Love and Chaos

EIGHT

Delilah

I had teleported. I have no idea where I had teleported, but I soon stood on the edge of a mountain cliff. The chill in the air nipped my skin as I hugged the oversized shirt tighter to my body. I looked around me, not recognising where I was.

Before me stood a steep cliff that met with the ocean at the bottom, sharp rocks stood up through the crashing waves. I stood on soft grass that led to a looming forest behind me. The moon was bright and full and was placed high in the sky, it looked so close to the cliff that I could touch it. How I wish to touch the moon. I reached my hand out absent-mindedly toward the moon, hoping to feel something.

My heart was in my throat as my memories slammed back into me. I had found my mate. Unwillingly, but I had found him. Why would the moon Goddess grant me one right now? I was in too much trouble to be able to protect him too. Why would I want to go through what my father went through after my mother died? How cruel of a fate to have. My thoughts went back to Ryker, his brown hair had stood so messily on his head that it looked neat, and his piercing blue eyes were the most gorgeous shade of blue I had ever seen. It reminded me of the early morning, when the sun has yet to break the horizon. The beautiful blue glow that the world had, was trapped in his eyes, a forever blue dawn.

My body shivered as tingles ran down my spine at the thought of him. I sighed as I touched my chest, over my heart and started to sing. I sang the song my mother used to sing to my brother and I when we would have nightmares through the night. Effectively soothing us both as she cradled our heads to her chest.

'Over in Killarney, many years ago
My mother sang a song to me
in tones so sweet and low
Just a simple little ditty
in her good old Irish way
And I'd give the world if she could sing
that song to me this day

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby.

Oft in dreams I wander
to that cot again.
I feel her arms a-hugging me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a-hummin'
to me as in the days of yore,
when she used to rock me fast asleep
outside the cabin door.

Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby.'

My eyes watered as I ended the song, wrapping my arms around my body for comfort.

"Mother used to sing that to us when we were children." I freeze as arms wrap around my torso; tears flood my face as I recognise who it is immediately. A sob racks my body as I lean back into my brother's body, so tall now.

"Oh, little sister, please don't cry." Xavier turns my body to face him. One hand holds the back of my head and the other presses against my lower back, keeping me pressed against him as he whispers soothing words to me. I wrap my arms around his torso and cry, for the loss of our mother and the failure I had brought onto my brother. I cried for the loss of my Aunt and everything in between.

"You did not fail me, De. I failed you. Please stop crying, I'm okay." Xavier pulls back and brings his hands up to my face, brushing the tears away with his calloused thumbs. Our mothers red hair curled against his neck, and I could not help but run my hands through it.

"I have missed you so, brother." I sigh as I look at the man he has become. Strong cheekbones lie underneath his skin, and his jaw is sharp, having seen many punches I assume with the small anomaly on his nose. He stood many inches taller than I, as I only just reached his shoulders. I rest my hands on top of his shoulders and his hard muscles underneath indicate that he had trained many years to be how he is now.