That Makes Three

Chapter Twenty One

Destiny scoffed, wiping the back of her hand against her forehead before continuing to scrub the floor.

"Destiny are you sure that's necess-"

"- Naha. No. No talking. Cleaning." She cut me off abruptly, dumping more bubbles onto the wooden floor and swirling them into the grain.

"You have sex here all the time. What's the problem?" Peter asked, fixing his vest.

"The problem is that my cousin had a threesome on my floor-"

"- it was also on the rug... and the pillows and the blanket." Roman said, looking very smug. Stifling a smile Peter pursed his lips together to hide his smile. It didn't work. She stopped scrubbing, dropping the brush into the bucket of soapy water.

"Dear god I'm going to have to burn the place down and start over." I closed my eyes and rested my head on my arms. I couldn't help but feel empty at how happy I should be. They said they weren't repulsed by me. They said that he was going to be there for me - but that was now. Sometime just after things were going to be good, better than good - great... something was going to happen and I was going to be alone again. And Roman was going to... I stopped my train of thought and pulled myself up abruptly.

"I have to pee." I called over my shoulder as I pulled at my jeans, only to trip on the hem and fall over Destiny's leg.

"Whoa!" She yelled, her hands out to catch me. I trudged quickly into the bathroom and secured the door. Leaning against it i sighed heavily. My head beginning to pound I walked along the cold tiles until I was standing in front of the sink. Running the cold tap I drank from it and splashed my face. Straightening my back I flexed my aching muscles.

"Miya? Can I come in?" I heard Peter call, followed by the door's soft creak. I frowned as he closed the door behind him.

"What if I was peeing?"

"You've seen me, buck naked, turn into a wolf and I know what your face looks like when you orgasm- I don't think we have any boundaries anymore." He said, smiling slightly. I didn't even try to mimic it. My mind was too busy.

My eyes catching my reflection I pulled and pocked my face. I looked tired. My hair looked like a wild birds nest, my eyes were baggy and... I was pretty sure I had a hicky on my neck. Last night was good. Last night was so good that my knees still felt like jelly and all I wanted right now was to joke and be lighthearted - to be sure that everything was going to be okay but I knew that it wouldn't be. And I couldn't pretend. The girl in the mirror's eyes welled up and her face contort into one of pain? Why couldn't she stop staring at the reflection of the crater in the wall? Turning I just stared at it from across the room.

The perfectly smooth tiles were cracked in a million different places. Some of the smaller chunks were on the ground but mostly it was in-tact.

"Miya..." Peter whispered, coming into my line of vision. I had almost forgotten he was here. His blue eyes were so round, his dark eyebrows pulling a concerned expression. Gasping I lowered myself to the floor.

"I have never felt anything like I had the last time I was in this room. Now I've seen everything - the whole picture. The full vision. I've experienced what I can do and now I don't hear the voices, I don't have to suppress the dissociating because the people who died and are going to die realised their pain and anger and misery through me. I have felt the extent of my power, and I can still feel it. I can still feel how ruff my throat is, how my body had shaken not from the cold, I realise now - but with adrenaline. And I never want to feel it again."

"I know it was awful but-" I looked up at him, puzzled.

"No. You don't understand. Their last moments fuelled me. I... liked it. I liked how their last moment felt. It was horrific and bloody and I - I liked the way it made me feel to watch them die. To feel it. The sensation I felt when I screamed was equal to the amount of pleasure I felt last night. And I hate myself for it." Peter's eyes dropped to the floor in realisation. Bitting my lip I watched him carefully.

"I know how you feel, you know. You're talking to a werewolf. But it's not who you are - the banshee isn't you, it's just a part of you. Like how the wolf is part of me. It's primal. It just wants. It wants to hunt and feed... it wants chaos and I can feel it in me getting riled up when the moon is fullest. But Miya I know you. And I know you don't want anyone to get hurt. It's not your fault."

"So what do I do?"

"Fight it. Fight the impulses that separate you from the banshee and channel it into something good. Like telling us what's happening so that we can stop it." I looked up to the ceiling and let my arms lift and fall with dismay. Why didn't he understand that even if we did stop it, people were still going to die and he was still going to leave?

"Hey. You can do this." Peter said, his hand on my knee. I shook my head.

"Pete, everything ok in there?" Roman asked, his voice close to the door. Peter looked at me for a second before leaning in.

"I bet you saw what Roman is. What he's going to turn in to?" I linked intense eye contact with him.

"You know too? Why don't you say anything?"

"For the same reason I didn't tell you what you were. He has to figure it out for himself." My eyes widened. But what he was, was going to kill him.

"We can't just let him-" he placed a hand over my mouth.

"- Time is a moody bitch. If things don't go her way she retaliates. If something doesn't happen that's meant to then something worst happens. Everything that you saw has to the happen the way you saw it." I pulled his hand away.

"But-" he sighed, his eyes turning sad before he took my head in between both of his hands.

"- He is an Upir. we can't change what has to happen to him." When I nodded in agreement, against my better judgment, he got up and opened the door.

"Everything's fine. I think she's ready to talk." Roman immediately knelt at my side and Destiny filed in after him.

"Just be careful sweetie. Keep it in a need to know basis only, we don't want anything worst happening." Destiny said slowly, her eyes kind. Looking between them all, my heart heavy as my gaze lingered on Roman's round hazel eyes before I began.

"There were wet paw prints in the forest." I said, sniffing. Knowing by the stretching silence I had captured their attention I continued.