His Beloved

Chapter III

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Chapter III

 

 

The plane rolled to a stop and I let out a sigh of relief, excited to get out of this plane and into some fresh air, and maybe if possible, a bit of distance from Aron. Peering out the window I saw the sign on the wall of the building lit up in white fluorescent writing, Genève Aéroport. I slowly turned around to face Aron who was staring at me.

I took a breath, "when can my family visit? Or when can I visit my family?"

Aron let out a small laugh as he stood up, getting his jacket from the compartment up the top, shrugging it on. "Let's settle in first, love, and then we can see about getting your family up here. For the ceremony they'll have to be here, and I don't plan on putting that off for long."

I stood up, tucking loose hair behind my ears, "ceremony? L-like how witches do it?" He gestured for me to enter the walkway so I did, hearing his heavy footsteps behind me.

"Not exactly how you witches do it, vampires are more traditional and more formal – nothing against witches, but our ceremony won't be held in a field in a stone circle."

I stilled turning to face him, "then how will Morgana bless our union?" I was deeply insulted by his lack of regard for my own culture and beliefs.

Aron looked down at me in confusion, "as much as I am thrilled that you are thinking of our union love, we have plenty of time to discuss the finer details later." I went red, turning and walking forward again. Why was I stressing about it so much? It's not like I wanted it to happen anytime soon...I mean if that happened then the claiming would follow it. I gulped and stopped as Aron stopped behind me. "Perhaps I'll lead us," he brushed past me, taking my limp hand in his as we descended the stairs.

Many of the people had already filed out and I felt my heart pounding as we got closer to the door. The moment I left this plane this would all become real, properly real. I'd be living with him, going to school here and being forced to be surrounded by strangers on a daily basis. My breaths came short as I ran a hand through my hair, raking my nails across my scalp. I came to a stop and Aron turned around, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes, before they softened as he stared at me. I made a strangled noise as I tried to swallow the lump of saliva in my throat, feeling completely closed in as I pulled my hand from his.

"Is she okay Lord Aron?" A voice asked further down the aisle.

He held up a hand to her, not taking his eyes off mine, "she is fine. Leave us." I heard a curtain close and I watched closely as Aron took a step toward me. "Love," he murmured as he took another step. I took a step back, my back pressed up against one of the chairs.

"I-I can't do this, I d-d-don't want to be here, I want to go home," I harshly raked my fingers down my arm, glad the venom had worn off my fingers.

His eyes narrowed on my arm and suddenly he was in front of me, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly in his. "I am sorry about your feelings toward this situation, however you belong with me, in my household and by my side," his voice came out cold.

"I-I want Willa," I croaked before gulping and looking around frantically, "I need Willa."

Aron sighed as he dropped our bags, "I didn't want to have to do this love, I'm sorry." My eyes whipped up to his before everything became blurry, my vision distorted before I felt myself falling, a blurred figure catching me before everything went black.