Fighting For Love

Chapter 11

Grayson P.O.V

I lay there, staring at the ceiling. Zain was fast asleep meanwhile I never went back to sleep.
I swiftly and quietly get out of bed and sneak downstairs. I made my way to the kitchen and took a look inside my mother's liquor cabinet; trying to decide what I wanted to drink.

After a long while of looking, I decided on a plain glass of sovereign blanc. After pouring myself a small glass, I walked over to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools.

While sipping on the wine, The images of what had happened hours previously continued to play through my head and invade my thoughts. All I could remember was this dark feeling washing over my mind, making me want to do terrible things. Almost as if there was a voice in my mind.

Involuntarily, My eyes snapped to the basement door. Zain said he tied them up down there. I can understand why he did it but all I could think about was If they were okay. I mean, yes. They did break in and tried to kidnap me, but a part of me didn't want to truly hurt anyone. The fact that I had just killed a man in cold blood was getting to me.

A sharp pain made its way through my head. I quickly stand up to only realize that was a mistake. I stumbled back until I got to the wall behind me. The glass of wine fell out of my hand, shattering on impact causing it to echo throughout the room.

After a few minutes, the pain had subsided. I knew I had to clean up the glass but also didn't want to even bother at that moment. I did it anyway.

While picking up the shards of glass, I heard a whisper. It wasn't like any ordinary whisper but sounded like it came from all around me. Not paying any attention to what I was doing, a shard cuts into the palm of my head. I gasp softly.

I throw the shards of glass in my hand away and make my way over to the sink. After cleaning the cut, I reached over to grab a few napkins to apply some pressure on it, hoping it would stop the bleeding. I lifted the napkin to see how bad it was, only to be mesmerized by the look of my blood.

Countless times I had wounded myself but what I was looking at was the first time I ever noticed it. My blood had a faint shimmer to it. It was like there was Gold and Silver reflected in it. I thought for a second I saw tiny streams of light passing through it but thought against it because that was impossible. That is impossible, right? RIGHT??

I pressed the napkin back down and sighed. At this point, I truly don't know what's possible and impossible anymore. I knew for a while that I was special. I knew witches existed and The Supernova coven was where we had descended from but I thought that all there was to this world. Mortal human beings and Witches. Nothing else.

Now here I am, A vampire asleep in my bed. 2 men were tied up downstairs. What else could exist?? Werewolves? Demons? Maybe even Faeries. The thought of there being more Mystical beings out there scared the shit out of me.

Too many emotions begin to build up in my chest and it becomes overwhelming to bear them. Anger, Sadness, despair, regret, burden. Just to name a few. It just kept growing until I was on the floor, silently sobbing. Why do I even exist? Why do I feel like this is a curse I have to carry?

I look up to a picture of my Mother on the wall and sob even more. This time with a little more volume.

"What am I supposed to do? I feel like everything is shattering around me and I don't know how to stop it... I wish you were here to help me through this.." the last sentence came out as a whisper. I start to hug myself and bury my face in my arms. This was all too much to bear.

My mother was always the one to help me through things like this but now that she's not here. I feel like I'm all alone. The whispering returns to my mind and I snap my head up and look around. There's no one around me. I was thinking that I was going crazy.

"You are not Crazy Grayson. You do hear a voice in your mind."  the voice spoke softly. Once again, I look around to find no one there. I became more and more confused the longer I sat there. I looked at the wine bottle on the counter and sighed once more.

"This is why I don't drink," I whisper to myself. I get up and place the bottle back into the cabinet and take a step outside on the back patio. The night was eerie but it was nice. It wasn't cold but it wasn't exactly warm either. Just the perfect temperature. The moon was near to becoming full but obviously, not quite there yet. I take a seat on one of the chairs and stare up at the visible stars.

I take a deep breath of fresh air and feel myself relax a bit more. Leaning my head back, I continue to rack through my thoughts to figure out a game plan. I still couldn't come up with an idea but I knew I could come up with something to help.

I hear the back door open and close behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know that kind of peaceful presence. A sleepy-eyed Zain appeared in my vision and sat down next to me. I leaned in close to him as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"You're bleeding," he spoke with absolute actuality. I nodded my head softly as he used his free hand to gently take my wounded hand. He gave me a quick look and I nodded once again. While the napkin was being lifted, I couldn't help but think that I was so grateful for him to be in my life. Someone I could share my secret with and not have to hide who and what I am. He accepts me and I couldn't be happier.

While being lost in thought, I felt something warm and wet touch the palm of my hand. I look back at Zain to see him running his tongue across the wound. As I stare at my palm, I start to see the open wound begin to heal. Not as fast as I would've imagined but at a decent rate.

He takes the napkin and wipes the remaining blood off my hand and pulls me close to him. His body warmth was radiating and was keeping me warm. It was comfortable. I felt so safe and protected while I was with him.

"What are we gonna do about those 2 men in the basement?" I question him. He raises his eyebrow and contemplates what to say next. He looks back at me with a reassuring look in his eyes.

"I'm not sure as of yet. I think that at least one of them knows more than the other guy. However, at the same time, I'm not too sure. But right now, let's not worry about that. That's a tomorrow issue." I give a small hum in response and lean my head on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat and feel it beating against his chest. I wonder where they got the whole "Vampires have no heartbeat" thing. They do clearly.

I let energy flow to my fingertips as I trace the Tattoo on his arm. My fingers left a glowing trail on its path. Before I knew it, there was a glowing heart on his arm which I started randomly drawing with my fingers. I hear him chuckle above me and look up at him to give him a small smile.

"Looks like you're getting the hang of it. Didn't take that long. Maybe I'll get the heart tattooed there. Who knows." I won't tell him this but I become happy at his statement. Only because it means we have built something so amazing that he wants to get a symbol of my affection tattooed on his body. I'm not one for getting names tattooed but the thought is starting to cross my mind.

"Hey Zain?" he hums in question. I look up at him before capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. We pull away not seconds before I meet his eyes again. They were filled with loved and Admiration. I give him a small smile and images of him begin to flash through my mind. I become nervous because I want to tell him something but am afraid of what may happen.

I can feel my heart pick up in pace as the nervous feeling grows. I think he can feel how nervous I am because a look of worry forms on his face. In seconds, I calm down. Seeing him here and now proves that I want to be in this for the long haul. Maybe we will have something amazing and bright in the future. That is what I'm looking forward to.

"I love you"