My Royal Wolf Blood

Warlock

The whole day went by, I was patiently waiting for James, I don't know why. I mean waiting is impossible, he never said he would visit, I was hoping I could talk to him, find out what has been happening you know. I walk out, the showers would go cold at a certain time, but I'm glad they moved me to a room with more privacy. James must have said something. I'm still trying to figure him out, sending me clean clothes every day, food, and water. It's confusing. It is making me go crazy, who do I trust? "Oi. Hey!" ... "Turn around." My voice mute before I start an argument, then I'll have the whole pack in here. I grabbed hold of the towel nearby and covered myself. He is still in fall black, Mr. Warlock, stands there facing the wall with his hands in the air.

"I'm sorry." He whispers.

"Please. Stay still." I trip, grabbing whatever I can, pushing my damp skin into my clothes. "Okay," I mumble, he turns, and still masks, black cap, black everything. Except for his deep golden eyes, I swear they were blue last time. "I think I am healing much better now; you don't need to come anymore," I mumble staggering over to the bed.

"I only saw you last night." He laughs.

"I feel much better." I lie, pushing away my flushed cheeks. He feels taller standing here with him. I feel less crippled and stronger than I was before, maybe because the pain is more minimal now.

"Can I see?" Before I could answer he walked over towards me and lifted my trousers, the wounds still bled. It changes my whole perspective of werewolves. It takes time to heal, maybe not a full five seconds, but I still feel as if I am still human. Never thought I'd say that. "Does it hurt?"

"No" I flinch as he hovers over it, when he looks up, I try not to show my pain.

"Tut, tut, tut." He pulls out his herbs, I snigger at him. It's strange, to see this.

"You know, you are my first."

"I'm sorry." He shot straight up.

"I mean, Warlock. I haven't seen one before."

"Oh, so you're a new-born? A pup?" He mutters a few strange words under his breath before I speak.

"Not exactly." A horrible burning sensation travels around the area he is touching and brings an itching urge as if I have a scab like I did when I was younger before I transitioned, i just want to itch the pain away. "I have a question. Is that okay?" Why do I ask for permission? Just ask the goddamn question.

"Is that the question?"

"No," I mumble. 'Yes. But no'

"Then you want to ask two." I stop, it must seem like I am sulking because he chuckles and agrees to hear my question, but I am not. I don't sulk!

"Yes, I am new to the whole wolf thing, but why is it that I feel strange around you? Different. When I'm with James my insides tell me that I am safe with him, that I should trust him, and Jake is different, but you. Something is off. Are all Warlocks like that? Will it always feel like that?" He didn't speak, not for a few minutes. I mumbled way too much; he doesn't even know who Jake is. I just want answers and he is the only one that stays with for more than five minutes.

"That was three." ... "You seem very talkative tonight."

"I know that's what I mean."

"I only just met you last night, and you already feel comfortable around me, you are very trustworthy." I scoff, is he serious, do I look trustworthy?

"I'm just making conversation, you seem like a healer for the body, but I'm guessing not for the mind," I mutter. A huge sigh escapes his mouth.

"All supernatural emotions are heightened once they have the power of a supernatural being, werewolves like yourself can sense more, feel more from other people, like a dog thing..."

"Are you calling me a dog?"

"If I say yes, will you stop talking?" he stopped for a moment, I couldn't believe it, he was very arrogant. I wait, but still, he doesn't move, the more he stares the deeper I see through his eyes, like he wants to tell me something. What am I kidding, I'm not physic.

"I should go."

"Wait." I grab hold of him. 'Am I stupid? What am I doing?' "How long could you stay for?"

"Why?"

"I don't want to be alone, the dark..." I whisper, "You are the only person I have seen in two days." He doesn't speak, he looks as if he wants to say something, but I still struggle to see his face. See his emotions, his identity, "I'm sorry. If you get caught, I'm so stupid. Am I seeing you tomorrow night? Do you have a match on you by any chance?" But still no answer. He places his things back onto the floor and begins to sit.

"I'll go once you've fallen asleep." He mutters. The sheets cover me, I try to hold back the tears, but I cannot control everything. His thumb caught one of them, the shock brought me back. I don't think he knew what he was doing either, he wiped the tear on his jeans, "Don't cry, you look ugly when you cry." His eyes squint into a smile. I sneer covering my face, I can't help it. "Just sleep. It will be over soon" He whispers. His hand taps the side of the bed, I don't want to close my eyes yet. I'm waiting for him to stand and leave but he doesn't, he sits there, staring at me, "Do you want me to count pigs? I heard humans do it if they cannot sleep?" He whispers.

"Pigs?'' Do we? "Oh, it's sheep," I giggled. He scoffs and draws his eyes away from mine. "No. It's okay, just stay in the light. Right there, and I'll be fine." The light above me shines through. I know this light is too warm to be the moon, too dark to be the sun, but it still gives me a little bit of freedom during the darkest of nights I have had, and Warlock is sitting in the middle of it...

"No. No. Please..." My eyes sprung open as did my body, as my hand clenched hard, and my chest burned as if I was falling but at the same time, a building pushing me down.

"Violetta..." Someone screeches, I look up to where my hand whitens.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry." I release my hand from Warlock's throat. "Are you okay? I am so sorry," I came closer, moving the damp sheets away from me and to the side of the bed nearer to Warlock, I looked closer to his neck where my frightening sleeping handheld onto him as if he was my Demons.

"I am okay." He coughs out the rest. "Do you often have nightmares?" I slop down to the floor next to him, holding my knees to my burning chest like a child.

"Yes. Often."

"Always the same ones?" my eyes caught him, how did he? That doesn't matter now.

"Always the same ones," I mumble, the murky clocks, the screeching of the Hell gates, the wailing banshees, the shadow.

"Can I see?" The words I never thought I would hear. 'Can I see?' I mean, why would he want to? I mean; how would I show him? I mean why?

"Why? Why do you want to?"

"James spoke of something that you have. My family is a very rare, strong line of Warlocks, let me help." His hand held out to mine, showing me his palm. "Let me see. Show me."

"How?" I whisper.

"Just open your mind to me."

"Will it hurt?" I mumble I'm so weak, what made me this way?

"Not if you hold back." I place my hand in his, but that isn't what he wants, he shuffles himself closer, and his finger reaches for my temples, I flinch at his movements, but he still makes his way closer to me, his fingertips hovering over my face, his thumb relaxes on my jaw, his index finger on my cheeks and the rest close to my eyebrows, his hands noticeably large, still smelling like herbs and sweet lemon. "Just don't fight it, open your mind to me." He murmurs.

"It will hurt. A lot." His lips chanted foreign words, I felt nothing, nothing at all. Is this it? Should something happen-

"Ahhh!"

"Violetta, shhh. It's okay, just relax."

"But it hurts!"

"Open. Open your mind to me. Show me."

"I can't. I cannot do it!" How do I open my mind? He keeps saying it, but how? I concentrated, the pain felt as if I had leeches biting their way through my brain, sliding through my memories, as if I could see them too. "You just need to relax, take me to what you have seen, and open your mind to me, Violetta." He whispers as if he was a voice within my head. A gentle voice that burns the leaches away, replacing them with electric sparks thrashing through my brain waves. I see it as if I was there, it's as if I am dreaming now, like I did before, but I am not alone, beside me he stood, but his face covered as normal. 'Violetta.' I look beside me where Warlock stood, but it wasn't him that said my name, the water beneath me feels endless, I walk to where the trees sway, to where a body lay, a man running towards me, but stops, a woman on the floor, he leans down checking for breathing, checking the pulse, checking my heart. 'Violetta?' His hand glides under her body and picks her up, her head flops back to where I see her face, my face. Her head drips of blood, the man, a face I do not recognize holding me close, his tall dark body, his pitch-black hair, covering his dark brown eyes. 'I'm sorry I'm late.' He whispers.

"This isn't my dream, Warlock." His fingers intertwined through my fingers and pulled me with him, I didn't want to look away. I want to watch what that man did. But Warlock moves too quickly. "Where are we?" My voice echoes throughout the darkness.

"Your mind. Your consciousness." Suddenly something brushes past me, I turn gripping onto Warlock, as I watch a child run, laughing, she turns. She's me, 'Come on Jake.' She giggles, holding onto a large teddy. 'I'm coming, Vi. Slow down, where are we going?' I turn to where she is looking, and a young fluffy boy comes running and stops just beside me. He shuffles in his pocket and brings out a blue inhaler, I chuckle, "Jake." He stood straight, removing his hands from his knees and took a huge breath. 'Your dad isn't going anywhere Vi. Can we please slow down!' "My father?" 'But he left this Jake, my father left this for me, he said he would come back. Common.' The girl's excitement screams back. "My father?" I turned to where baby Jake ran off.

"Violetta, you cannot go that way."

"But my father," I mumble as if this wasn't real.

"We cannot lose each other, you have to stay with me, it will be dangerous, you will be lost in your consciousness." I stop. Gulping back my tears. His hand held tighter, I didn't pull back, I let him guide me, I watched as Jake disappeared back into my mind.

"Why is it so dark?"

"You're young, you haven't collected as many memories as you think, yet." I stop and turn to where something catches the corner of my eye, us. Standing there, holding hands. "What is that?"

"Your memories. The present here and the past there."

"And the future."

"The future?" He questions. His eyes watch mine, and trail in front of us, where we stand differently, where his hands hold my face, where his body is close to mine. His mask still hides his face, and his hair covers his eyes. "That's not possible." He mumbles, we watch them, their every move. 'You need to open your mind to me, Violetta. I need to see everything.

"Everything?" He questions himself. "Fewer memories. You're hiding them. Violetta, you're hiding your memories deeper in your mind, we need to go deeper. You need to open your mind to me, Violetta, I need to see everything." I shake my head as if it isn't possible. This is the best I can do. "You can do better." He guarantees. "I don't think I can," I mumble. A large screeching noise thrashes through the darkness, a noise I am sure I have heard before. "What was that?" I whimper, my chest burns, my heart aces and my lungs feel as if they are collapsing. A door, meters in front of us. A familiar door. Warlock walks towards it. But I grab him and pull him back, I shake my head, "Not here, not that one." I stutter.

"We have to." He holds me this time, pulling me closer to him, holding me closer as we head to the door, he opens it to where the screeching multiplies. The room became brighter, it took me a moment to remember where I was.

"Is that you?" Warlock whispers, I step beside him to where a large bed is laid, in the middle of two side tables, to where the wind blows cold air into the room, to where the moon brightens the glass of water beside the lamp. To where I lay there sleeping. "Yes," I mumble walking away from Warlock and towards my bed. "How am I seeing this? How am I seeing this from this point of view?"

"I am in your mind, but you are also in mine, you are seeing this through me. Otherwise, you would have seen this through her." I look back at myself, sleeping, well no, surviving, struggling. "We should go. There is nothing here." I demand. Before it's too late.

"I'm here." He comes closer to the corner of my room, where everything is in full view, he stands in front of me, holding me close, "Look at me. It's okay, your dreams cannot hurt you. Your memories are just memories."

"We shouldn't be here," I whisper.

"Why?" The door beside us, screeches just like before, for the third time, a constant screech. Warlock grabbed my hand to where I had almost bled my palm, I ungripped and held his tight too. I wanted to pull him behind me, I tried but he wouldn't, I wanted to hide his eyes. I walk in front of him like he did to me. "Don't look," I mutter. His golden-brown eyes sunk into mine. "You don't need to see this. This is my demon, not yours." His eyebrows knit together. He looks deeper into my fearful eyes, my puffed-up face, and my pale skin. But like I said I was too late, the seconds in my head were on time, I looked down and to the corner of my eye where I didn't want to see, but I knew it was there, Warlock's eyes focused on the girl in the bed that cries. "What is happening?" He whispers. But I say nothing. I cannot move, maybe to shield him from what he will see, I am not tall enough, or big enough to shield everything, but he watches behind my messy golden curls, through my fearful lime eyes. My inhuman like pointy ears, twitch to the sound of sudden death.

I watch his eyes, move, and glance at the door. It's here. I can tell from Warlock's movements, from his heart, from where his lips part and his jawline tense. Even being this close to him, seeing his face so up close, his clock he must have spelt makes his face unrecognizable, this confuses me more than why he wants to see my inner demons. Anything to distract myself from what's behind me.

The temperature drops and the whimpering noises from the bed multiply. Warlock's eyes run from the left to the right, and soon they stop, his head turns and tucks straight to my side, to where the girl sleeps, to where the bed drowns in fear. To where it starts. My lips tremble at what I hear, I cannot look, I don't want to. It's too painful. I can feel its pain, I can feel my terrier as if it is happening again and again.

'Please...' She choked, 'What is it that you want?' The whispers of the girl travel to us all.

I watch through Warlock's eyes, as the girl's fragile body forcefully rises in the air, and closer to the thing in my room, the thing holding her hostage.

Five... The Death emptiness moves nearer, face inches from hers.

Four... What do you want from me? her mouth closes and remains closed as the struggle to open them becomes unbearable.

Three... Her toes began to form their body heat again. It knows it has little time left in this world like usual, but it has not yet moved. It brings her body closer to it, practically

touching, eye to eye. The dream was different, that time it was worse.

Two... The screams inside my head burst towards death, both me and that girl.

And finally, it speaks, the loud but silent, deep resound bleeds in our ears, "You! Lucifer is waiting for you, for all of you. He is coming, be ready. On the night when five were born, it will be the death of you all, one soul shared between five, the dark Prince will be ready to take the soul for himself, and all to be enslaved for an eternity."

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