The Mix

The Slip

When I come to I'm in Jason's arms. His eyes scan me constantly. I see concern itched into his face. I let put a small moan.

"How did you do that?"

"I dont know,"

I start off slow still a little dizzy,

"you were hurt so I just for what ever reason felt the need to place my hand on your wound and make it better. When I did it just healed. Even your shoulder!"

I squeal excited while I left his shirt off and look at where his wounds should be. Running my hand up and down his chiseled stomach/ 8 pack! Wait what am I doing! I take my hands off him and lower his shirt once more. Trying to controll my bright read blushing cheeks. He tugged his shirt on properly with its 2 new stylish cuts.

"Do you faint often?"

"No I just feel kinda drained after doing what ever I did to you."

"So your a royal?"

"No I had my blood test just yesterday. I'm full hunter. Plus it's rude to keep questioning a birthday girl. You havnt even said happy b day Phi!"

"Phi?"

"Yah? That's my nickname don't wear it out?"

"Wait it's your birthday?..... your a. I can't believe it. A MIX!"

He looks at me filled with excitment and confusion.

"I'm a MIX?...."

I drop to the ground.

"No! I can't be! Is that why my parents gave me away? Is this why no one wants me. Im a disgrace. No! Noo..."

I begin to cry realising if someone found out I'd be a outcast, a freak! As I begin to drift into the black abyss of the dark thoughts I feel to strong arms wrap around me.

"Jason?"

I say in a whisper.

"Yes Phoenix?"

He responds just as quiet.

"Don't let go."

"I won't... not yet"

I know he is still a stranger but i feel so close to him now. We have a bond now. A unique one. I sit weeping for a normal life in his arms and him presumably for his newly deceased sister.