My Royal Wolf Blood

Aamorea

One... It's over, but why are we still here? I turned, my body now back in bed, sitting crying, knees to my chest, the match in my hand was endless, lighting one after the other, I remember this part, I nearly ran out of matches. But it's still there. "This isn't my dream, this never happened, it should have left already, can you see it? It's still here." I whisper.

"Aamorea! ...' 'Aamorea! Why are you here in this world? Who sent you?!'

"What did you say? Did it understand you?" I spoke.

"Είμαστε.." 'We are here by choice, no one sent us.' I couldn't believe it. I look back to where the shadow came closer, I shudder, trembling to my knees, and my lips caught my breath. Warlock walks closer, I hold him to stop him, his fingers grip mine and hold me behind him.

'Aamorea's you don't work willingly. someone always pulls strings with you. Why are you here? for her? What do you want from her? She is no one.' They talk as if they are normal people, having a simple conversation, but the Shadow laughs.

'We are not just here for her. For all five. We pull the string of Lucifer, make no mistake about that.'

"We? How many are here in this dimension?" It moves, this time I do not know why, but I don't want to look at it, I pull Warlock backwards, but he doesn't want to move, he stays. I look to a faceless darkness, but a feeling of the thing staring my way.

"More than enough. Don't worry Pandora, you have plenty of time with the five before we take what is truly ours." The shadow turns to leave but Warlock wouldn't allow that.

"Aamorea!! 'You don't belong here!' His hands burn a dark blue that stains up his arms like veins. He couldn't do anything before the Shadow laughed. 'Oh, but we do.' and pushes through us and out of my consciousness...

"What was that?" I mutter.

"That was nothing."

"It was nothing?! That was in my memories, in my head. How? You said you would help me. So, tell me."

"I will help you. In time." He stands to leave.

"What do you mean?" I stagger to my feet. "In time? I need to know now."

"I'm sorry Violetta. But time is not what I have right now, I am only here for my reasons. We will speak again; I swear of it."

"Wait. Don't leave." I grab again at his sleeves; I look at his face where I wish I could see someone comforting him. "Please," I beg. He looks at the door, and back towards me, "Please." He sighs, grabbing my hand and guiding me back to the bed, the covers rise on me and cover my beaten body. He knelt, back towards the bed and knees bent up just like I did when I felt lost, I hovered my hand over his shoulder and then rested, he didn't object, I just wanted to make sure he was real.

"Go to sleep. I will need to go soon but I will wait.". And then he was gone...

"Will you visit me every day? Is that aloud?" I mutter.

"Why? Am I interrupting you? Are you busy?" I scoff moving my pieces.

"Of course, I am, I was planning a trip to the beach."

"Checkmate." James grins. The black and white board has been the only entertainment I can have, I have never played before, and this is my third time playing. I fear i've been gone for at least 3 weeks now. And I've heard nothing.

"I swear you cheat."

"How can I cheat?" He spoke.

"I don't know what I'm doing, you could be cheating for all I know." I moan. I looked up; James fell silent.

"I'm sorry this has happened to you Violetta."

"I am still trying to understand why you want to help me." I whisper, "If your father finds out."

"He won't."

"But if he does," I mumble.

"There is nothing he can take from me that he has not already taken." He packs away, as if what he said was normal.

"So?"

"So, what." He muttered.

"Why are you helping me?"

"We have something in common. You and me. So, I need to protect you." I try to look at him, but he avoids eye contact the whole time.

"Something is wrong."

"Nothing." He stood from the bed.

"Tell me." I force him back down.

"Tomorrow night..."

"Yeah." I stop him, "I already know."

"How do you... Warlock?" He growls.

"No, it wasn't him, I have known for a long time now." He soon realizes what I am saying, his eyes saddened, and his hands clench.

"You see it all." He whispers, "You know what I will do before I will." He chuckles an unbelievable thought. "Will it hurt? Will you be in pain?" He mumbles.

"I can endure it." I lied, but he already knew. I sigh. "Am I not healing as fast because I'm half-blooded?" he ignored my question.

"How are you feeling?"

"Scared. Foolish."

"Do you trust me?"

"I don't know. I feel like I should say no. I mean; you did kidnap me. I mean this could all be a trap, so it's easier for them to take me down." ... "No, I don't trust you." I am truly honest.

"Good." And so was he.

"Can I ask you something?" I caught him before he left my room.

"Anything."

"What does the word Aamorea mean?" His eyes widen, and his feet move a slight notch backwards.

"We don't speak of that name in this world Violetta."

"So, you know what it is?"

"It is nothing for you to know of. Good night, Violetta." He growled before he left my sight...

The day went quickly. I have been waiting for Warlock to show up, but he hasn't, it feels like I have been waiting all night, soon the light of the moon shades into the brightness of the sun. He didn't show. Neither did James. "Now I'm panicking." I'm back in my shady dress, the water has stopped, my bandages are gone, and I have healed but not enough. "What do I do? Could I jump to the small window? Climb up there?" The gravel under me starts to scrap the bottom of my feet, as I walk back and forth. "What if no one comes?" The day is disappearing. "What if someone comes? What should I do? Please..." I cry.

I sat here in the darkness; I watched the door as if it would disappear. "Please, please," I beg I need someone here, someone to talk to. Footsteps entered the hallway. And halted at the door. I stood, as best as I could and watched the door creek open, "James." I smile gladly. "I have so many questions from the last time, and I need answers..."

"You do, do you. A royal demand, is it?" The voice that I only heard in my dreams, made me think twice about what had entered the room. The flashes of images from the dream I had become impossible to eliminate from my mind. "Do it, James!" ... "Show us who you are, and we will kill you quickly. Don't show us, we can slaughter and enslave anyone and everyone you love. Do you understand me!" ... "Violetta." ...

"Hello, child." He grins.

"What do you want from me!" I stumble. He laughs, approaching, the door gradually closes but is not locked, this could be my chance, but my chance got swallowed when he blocked me in, his spiky lips curl, his body overpowering mine, my back breaks against the cobble wall and I had to tolerate ingesting the strength of his cigar scent from his mouth, I look down avoiding eye contact. He leaned closer, breathing in my scent, I choked on the tears that I didn't want to reveal. "So, I see you have taken an immediate liking to my only son, that's quite interesting actually, makes it much more entertaining when his claws are penetrating your skin." He laughs but that cuts short, when my spit splashes on his face like paint on a rotten canvas. He took out a handkerchief from his front pocket and wiped his face. He breathed as if his, like mine, psychologist told him to, when the anger overpowered the moment, the handkerchief finally revealed his emotions, his eyes pierced through mine, and his wicked smile was no more. My lungs and heart exposed how terrified I was. This was real, this cannot be my dream, and this right now, I wish was a dream, a shadow will appear any time now, right? But no.

His backhand attacked my face forcing me to collide with the floor, which has seen more blood in anyone's lifetime. "You better be as powerful as the ancient gods say you are. I have been waiting a long time for you Pandora. Don't disappoint me." The door burst open, and the floor was my only comfort, "Please!" I scream, James' father walks, unbuttoning his shirt and out of the door, as the titan freak comes thundering in and strikes me from behind...

Whispering catches my attention, blood drips down my face, my head feels like it could explode, and the whole room spans, I try to focus, forcing my eyes open as soon as I see the drain I panic. Laughter erupts in the darkness. Like an audience waiting for the show, hissing beneath me starts to echo upwards I believe they could be vampires, snakes are too ridiculous, and the smell of death gives it away, my hands held tight from the ceiling, the dripping of the water, the footsteps behind me, the death around me. He is there. Staring down at me, showing his dominance. I struggled to lift my head, I felt pain, so much pain, so much of it that I felt as if that bastard had poisoned me once again. But I caught his eyes, his evil eyes. The man played the devil in this scene, whispering to others next to him, whispering to James, his father. 'Please don't do this.' "Please..." I whimper.

"James. It's time." The devil orders. I couldn't help but sob. I looked up into his eyes, and for a moment he was miserable, he stood there trying to be robust, trying to not stay out of character. But I was ready, I was. His lips moved and at first, it was blurry, but he repeated until I knew. 'Close your eyes.' But I didn't want to, I tried to shake my head, but it was impossible.

"James!" He roars. I gaze back at James, and he gives me the look, apologizing before he has done anything. Before I closed my eyes, a shadow stood there, the shadow that turned up at the last minute before pain, it knows me, it has witnessed a lot of my pain, and now it watches again. "Aamorea." And that's the last thing I can remember.