Being Unique (Book Two Of Imperfect) ((On Hold))

Chapter Six

She pulled back, as if something smacked her, I felt a relief over my shoulders, my head growing clear. I shook my head and started at her.

“What the hell?” I asked, Her eyes were wide,

“What was that?” She asked, touching her lips I stared at her, my eyes wide. My mate, was a vampire? And a girl? I thought shocked, I expected the Devil to answer but there was nothing. I Thought about tearing out of the ties and without thinking about it I did, my claws ripping out, just the claws, I stood up, amazingly fast. New energy filling me. Me and Jordyn stared at each other. The pain from getting torchered started radiating threw my body, worse than before, I cried out and folded over, grabbing my wounds, blood exiting my lungs threw painful coughs, my eyes turned and I shoved Jordan back.

“Bitch! I dont care if you're my mate!” I shouted grabbing her neck, a new voice roared inside my head as I choked her, I threw her across the room and she crashed into my bed stand, wood breaking, every time I touched her a shock ran threw me. I didn't care. “A mate. Torchering her mate just because?” I shouted, the Devil stayed quiet as if he was watching with amusement. Weird. I threw her farther and harder out the door, she rammed against a tree and I held her hair, pulling her to my face. Her eyes glassed over, as if she was speaking to her wolf. The rage left me suddenly, What was I doing? I dropped her.

I turned and ran, ran to Dylan, the only thing I could think about doing at the time. I just hoped he would accept me this time, and listen to my pleads.

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I knocked hard on his door, It has started raining in my hurry to get here, my hair stuck to my face, the cut from the silver knife still bleeding, my white shirt now red and sticking skin tight to me. I heard a click from a latch opening, and Izzy stood there, her eyes widened as she took in my appearance.

“Hey Izz... Can I come in?” I asked, she grasped my wrist yanking me in, the rope burn still fresh, I finished and held back a whimper as she took me in. I stood in the warm house, hearing the familiar footsteps book it down the stairs.

“Izzy whos that?” Dylans voice rang out, he emerged, shirtless, as perfect as I remember him being. I averted my eyes, staring at the floor.

“Its me.” I whispered, He took in my appearance, the blood caked shirt and hair, the rope burns, bruises, cuts, my torchered and beat up body.

“Oh god Alex.” He whispered, he looked at Izzy, “Go make something for her pain. I’ll take her upstairs to get fresh clothes.” He commanded her, she nodded and ran off, leaving me standing there, shivering bleeding on his floor. “Well follow me Alex.” He mumbled, walking up the stairs. I numbly followed him, my feet stumbling on the last step, causing me to trip, Dylan caught me, a shock running threw us, I looked up and stared at him, I have two mates? I bit my lip and pulled away.

“Sorry.” I whispered, his words from earlier still ringing in my head. He nodded.

“Its fine.” He replied gruffly, shoving his hands into his pockets, I could tell he felt it too. We walked down a yawning hall, and entered a room at the very back, Dylans room. He walked over to his dresser, pulling out a black button up, he turned to me, holding it out.

“What?” I asked dumbly staring at him.

“We'll take it off. You're not going to stand there in blood caked clothing are you?” He asked, I nodded.

“I knew that...” I mumbled, grabbing the hem of my shirt I began pulling it up, not being able to get it past my waist, a deep slice on my shoulder prevented me from lifting my arm higher than that, I let out a cry and grabbed my shoulder, it split and fresh blood wet my shirt. Dylan walked over to me dropping the black button up.