Beating Heart II: Anti-Pack (Delena Fantasy/Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Left to Rot

Selena's POV:

I was not dead yet. I was left alone. Left to rot, and left to die. But when I think of it, life has been easy on me. I never suffered. It was all in my head. A series of happenings that would make me become who I am today. Perhaps I haven't thanked those who spared me. I haven't thanked the ones that gave me a new life.

My life is still filled with lies. Not lies from others, but lies that I tell others. There is one person I've never lied to. Not ever, in those many years we had together. She delivered me. Away from that pain. Pain that would haunt me at night and prevent me from a normal life. Pain that I have caused, and still I didn't. Yet, it wasn't suffering.

I had asked Demi about her religion. What is God, who is Jesus Christ? Her explanations were vague and I didn't quite understand them. What I picked up from it, is that this person suffered for his folk to live and believe. All in the name of his father. I even went to church with her, just to see what she meant. I learned that the love for people can be shown in pain. In suffering.

Do I need to suffer to show them – the ones who I should thank – my love?

I felt two warm lips pressing against my cheek as I slowly drifted back to consciousness. I open my eyes and see her. Demetria. Demi. The woman who turned 25 a few days ago. The edges of my lips curl. "Goodmorning." Her adorable voice echoes through our room.

It's been six years since I got trapped in that horrible volcano. I was trapped in submission. Ever since I still enjoy every day of being free. Free to think for myself and free to love who I want. The shadows still hang out around me. I can still sense them, but just like they promised, they stopped commanding things from me. I no longer need their energy and they are no longer addicted to mine. They can no longer feed me, and they don't give me horrible nightmares anymore. I haven't died in 6 years.

"Do you want me to make you breakfast?" She asks while pulling the blankets off my body. I legs curl up in a reflex. It's cold. I grin. "You never make me breakfast." "True, but it's weekend and I have a kickbox completion tonight. It's a special day." She smiled. After these past years, Demi had grown her hair again. She missed her long locks too much. She promised me to tie it more often. I didn't mind.

Demi's POV:

After training hard, for so many years, I finally managed to find my way to the WKN. I had been my dream to reach the world championship since I started kickboxing. Tonight I would have my second fight in the game. If I win, I'll make it to the next round. My last match ended in a tie, but I had outdone myself.

Selena sits down at the table and quickly starts digging into the breakfast I made her. I sit opposite to her. "Hm, you always know how to make it the way I like it." She grins. I smile at her and start digging too. "Nervous?" She suddenly looks concerned at me. Perhaps she noticed me being tensed. I was actually. "A bit." "Don't be, have you seen that woman? Even I have more muscle than her. You'll take her down with ease." She spoke. I observed the skinny woman eating. She has indeed been gaining some weight. But she's just not used to eating so much. She sometimes tells me she's full, to which I have to remind her that she'll no longer get energy from her shadows. She'll have to do it all based on the food, just like all other human beings. "You're right. But she's good. I've seen her technique." I suddenly got reminded of the great news I wanted to tell her. I wanted to keep it as a surprise, but yesterday night, when she was already asleep, I figured I could no longer hold myself. "I want to tell you some good news." My bright smile reappeared on my face. She looked curiously at me. "Oh?" "Yeah, I want to take the both of us to New York for a day." The same smile now appears on Selena's face. "You do?" "Yep, as a late birthday present for myself." I take her hand and hold. She grins. "When are we going?" She asked. "Tomorrow."