𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏

𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

ᒍᑌᒪIᗩᑎ

𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗡 𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗, Dasher forced me between a tree and him. I was too caught up in my head to know any better than to leave them unattended. When Dasher is gone who knows what he's out and about doing. When he comes back it's of course to see me.

I shouldn't have left the house. And now not only is my library destroyed, Lolita got hurt again.

"Dash-

"Shut up. I came here to apologize for draining you but you ran off with your little play toy to cry about it. After everything I did for you why do you treat me this way? Like I didn't take care of you and loved you?"

"I...I'm sorry. I just needed time to think and-

"Don't try to run away. I'm not saying you can't think of anything. Just don't make me feel like you're running away from me okay?"

He brushed my hair back and it's only now I've realized how much more human he looks than that ugly starving state he was in. He looks like his old self. He looks full in color, his eyes a bit darker and his hair looks healthier.

"Okay...I won't...I'm sorry. Just...where's Logan? And what did you do to Lolita?"

"Oh, she's just a bit hurt. I had a bit of fun. As for Logan...I had a bit of a fight with that one. He reminded me of someone. But when are you going to ask about me? About if I'm okay? Hm?"

He's a narcissist. "I don't know, maybe because I know you'll be fine. Not even I can touch you, right?" He laughs.

"Still sharp on your mouth I see. Come on, your friends are fine. And I'm proud of you for making friends over the years."

I don't like this. I need to know where Logan is and I need to know what happened to Lolita.

"You thrashed my library."

"Sorry. Okay Julie? I just got mad for a bit. I'm sorry."

When we got back to the house Cain was frantic. Pacing back and forth and tugging on his hair. He spotted me and instantly sighed.

"Lolita isn't breathing. I-I think she's dead."

"What?" I went up to her and began checking her pulse. I found nothing. I rested my hand on her chest to see if her heart was beating, but I came up short. I pulled her shirt up, noticing five holes. I looked at Dasher and he just shrugged.

"She's a supernatural is she not?"

"You don't understand." I ripped her shirt and began working. This has happened before...when I had to send her away for good.

After the fight with Zion, I knew who he reminded me of. Dasher. Dasher never told me he had a son when I had sealed him away in the late nineteen hundreds. His reasoning was simple.

"I crossed a man, and he's stronger than me. If I'm alive he'd kill me and then we wouldn't be together anymore. You have to shield me away until he dies. And I promise I'll come back to you."

Back then it seemed like something I wanted. I cried, I begged him to stay even if i wanted him gone. Even if he treated me like his personal blood bag. But like I said. Dasher was the only one in my world. He taught me a lot of things. Told me more about the supernatural. About wolves and vampires and even other Wiccans and Warlocks.