RUDY GRACE SILVER
I don't know how much time has passed. I do know that I'm stuck in a cell from Morriston fucking Norix.
The first supernatural created from the moon goddess herself. You would think he'd be a little bit more grateful to exist but... here we are.
I have been more observant though. He wants me to be his mate. At first I wondered why he wouldn't pick literally anyone else but then I remembered who my parents are and who that made me.
"Hello my dear." Morristons slimy voice echos throughout the room, causing me to shiver in anything but delight.
When I don't reply he makes a tsk-ing sound while shaking his head back and forth.
"You're going to have to learn to address me. Or maybe atleast acknowledge me. I understand this isn't what you want but-" he starts but I cut him off.
I know it's stupid. Interrupting one of the most powerful beings in history but I never claimed to be smart.
"Do you?" I stand, facing him in the darkness. "Do you understand?"
I watch as he grits his teeth. The muscle in his jaw flexing a few times before he speaks.
"You my dear are a firecracker. You're going to be a wonderful mate-"
"I am not your mate and I never will be."
He doesn't seem to be able to control his anger this time because he slams his fists into the medal of the bars over and over again.
Some of the stone decides to crack on the walls under his super-vamp-strength and I pray to the goddess that the cell door doesn't break because it would crush me.
Thankfully, he stops his temper tantrum with shallow breaths and fists balled at his sides.
"See what you make me do?! I don't like to be so violent in front of you but you force me to make these choices!" He screams.
"I didn't make you do anything. You can't control your anger and you blame it on others." And maybe I can't control my mouth but apart of me knows he won't kill me, not yet at least, not until he gets what he wants.
A strangled sound leaves his throat before he disappears from his spot. I blow out a sigh of relief and sink back down against the wall.
"Are you okay?" I ask Ellie but she doesn't respond. However, I know she's there and that brings me comfort. She's probably just missing our mates. I know I am.
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"We don't have much time." Carter tells me.I reach out to touch him but I can't. It's like I'm right next to him but also a million miles away at the same time.
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
He gives me a pained smile and my senses go on full alert.
Is he rejecting me?
"No! I'm not rejecting you. I just wanted to tell you what we don't have the time left to say."
My heart starts to pound in my chest, a cold sweat taking over my entire body. Then he speaks again.
"When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen." He lets out a cough, clenching his chest, but he smiles at me, nonetheless.
When he speaks again, it's softer, farther away.
"Souls don't have calendars or clocks. They don't understand time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another." He sucks in a breath. Tears falling from his face. I feel my own eyes start to sting as my heart shatters and I don't even know why.
"There's a reason why we miss each other so much when the other is not there, even if one of us is in the very next room. Your soul only feels there absence, it doesn't realize the separation is temporary." More tears fall from his eyes as he sags to the ground.
"So when I tell you this Rudy, I need you to believe me. This is temporary. My soul will search for yours in the next lifetime and the one after that and forever. And I need you to always know I am with you. That I will always love you. Goodbye, my love."
I'm sobbing when I wake up.
It was just a dream.
But the pain is unbearable. The pain is there. Dread and panic fills me as I try to search for that familiar bond.
But it's not there.
My connection to Carter and Juno is gone. Completely erased. Only pain fills the void.
Pain like nothing I have ever felt before fills my entire body. My entire soul. My entire being.
I pant as I roll around on the floor. A ball of sobs and screams.
I can't do this.
Waves of pure agony take over my body as we feel the pain of losing a mate.
Goodbye, my love.
Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end. Goodbyes simply mean I'll miss you until I see you again.
The pain stays but as the hours go on, and my body rests against the cold stone floor I realize it's never going away.
There will always be this hole in me that no one will ever be able to fill because it will always belong to Carter. Ethan-
Ethan.
Our bond is still strong. I can still feel him and Rune.
I sit up and lean against the wall. Numbness taking over. I welcome it with open arms.
Anything to stop this agony.
But suddenly the squeak of doors open and the scent of bloodsucker fills the room.
Anger takes over. Anger is better than pain and it's also better than nothing. Anger is good.
I watch Morriston walk into the cell hallway and stop infront of my cell.
I almost look away but then my eyes narrow on a stain on his shirt. Blood.
Normally I wouldn't bat an eye. But the scent is all to familiar. Carter.
He killed Carter. He killed my mate.
His signature dark laugh fills the room.
"See what happens when you don't behave? I didn't touch the other one, but make no mistake, I will if you don't learn to obey me."
Hell will freeze over before he touches Ethan.
"Oh? You've learned not to talk back, have you dear?" He opens the cell door. Stepping inside.
My body becomes stiff and my heart pounds as he walks closer.
"Rise." He says. I listen. For Ethan's sake.
But I wish for once I hadn't because his fangs sink into my neck before I have the chance to back away.
I wait for the feeling of being drained but it never comes. Instead, my veins burn.
"No!" I scream, trying to shove him away but it's not use. He's injecting me with vampire venom.
He's trying to turn me.
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