Forever and Always

Forever and Always: Chapter 18

There are certain moments in your life when you just know. You don't know how you know, but you just do. You know it's your final moments. You know it's about to end.

And so, like a very bad cliché in a low-grossed movie, you feel your life flashing before your eyes. Leaving you without a single word. Only images. Memories.

The first time you lost a tooth, many years ago now. The first time you rode a bike, your father staring after you with pride, and then his concern when you sprained your ankle as you fell off. The first time you thought you were in love, when you were certain you'd do anything for that boy you were sure would be your husband. Your first kiss, when you banged your head on that boy's, and were sure he would never agree to being your future husband. The first time you shifted at twelve years old, scared and alone without your parents to tell you what was going on, but feeling exhilarated through and through. The first time you had sex, and felt guilty that you were giving it up to someone who was not your mate, but decided it was your choice to wait or not. Good memories.

And then there were the not so good memories. The time when you were told that your parents had died, but realising that nobody knew how. The first night you slept without your mother singing you to sleep with her soft, soothing voice whose tones carried with you into the land of dreams, protecting you. The first time you felt lost, alone, worthless, staring down at the angry waves. Realising that you wanted nothing more than to jump. Than to end it all. The next time you attempted to end it all, but realised you weren't strong enough to do it.

There are moments when you just know. When a bullet flies closer and closer to your heart, but you never quite look hard enough to see it. Never quite afraid enough to believe anybody would aim a bullet at you. For what? For being an Alpha's mate, or for being your parents' child? You may never know.

The bullet flies ever closer, and you hear voices around you. Some people are screaming, but you hardly notice. You've seen the bullet now. It's smiling at you hypnotically, telling you not to move, that it will only hurt a little, but it will be a nice sort of pain. That if you allow it this one dalliance with you, you will be rewarded greatly. So you stand there, transfixed, waiting for the collision. Your eyelids flicker shut in anticipation of eternal sleep.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

But it never comes. The voices only become louder, the blurs become closer. Then a woman's scream. It is shrill and high-pitched, but you don't recognise it, and you can't move. You are almost spell-bound, stuck to the spot. You try to move your lips, but no words come out. You are a vessel only now. An empty shell of yourself.

You feel something wet near your feet. You want to move but you cannot. You need to look. You need to. But you cannot so much as move your neck an inch. You are still under the spell. You do feel something though. It is a pure, raw pain that stings like the tongue of a flame. It caresses you as much as it destroys you. It is near your heart, too close for comfort. Something tells you that you are lucky to have survived. Until you realise that the pain isn't really yours, and you are not really you.

The blood forms a pool around your feet. Your mate's blood. You are sure that he will not survive this. Perhaps you could help him, but still, you cannot move. You are rooted to the ground, just another tree in the vast forest. You open your eyes, no longer yourself.

Violet Jameson. You are now mine.

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Hey guys. I'm sorry that I've not updated in so long. I've just been super stressed with exam stuff and quite frankly lacking inspiration (hence the short chapter). But stick with it. You won't be disappointed.

 

~ Zena