Dinner (GxG)

|Dinner 2|

1:47 pm.

Jasmine was delicious. I tapped some blood from her to save for later. I saved her for the last and gave her the best parting gift I could think of, sex.

I smile at the memories of Jasmine screaming my name in pleasure and pain. She had been a wonderful girl till the very end.

I watch all the food and servants filling our patio. A quick count tells me there are roughly hundred people in the patio.

As I look around, filling my nostrils with the scent of food, my siblings appear next to me. "Hi there," I say without taking my eyes off my food. Both hum to let me know they heard me, but they say nothing in return.

A sudden scent attacks my nostrils. It smells sweet, but not sickly sweet. It's overwhelming and I feel my thoughts disappear, the only thing on my mind is finding the source of this deliciously sweet scent. I close my eyes and let my nose lead the way. The smell becomes stronger, but not sweeter. I love it. I hate extreme scents, they're too intense, they hurt my nose.

As my nose literally hits the source I open my eyes. In front of me sits a young woman with auburn hair and a few cloths hanging around her way too skinny body. Her head is lowered, so I put my hand under her chin, making her look up to me. Even as I make her look up, her eyes land anywhere but on me.

Offended, I hiss in her ear, "Look me in the eyes."

"I'm very sorry," she mutters before looking up. Her voice was as soft as a meandering stream through a serene mountain. It sounded so peaceful and relaxed I feel myself calm down and relax from my excitement. As our eyes meet I get lost in her deep green pools of serenity. They're like serenity itself.

The need to love her, the need to protect her, the need to taste her washed all over me. Taken aback I look down on her, staring at her. Then it hits me. She's my mate. My mate!

A laugh rolls out of me and I couldn't help it. This ridiculous feeling can't mean I found my mate! I mean, look at her. She's weak, obedient and probably also a soft-hearted ass. My mate ain't weak, obedient and soft-hearted!

I almost piss my pants from laughing. This can't be true. This is one big, but bad, joke. And being it a bad joke makes it even funnier. A hand gently rubs my back, though it takes me half a minute to calm down. Inhaling deeply I turn around. My sister smiles at me and drags me away.

The underlying anger suddenly bursts through me like an erupting volcano. Resisting I claw at my sister, trying to get free. I barely notice my brother joining my sister, trying to drag me away. I claw at them both, feeling their flesh underneath my nails. I tear and claw and try to bite, but I'm no match. Especially not against three. My brother's mate, Juliet, has joined them as well. And if there's anyone I despise, it's her. She once had been human herself, but in my eyes she is and never will be good enough to be my brother's mate.

Growling, cursing, clawing, tearing and kicking they throw me in the calming-down room. It's a room with lots of things to throw, tear and bite to direct your energy on. I use it so now and then, and when I'm on rampage. When I'm on rampage my siblings and Juliet always have to drag me to the room and lock me inside and normally it takes half an hour before I'm calm enough to be let out.

But the thought of them hurting, or even touching, my mate made me topple over. My madness became a fury I've never experienced before. The hatred against Juliet, the thought of my mate being hurt, the anger against my mate's species and her weakness bundled in an immense power even I hadn't thought possible.

With one full-power blow I smash the door out of its hinges, making it bounce through the hall. Even my speed increased. Within a second I'm back at the patio. The scene in front of me, Juliet touching my mate's shoulder, makes me growl possessively and I throw her to the other side of the patio. I lift my mate up and I rush to my room, locking it when I drop her on my unused bed.

I pace through the room, probably going too fast for my mate's eyes. I stop suddenly and listen to what my mate's doing. I hear soft sobs coming from my bed. Turning around I find my mate in fetal position.

The urge to comfort her was nice, yet scary. It means my body and soul already have accepted her as my mate, while my mind clearly refuses her. Irritated by those feelings I go back to the patio, locking her in my room once more.

Downstairs I quickly, but grumpily, choose my servants randomly. As the food is brought into our kitchen a hand jerks at my shoulder, making me spin around.

A very angry and unpleased brother stands before me. His eyes are spitting fire and steam comes out of his ears.

He is mad.

"Why the fuck did you do that?! That was completely unnecessary! Explain!"

Mate! springs up in my mind. And without doubt he read that thought. He relaxes almost instantly. "Congratulations."

"I don't want a mere, weak, obedient and soft-hearted human as my mate!" The look in his eyes hardens.

"They come as they go. You better accept it or you'll lose her before you have the time to enjoy each other."

"Is that a threat?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"If that's what you need it to be, then yes."

"You beat me in finding a mate, sister," my sister interrupts. I wave dismissively at her comment and take my new servants to my part of the mansion. The mansion was divided in four, each of us having one section and a place we gathered. Non of us just randomly wanders into or visits the private section of each other. That's sacred ground no one dares to cross. Only on invitations we visit each other.

I showed them where they'd stay for as long as I decide to have them before I walk back to my room. The smell of fear clinging to my nose. Their fear makes me lust after them, but I can't let myself go on another rampage because they're new. And they costed a lot of money. Trying to shake off the smell I sniff out my mate's scent and follow it back to my room.

I listen to the even breathing of my mate I decide to open the door as soundless and gently as I could. She lays there on my bed, hugging my teddy bear. My bear is the size of her torso, so her head is peaking out over my stuffed animal. Not even feeling angry I pull the blanket over her and watch her sleep. I stand motionless beside my bed, not knowing what to do.

With a sigh I sit down in the chair next to my bed, still watching her angelic sleeping face.

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Human by Oh Land