The Siren Mate

Chapter 6.

My mother. I have a mother. Why do I have a mother? Does it make sense for me to have a mother? What is a mother?

Okay now this is plain ridiculous Indigo, what is wrong with you? Pay attention to the important side of that conversation! I am flying to Moscow tomorrow. Do I have a plane ticket? No. Great. Fucking great. What do I do?

My vision became blurry and faded back into clouds of grey indicating the surrounding rocks and scraps of furniture in my cave. 

Oh yeah and I can't see shit. 

Now I have to calm down. Easy Indy, easy. I miss Norah. Will she ever come back? Will anything ever come back the way it was?

Stupid brain. Why am I thinking like this? Why?!  

Indigo if you don't calm down, you will die or kill everyone around you and then commit suicide because of how bad you feel. Why am I thinking like this?

What did the creepy lady (aka. my mother) say? Oh yea, vampires. Vampires. A whole clan of vampires.  A clan of murderous blood sucking creatures, and I'm going there blind and half dead. 

Suddenly I fell onto my knees as an excruciating pain spread through my lower stomach and back. Great, just great. What is going on now? A vision filled the black void surrounding me.

I was standing in the corner of an extremely overly luxurious bedroom. The bed was huge and covered in silk. Right in the middle there was the guy who was supposed to be my mate fucking some blonde bimbo. I realised what I was looking at and tried to avert my eyes, not needing a reminder of what I was replaced for. 

Then, I understood the reason for the pain. The pulsating waves of pain where in synch with Hunters body. It was the main inevitable part of being rejected. Even with the help of the siren queen I can't escape this. I will feel pain every time Hunter touches another girl.

I couldn't turn around- no matter what I did, even if I closed my eyes, Hunter and the girl were always right in front of me and the pain escalated into an unbareable waves, each hitting harder than the one before. 

I had no choice but to watch. I hated the wave his big hands ran all over her naked body. I hated how his lips moved in such sync and passion. Most of all I hated how he was absoloutely unharmed by the same 10 seconds that turned my whole life up-side down. 

I tried not to focus on the scene in front of me, but my attention continuously redirected back onto the bed. Back to the girls perfectly manicured nails digging into his toned back. Back to their heated moans and screams. I wonder if he is going to mark her one day. If they are going to be the Alpha and Luna of Hunter's pack. 

Hunter was kissing her neck and I could feel daggers digging into my neck. The girl moaned in pleasure and I felt like my ear drum felt like it was being penetrated by tiny needles. I hissed in pain but I made no sound. I guess I don't exist for them, I can just see them, but they can't see me. 

After 2 hours of a lot of kissing, grinding and sex she finally rolled of him and they fell asleep and I was freed from this nightmarish scene. 

By the saltiness of the air surrounding me, I knew I was back in my cave. The waves of pain released me and I sank onto my seaweed bed. I laid for a few minutes before breaking out in sobs and tears, with each sob I remembered flashbacks from Hunters and that girls love scene.

Finally, I  pulled myself out of my bed and headed to the airport. It took some time to navigate along the streets to find a taxi. After that travelling became more about not biting the driver rather than reaching the airport. 

His blood smelled delightful, but I needed to hold of for a bit. 

After some time the car pulled up and the driver announced the price for the trip. I paid 50 dollars, probably more than he said, but the temptation to bite the big artery in his neck. I ran out the moment he accepted my money, flashing a confused bright yellow. 

I ran into the airport and attempted to find the desk that sells last minute tickets. That took a long time of asking random clouds- red, green, blue, pink... They all gave me directions like "Right from gate 2" or "Left from the toilets". But I could never find gate 2 or the toilets. Eventually I found a kind guy who led me straight to the office and even helped me sort out the tickets. 

I said thank you and continued the registration, which wasn't much easier. I had to ask almost as many colorful clouds. 

Eventually, I was sitting in the gate, waiting for the lady to call us in. 

I came up and handed my ticket and luckily passed without questioning, even though the lady was very yellow with confusion when I was staring vaguely into her direction rather than at her face. 

As I boarded the plane, thankfullly I was in the first rows after first class. I counted the arranged lines of colorful clouds. 

Finally I slumped into the only free seat in the 3rd row. 

I was surrounded on both sides by a bright green happy cloud and a silver-blue cloud that appeared to be sleeping. 

I was exhausted, but I couldn't close my eyes without the images of Hunter and that girl. How many more does he have? I can't judge him though, I slept with many more, but never have I destroyed someone's life fully aware of the damage I was doing. Hunter did this to me, yet I was still emotionally attached to him.