Alex POV
"Ixe."
"A what" Ccs face was the picture of confusion, it was obvious he'd never heard of one before, then again, he's human, I'd be surprised if he knew anything other than vampires and werewolves.
"I'm a Ixe. Ixes are ice wielders, we are similar to warlocks in the amount of power we can use. We can cast spells and manipulate magic, but our only physical power is over ice, snow, cold and wind.theres not meany of us so humans don't tend to know about us.
My farther is an Ixe. It was his decision for us to move so I could train. My mother is human, until a week or so before we left, we thought I was to. One of the days I got really angry... I can't even remember why anymore, but I caused a storm in my room. Much more powerful than my farther ever could even though it was small and contained. He decided it was to dangerous for me to be around people until I could learn to control it. So we went, I managed to contain my powers and I wasn't allowed much human interaction at all."
Cc's
After hearing Alex's story things started to make sense. Why his mom stayed here, why he left overnight without a word. But by the time he got to the end I realised something. He said he had little to no human interaction besides his dad... But I'd felt him have sex multiple times.
I decided to bring that up at a later date.
I knew I had to tell him, it wasn't fair that he just bared his soul to me and he doesn't know the first thing about me.
We sat there for hours, watching the sun go down as I told him about me and he showed me his powers. It was fun... I can't even remember the last time I'd felt like this. All in my life was finally going right. I had my mate by my side once again, everything was how it was was meant to.
I should have known it wouldn't last.
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Ashley POV
It's so beautiful out here.
The stars twinkle above my head, diamonds encrusted in onyx.
I was lonely... But that's ok.
I was crying, but that's ok too.
If I've discovered anything in the short time I've been here, it's that being sad is...ok.
The grass hoppers sung there sweet melody and the fire flys danced to the tune. My head was laid back into the long grass, entangling my black hair, the wind chilled me to my core. But I had no intention of moving.
Time stood still here.
And while I longed for someone to be huddled in this paradise with me, I was content alone.
My tears flowed, the salty liquid staining my face and blurring my vision.
I'm destined to be alone.
An incubus is not a creature of love, but of lust. No one I ever meet will love me, they can't.
I had a chance once.
She was beautiful. Her loosely coiled hair framed her tanned face, and thick lashed out lined the most beautiful set of eyes I'd ever seen. To describe her is... Was, to insult her.
She didn't smile much... didn't have much to smile about, but when she did...
The sun couldn't out shine her.
Her eyes twinkled brighter than the stars do tonight. She was the sweetest person you could ever meet, you just had to let her care, and she would.
They tried to ruin that. They tortured her, I can't think of a single reason why. she would meet me with broken ribs and a bloody nose. I did my best to help her, but one person can only do so much.
I loved her, and she said she loved me.
I would have gladly died for her, I would have taken her place in an instant.
But Over time I've come to accept that there was nothing more I could have done, there were no clues to prevent it, and I'm not stronger than the six fully grown men holding me down, while the other four beat her within an inch of her life. I could do nothing but scream and yell and cry while her blood splattered on to me. I could do nothing but hold her in my arms and stare into those slightly red eyes, that I had come to depend on, cloud over into a faded murky white. I could do nothing but throw my head to the heavens and scream as her body turned back to dust.
I may have accepted that there was nothing I could do. But I've also accepted that I've met the only person who could ever love me.
It takes a special kind of person to love a monster.
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Weathering The Storm
Fanfic'He's very possessive, he doesn't like sharing his affection. I'm not saying he's spoiled or anything, its just as if he needs a constant reminder that he's doing good. He's almost like a child in that way. I don't know why he needs it, but he doesn...
