I See You

Mine

My eyes shift as they meet her dark ocean blue ones. I hiss loudly, "MINE!!"

I'm about to charge over there and familiarize my scent and hers to warn off all others when my sister commands me not to move.

I whine, longing to touch my mate, craving her already, just by being in her glorious presence. "Why?" I ask, hurting, "I want her. Mine!!"

My sister just looks suspiciously at my mate, who has wedged herself behind some boxes on the counter by the window, her beautiful eyes confused and scared.

I whimper, hurting because she's scared. I was to comfort her so bad!

I know, she's beautiful, my tigress, Missy, whispers in awe, just as eager to meet our mate. After feeling hollow for two years, the unbelievable sight before us filling it in.

"Who are you, why are you in my classroom, and how are you here?" My sister asks in her commanding Queen voice.

My mate jumps, but then amazement consumes her whole face.

Here it comes, Missy purrs, giddy.

The confusion and fear suddenly gone from her face as she stands on the counter, before jumping lightly to the ground.

Oddly her feet make absolutely no sound at all.

She grins, speechless.

Missy and I are blown away by her gorgeousness.

My sister commands the others to hold me back, snapping me out of my trance.

My mate!

Hands get steel - like grips on my legs, arms, waist, and neck. It doesn't stop me from trying to get to my mate.

"Vampire!" My sister speeds towards the girl.

My mate, my precious mate, gone in seconds due to my vampire- hating sister.

Missy whimpers in my head.

"Noooo," I growl, "Noo, My MATE! Mate, mate, mate!"

My mate just stands there, opening her arms, an odd look of peace settling into her face.

She thinks it's over, whispers Missy, openly crying.

Instead of my sister jumping on my mate and savagely ripping her apart, my sister flies forward, running into the counter my mate previously occupied.

She ran though my mate.

Missy and I purr in relief. Our mate is okay. She's okay!

She ran though my mate.

Wait, what?

My sister looks back at my mate confused, and most hands holding me back let go, all confused as well.

My mate herself looks confused. Confused and defeated. Sad.

Missy and I's figurative heart breaks for her and her pain, for the millionth time in the last five minutes.

"Who are you?" Demands my sister, "What are you?"

My mate sinks into a nearby desk, speaking for the first time since we entered the room and discovered her. It's the second time I've ever heard her speak, but this morning's sound was distorted by other voices.

"At least you can see me," she sighs, running her hand though her hair (I want to do that, it looks so snow - like and soft!). "I can answer both your questions, though, Mrs. Kalama."

My sister jerks at her name before cautiously edging around my mate.

"Speak then," Bast commands in her Queen- voice.