Black Heart

Legend of Black Heart

Black Heart ^^^^

Chapter 2

Tamera's POV

The thought of my parents being dead wasn't registered in my head yet. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my thighs as I thought.

"This had to be a sick dream," I said to myself as I stared at my sweaty hands in horror. "It just has to be." This time I said out loud. From the corner of my eye, I saw grandma's eyes move from the road to me. She lifted her hand placed it over mine. I was thankful for the comfort but it wasn't helping.

"Are you going to tell me now?" I whispered softly. I didn't really know if I want to know. Something in me wanted to just put a giant blanket over what happened earlier.

"Black heart," I started.

I was about to speak again but grandma's low growl stopped me. Her hold tightened around my hand. The hand on the wheel tightened and her breathing became slow. So I was right, there was something about this guy.

"I'm assuming he wasn't a nice person?" I questioned, hoping to get at least a little information. This made grandma scoff and shake her head. She removed her hand off mine and placed both on the wheel.

"A person?" he asked in humor. "No dear child, he is a monster." She finished with a dark laugh. I squinted my eyes trying to figure out an answer. So he might've been a killer?

"What did he do?" I asked sternly. This riddles and games weren't getting me anywhere. I wanted to know the hell this guy was!

"Black Heart wasn't human." Grandma stated as she stared at the road. Her eyes flickered over to me before focusing her gaze back on the road.

"Who is he?" I asked.

"His name is Black Heart." my grandmother whispered.

"Legend has it that he was Satan's unwanted son. Apparently Satan had a fling with a human and had a kid with her. He killed the human girl but didn't have the heart to kill his son so he gave him to a slave who happened to part witch. The witch's name was Mary; she cared for him like he was her own. Years past, the son got older and demanded to know who his parents were. Mary told him about his parents. Feeling angry, the boy rushed to hell and spoke to the devil also known as his father. The devil seeing that his son was actually a demon like him gave him the title of Black Heart, seeing that he had no heart beating inside of him even though he was part human. Black Heart ruled beside his father for centuries. His father was getting older and needed to retire soon so he told his son that he needed to go find his soulmate. With that Black Heart searched for his mate for years but had no luck. Feeling disappointed and ashamed of his son, Satan kicked him out and gave the throne to his other younger son Pyris. Betrayed, Black Heart swore to find his mate and get his revenge. He created his own kingdom and species. He forced the demons that were with him to mate with the witches that were on Mary's side. He created the species called Myralierns. These species were known to have yellow demonic eyes, sharp pointy teeth and sharp claws that they can grow anytime. They look incredibly stunning so they can lure their prey. They are more skilled in the witchcraft then any witch." explained grandma.

"How does this relate to me?" I asked confused.

"Black Heart needs his soul mate and then he can complete his plan to take over hell." grandma whispered.

I raised an eyebrow as I waited for my answer. Grandma sighed and looked at me.

"I think you're his mate."

"WHAT?" I screamed with my eyes bulged and stared at her in horror. Grandma pulled over and grabbed me. I started breathing heavily as I started thinking about what happened to my parents.

"He killed my parents and now he wants me?" I stammered with tears pouring down my face. Grandma grabbed my hands and shook her head.

"Nothing is going to happen to you Tamera!" Grandma said desperately trying to calm me down. I didn't know what to believe at this moment. There was a psycho demon wanted me as a mate and killed my parents in cold blood.

"Grandma, what if he finds me?" I whispered in terror. I literally shaking in fear as I thought about all things this psycho son of bitch could do to me.

"He won't! I promise you he won't!" she said before turning her car back on and getting back on the road. I tried to calm myself down and chanted a few prayers. Once my breathing calmed, I turned to my grandma and began my questions.

"How do you know he's my mate?" I questioned and this made her sigh deeply.

"Because you've met him before." She said in a sad tone. "Years ago, when you were a toddler, you met him at the Huntington Ball."

"What is that?"

"It was a magical ball, you don't remember because I wiped that memory away because I don't want you to remember that monster. Anyways, your parents took you there and long story short you ran into Black Heart when you were playing. But he didn't have a chance to figure out you were his mate because your mother snatched you away and hid your scent. But I'm pretty sure he figured it out now which is why he killed them. It was their punishment for keeping you away from him." Grandma finished her story while shedding a few tears.

My mother tried to protect me and in the end she and father died a brutal death. I couldn't contain the tears that fell down my eyes. That bastard if I were get my hands on him, I'll torture him forever. The anger inside me was getting bigger each second. That asshole took my family away from me. He took everything! I was about to say something when I noticed something on the road.

"Grandma..." I whispered.

The car lights hit the eyes of the person and we both gasped as we saw bright yellow eyes staring back at us. A loud growl emerged from it causing me and grandma to shake in fear.

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OH SHIT....SHIT JUST GOT REAL.

IS IT BLACK HEART?

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