taste of each other's blood. I don't want to think about that right now. For the moment, he is here, and that's all I need for now.

After he is done, he tells me, "I have cleaned what I can. You may want to go into the bathroom and check the other areas that may need to be cleaned and bandage."

At first, I don't understand what he is telling me. Then I realize that this is only the second time we have seen each other, and we do not have an intimate relationship. I nod and get up from the bed and go into the bathroom.

When I get into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror, I want to cry all over again, every inch of me covered in bruises, bite marks, and scratches.

Joe POV

The vampire is indeed her blood mate. It is curious, though, for them to already be somewhat bonded when they have yet to claim each other. This reminds me that I need to make a call to Ms. Memphis. She will know what was going on. Mikayla's meeting her mate now was no coincidence.

"Hello, Ms. Memphis. This is Joe," I said when she picked up.

"I am very well aware that it is you, Joe. And I know why you have called," Ms. Memphis said.

"Okay. Then do you know what is going on?" I asked

"Perhaps. I don't have a complete picture, but I do know why certain things are happening," She tells me.

"Is your friend's blood mate with her now?" She asks.

"Yes. Why is that important?" I ask her in return.

"This is not something that can be talked about over the phone. I will be there shortly. Just make sure that your friend's blood mate doesn't go anywhere before I get there." She says just before she hangs up.

I had met Ms. Memphis during my work. She seemed very in tune with what is going on in the supernatural world. I am not sure if she is human. We humans would call her physic; however, it was more than just that. I can't explain it. Maybe she only has a vast knowledge of things which help enrich her visions. I don't know. I just know that she sometimes freaks me out about the things she knows. 

Mikayla POV

I strip down to my bra and underwear look at the full extent of the damage. It isn't pretty. I proceed to clean the rest of my wounds and wash up a bit. I grab the pair of sweat pants hanging on the back of the door and put them on. It takes me a bit to put them on. Everything hurts, especially when I move. I put my hair up into a messy bun.

When I finally feel that I am somewhat presentable, I open the door to the bathroom and see that Liam is still sitting on my bed waiting for me. I am so relieved that he is still here. I thought that he might have left once I went into the bathroom.

I walk over to my dresser and pull out one of my t-shirts and proceed to put it on. I can't help but show the pain it is causing me to put on my shirt. I curse to myself, thinking I should have put on a button shirt. Oh well, what is done is done.

When I am done, I walk over to the bed and sit down by Liam. I am still surprised that he is even here. I am still not sure what is going on with us. I can sense the bond is there, though it isn't fully formed yet. It shouldn't be there at all. Neither one has claimed each other or taken each other's blood, so how can there already be a bond. I am too exhausted to think about it now.

"Do you what to talk about it?" he asked, gently pulling me from my thoughts. I don't want to. I realize that if I tell him about what happened, there is a good possibility that he will reject me and think me a common wh*r*. This might be a good course of action. I can't have him stay for much longer, or it will hurt even worse when he finally rejects and leaves me.

I nod my head and look at my hands. I am too ashamed to look him in the eye as I tell him. Once I start, it just rushes out of me. I tell him every detail of what happened. At some point, my voice cracks as if I will cry again, but I manage to keep going. When I am done, he is silent for a long moment, and I can't bring myself to look him in the eye.

After another moment, he gently lifts my chin so that I can look him in the eye. I am surprised by what I  see; there are so much love and compassion in his very blue eyes. Wait for what? Last time I saw him, his eyes were icy, not a hint of blue. I would have to ask him, but not right now. There is rage there for the one that did this to me. I am not sure what all this means. However, I have a feeling that he isn't going anywhere any time soon.