Destined

"No regret, no remorse"

Helplessly I had to watch, how Gaisgeil pounced on Amarin, who only grinned mockingly, like he knew something, we didn't. He WANTED the fight. ...no ...he longed for the fight. What did he aim for? Kill my destined? Theos, I had to stop this madness. But how? How should I stop two raging, incredible strong creatures? I was outmatched,  clearly not in the right position to force my will on them.

From a safe corner I watched, how Gaisgeil threw his whole weight on his opponent, his fist raised to land a powerful punch. It went straight to Amarin's jaw, whose head snapped back, his whole body smashed into the wall behind him. He groaned painfully before he collapsed. 

A dominant roar shook the four walls we were in. Gaisgeil stood above Amarin, watching down on him, baring his teeth, his sharp fangs on display. „Not so tough and big-mouthed anymore, huh?" My destined laught full of malice. My body shuddered, my cold skin shivered. This was a life-threatening moment. Although I was scarred to death, I inched closer, against everything MY human instinct told me: to run and never come back. 

„Gaisgeil... please, stop, let me explain", I pleaded. For an instant I saw his back stiffen, as he halted in his moves. Slowly he turned around to me.

What I saw made me question, if I had indeed dug my own grave. This creacure in front of me looked nothing like than the man who was my destined, who opened up to me in the past few weeks. This creature was a full fletched Creachadair who gave into his instinct. Had Amarin destroyed everything we built up with his cruel plot?

Gaisgeil stalked in my direction. My legs nearly gave in. I couldn't move. Closing my eyes, I waited petrified for his blow. In lightning speed he had his hands on me, engulfing me in his strong arms. His nose trailed my neck and collarbone up and down...until he stopped in his tracks. I stood still, even avoiding to inhale. 

He took a big whiff of my smell. Halting again. His head rose abruptly. I saw surprise in his animalistic eyes. Slowly recognition and understanding surfaced on his facial features.

„You...", he cleared his hoarse voice. „You are...a virgin? I can't smell a male on you!", he concluded amazed. His fangs retreated back into his gums. I exhaled silently.  

Mortified I looked away, my cheeks heated. What does the state of my virtue had to do with anything? Although embarrassed and angry, realization dawned on me. 

Oh....oh...he thought, yes, he thought Amarin was my lover. Theos help me with his possessiveness. It will be the death of me. 

Despite Gaisgeil obviously gaining his control back, my heart thundered of fear.

Nonetheless the easing of the situation, my heart pounded like a drum. l put my hands on Gaisgeil's chest, caressing his muscles over his leather attire. His hands with his outstretched nails still hold me in a firm grip. I knew, I had to do something, that would confirm his possession - me!

„Yes, I am yours, yours only, no other man touched me. I am only yours," I cooed, like he was a little child who needed confirmation. Everything in me felt cramped by my words. I felt bile in my mouth and my self-esteem crumbled...but this was an extreme situation that needed extrem measures.

„Mine, not his, MINE", Gaisgeil growled. I stroke his shoulders soothingly. „Yes, only yours", I reaffirmed. We watched each other, both assessing the damage, that was done. Gaisgeil closed his eyes. „Sorry, I am so sorry, Callida", he muttered. „How will you ever trust me again?" 

„Take you filthy hands off her", a deadly voice from behind us threatened suddenly.

We both froze. Gaisgeil gave me a reassuring stare. „Do, as I say, no questioning", he whispered. He was back, I saw it in his eyes, that looked „normal" again, his emotions and intelligence showing in his orbs. „Slowly walk to the door, don't look back, open the door and go", he demanded with an unknown seriousness that astonished me.