You Can't Run From Your Destiny

Chapter Ten

Faith P.O.V

I was back in my old cell, dead bodies of the ones I loved around me. They were my friends, family, and my mate, his friends, and family. I put my hand to my mouth,

"No" I whisper.

I feel hands start to pull my back. Screaming at the top of my lungs, I pray someone will help me. I hear laughter. The same cruel laughter that I listened to for every night; the one person who haunts my dreams, how did he get me? I scream again, that is until he hits me upside the head. I stop screaming only to whimper over losing everyone. I miss the warmth my mate could give me; I can still fill the sparks in my shoulders.

Alex shoves me into a corner; I silently pray Ashton was here to protect me. I feel sparks erupt in my face. This is just a dream, I tell myself, snap out of it Faith.

"Do you really think you could leave me so soon?" I growl at Alex, "You are a dream; I am no longer scared of you." Anger was soaring through me, I was about to use my light like in the woods but nothing happened.

Alex laughed his cruel, cold, and heartless laugh, "I am in control here. I am in your mind and there is nothing you can do about that."

I heard a voice in the back of my head, "Fight young one, fight." I launched myself at Alex. We fought for what seem like forever. He got multiple good hits in that I whimpered at the pain, but I left him with more scars. I rolled off of him, turning my back to run away. Pain erupted in the back of my head, and I fell lifeless to the ground.

I could feel it, him craving into my skin. I couldn't tell what he was craving but it was a lot. I groaned, screamed, begged, but nothing would make him stop. I felt sparks ignite in my hands and I gripped on to it

Finally I thought he was done. He walked away. I watched him as he picked up a silver butcher knife. "Ah you are done complaining cause now get ready because our dailies will begun. Since you left I must do extra. He struck the knife into my stomach. Screams filled the room, my screams of pain.

He shook his head in disappointment. I know why, I screamed. He did this many, many more times. I soon passed out from the pain. Praying I could just leave this dream. As the darkness sink in forgot about everything.

My eyes open, adjusting to the lighting of the room. I felt relieved when I heard the snoring of my mate. Thank the Lord, that dream is over. I open my eyes. The clock on the wall read 1:30.

Suddenly the fear swept over me. Every shadow scared me. I couldn't fall back to sleep so I did the reasonable thing. Getting out of bed, my senses were on alert once my bare-feet hit the chilling tiles of my room.

Walking over to my mate's cot, I just sat there and look at him. Finally he moves ever so slightly giving me enough room to climb in. I slowly lift the covers and climb into bed.

Trying not to touch him was the hardest thing in the world. I could just feel the warmth radiating off of him. Staying on my side I whimpered, mentally cursing myself once I did realizing he could have heard me.

Inching closer and closer to him I pick my head up and propped it on my hand. I kept getting closer to him until I could use his arm as a pillow. Of course the second I lay my head down, sparks fly everywhere. He must have felt them because subconsciously he pulled me into his chest. This made me think why had I never thought of having a mate. Out of everything before and after the deaths of my family I never thought about have a mate, let alone being snuggled up to him. I smile; his unconscious actions make him pull me in tighter to his chest if I try to move. One would think it would be uncomfortable to be squeezed it to a male's rock hard body, but it felt content, safe, and as if nothing could touch me.

I rolled over to put my back to his chest, while he rearranged himself. His arms were now wrapped completely around my waist; his head was buried into my neck, so as he inhaled my scent is what he would smell; and his legs and feet where tangled in mine, more comfortable than one would think and not in the way at all. Everything about this position put me at ease erasing all of my earlier worries.

My mind starts to drift to what it was like when my mom met my dad. I heard stories about it, but my mom told me she would wait until I found my own mate, before she told me about her and dad. Of course it made me suspicious, but with them dead now I can't help but hate myself worrying so much about something so little as when my mom met my dad and what it was like.

Pictures of that day flood back into my mind making me shiver. Ashton's thumb starts to rub circles around my stomach easily calming me down. I feel my eyelids become heavier and heavier until they become so much a burden I just shut them. Trying to keep my mind active due to the fact my last dream had Alex in it, but none of it works. I felt myself fall into the dreamland, and luckily it was not of Alex but some one closer.