His Mate

A choice

I fell asleep in Tims car, I know I did because as the world faded around me Jordan sang along to the song on the radio as Tim held her hand a smile plastered on his face. The warm sun beating down on my face that laid against the cool window.

But when I woke up I was in the front seat, the sun falling behind the horizon. No music played and the smell was different.

Tims car smelled like cherries thanks to Jordan, but this car smelled like...like a new car. I sat up and rubbed at my eyes, the stitches in my wrist tugged and brought out a sharp pain in my hand. I groaned and cursed as the pain coursed through my system before moving my hand out of the way and looked at the driver.

At first I was confused, I was expecting Tims face to be the first thing I saw but the messy black hair and sharp blue eyes pieced my brain.

Blake sat, both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead. My heart beat picked up and I looked around.

Trees...

Nothing but trees. It wasn't like the normal orchard trees that I was use to but, mountain type trees along with snow that littered the ground in random spots. "What the... Where are we, wheres Tim?"

I turned to look back at Blake, he never once turned to look my way but kept his eyes focused on the road. "Blake, where the hëll are we?" His grip and the steering wheel tighten and his jaw clenched.

"That thing in your stomach needs to go." His hand flew to his pocket and he pulled out a little vile of a black substance and threw it in my lap. "We'll stop at a gas station to get the morning after pill."

I stared at him then the vile in horror. I didn't know what it was called but I knew exactly what it did. I saw Tim's parent hand it out to couples that didn't want children yet, it lasted for six months no matter how many times they tried.

I picked it up and threw it at his head and glared at him. "What the hëll are you thinking, I'm not going to get rid of my child."

All of a sudden he stopped the car. My hands flew out to the dash board to stop my body from flinging forward. My wrists burning in the process. "I'm telling you to get rid of our child." I froze as what he had said sunk in.

Our child.

It wasn't Andy that night... No.

My eyes widened and I went to look at him but he was already gone, his door wide open. I took my seat belt off and threw the door open.

Finding him at the back of the car already staring at me with a fixed glare. "It will be harder to protect a pregnant women from them."

He popped the trunk open. The sound of grunts and shuffling was heard along with muffled yells. I walked to the back of the car in a trance like state.

I was curious and confused, afraid of what I might see in the back. But the emotions quickly washed away once I saw what it was.

A pale, grimy man laid in the back, a white wash cloth wrapped tightly around his head, covering his mouth. His hair all messed up, dried blood ran from his nose and down.

His eyes are what got me.

Dark, deep red irises stared at me with such hate and...hunger. I stumbled back a little, Blake's arm shooting out and wrapping around my waist keeping me in place.

"This thing and others like him are out there. They know your blood and they will stop at nothing to kill you in order to get to me." I stared at the thing in horror and slowly nodded. Still stuck in my trance like state.

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We walked into the store hand in hand. To anyone else it would look like we were a happy couple.
But that wasn't the case. Blake's hand was wrapped tightly around mine making sure I don't back out and run. His jacket hung loosely on my smaller frame, covering my bare arms and wrist.

We walked down every aisle, grabbing anything that I would need. "Tampons or pads?" He asked gently, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck and pink tint caressed each of his cheeks.

If this was any other time, and I wasn't dying on the inside I would have laughed and made fun of his blush. But this was now, my mind numb and my eyes watery. "Tampons."

I looked away as he grabbed a couple of packs and then we made our way to the next aisle. He grabbed a little blue box. Morning After. Shown clear as day on it. My eyes once again watering as he handed it to me.

He grabbed a few other things. Food, water, snacks, etc. He tried again with the small talk, asking what I like or didn't, but I couldn't do anything better yet answer him. Then we made our way to the cash register.

We set our thing on the counter the little blue box making itself known above all else. I flinched and looked away, the man behind the register noticed. "Ma'am you know you don't have to do this?" the clerk said. Genuine concern in his brown eyes.

Blakes grip tighten around my hand. I looked from the clerk to Blake back to the package on the counter. 'I don't have to... But I need to... Right?' I just nodded my head. "Yea I know, but... It's the right thing to do." I mumbled stepping closer to Blake.

His grip loosen and he looked down at me and leaned in closer to my ear. "Faith, I'm sorry."

I shook my head and leaned away from him a little. I couldn't deal with this right now. The whispers were gone but if they weren't I knew what they would have said.

It hurts, I wanted someone I could love even of it was Blake's to, I would have loved them.

These were the thoughts running through my mind as the pill and the black liquid flowed down my throat.

Blake's eyes staring right at me, my tears running down my faces and the choked sobs racking through my body.

Even as he held my hair back as my back arched and vomit fell from my lips.

I cried hard, and mumbled incoherent words as he rocked me in his arms, saying how sorry he was.