Hell Bound

CHAPTER 1

18 years later...

The ceremony was beautiful. 

It wasn't too glamorous like Ricardo's had been. Nor was it too plain like Una's had been. It was somewhere in between. Not glamorous or plain, but just plain beautiful. And so full of love. She thought with distaste. A year ago, she would've thought that she would be attending her own wedding with the way things were going. But no. It only took one look and one whiff of air, and he was suddenly discarding her like yesterday's trash, and embracing a woman he hardly new. All because of the damned mate bone. 

Allesandro would be laughing right now, if he was here. She thought, smiling fondly at the memory of her long time friend. Truly, even with his mocking statements regarding human attachments, he was one she needed the most at the moment. At least he could tell her that it was just the temporary attachment of the feeble human heart. But then again, what did he know? 

She watched blankly as he took his bride's hand with a look in his eyes that bordered on love and adoration. A look to which she had been on the receiving end many a times in the past. But it was not she who was receiving that look now. Now, she, the new pack member, but also, now his wife, was the one receiving that looks. And what did that tell her? She mused, her anger momentarily forgotten. 

Either his love had never been real or the mate bond was blinding him to his actual feelings. And what are his actual feelings? The voice mocked her. It always did. It found fault with everything she did. Allesandro told her to just forget it even existed. Easy for him to say. His voice took on a shadow form whenever it wanted to talk to him. It never bothered him in the privacy of his own mind. Not like hers did. 

Sometimes she wondered whether she could be a demon. With the things she could do, or rather she couldn't do, helped her discard her thoughts just as quickly as they had come. And now, at eighteen and no sign of being further from the ordinary, in looks as well as in ability, she was very sure that she was a human. Never mind the fact that she used to spend hours pouring over witch books and magic spells and although they said they worked well and good, when she practiced them, not even a spark erupted. If that didn't confirm her humanity, then nothing else did. But then again, she hated the sight of blood, whereas the supernaturals liked and reveled in the sight, smell and feel of blood. 

One of the things he hated about her. He thought she was incapable to handle a life with him if the sight of blood repulsed her. Maybe he was right. Maybe she was incapable. But then again, Allesandro never commented on her revulsion towards blood. In fact, he encouraged it. Said it was ladylike. He sure did confuse her at times. 

"Would thou promise to-" the sound of the priest's voice broke her out of her thoughts. They were exchanging vows, she thought miserably. Vows? oh, how nice, the voice said sarcastically. Her lips twitched. She hated the voice at times, but at times like this, it's sarcasm was mostly welcome. 

Mostly welcome? I thought you loved me. The voice pouted. 

In your dreams, she said, scoffing at its arrogance. 

Nah. Not in my dreams, hun, in our dreams. It said, then retreated back into the further recesses of her mind. She blinked. Then blinked again. Her vision blurred. She lifted a hand to her eyes and brought it in front of her. Tears? 

Her sadness hit her full force, now that the voice wasn't there to distract her. She blinked back tears. No! She was no weakling. She would not let that boy  break her. However much she had loved-No! Don't think about him. Don't think about him, don't think about his smile, don't think about how his eyes used to-No! No, no, NO!