Shattered Blood

Chapter Five: Imprintation

                                                               I SWORE I ALMOST BROKE MY NECK HOW FAST I JERKED MY HEAD TO LOOK AT HIM. "I'm your what?!?" 

"Your my mate.."

"Says who?"

"Well, says....Wolven Nature.." 

"Well, I tell you one thing I'm not going to "mate" with you just because your my mate or I'm your mate or whatever. Let's get one thing straight though, I don't belong to anyone but three people." 

"Oh yeah, who's that? Your parents?" 

"Nope. Me. Myself. And I."

                                                                        That just resulted in a guffaw from him, he literally busted out laughing and I was afraid he might have a seizure or an asthma attack by the way he was laughing so hard. "You know, I'm glad your my mate, I think I can get used to you." I shot him a look that said, 'shut up or you won't like me as much as you'd like to' he shut up then but he was still struggling to stifle those few loose laughs. I glared at him and he looked toward the driver's window. 

                                                                            Seriously, why me??? He was about to say something when I cut him off, "Don't you say another word!! For one second could you stop reading my thoughts, I mean if we're going to be mates or something you need to give me a little space." He nodded silently and looked straight ahead. I smiled a little to myself, maybe I could have control in this relationship, I'd read up about werewolves before and it's in their nature to respect and obey the opposite sex. "Hmm." I hummed to myself. 

                                                                                      I could sense we were going a bit faster, Alex's dark slicked back hair was being blown slightly out of place and his big grey-green eyes were squinting just a little from all the blows the wind was giving him. My strawberry-blonde hair was whipping back and forth, I'm surprised some of it didn't hit his face, I had generally long hair. He finally rolled up the window and he side-glanced at me then looked back at the road. 

                                                                                      "We're going to be coming close to the Golden Gate Bridge, do you have a watch on you?" I pulled my phone out of my pocket and peered down at it, "It's six twenty." He nodded and rubbed his eyes a bit, "You get tired easily don't you?"

"No...it's just I have..insomnia. So it's pretty difficult to sleep at night, and I'm always usually tired but can never sleep. I think it's because when I was a kid my mom was always working and she told me never to go to sleep because somebody might walk in and see me, and when I did occasionally fall asleep I was scolded by my mother. I never quite got to sleep until around midnight or later." 

"Rough childhood."

"Your telling me."

"At least your dad didn't get abducted by this crazy, rich, psychopath and keep him away from you for six years."

                                                                                                He looked at me, pain was evident in his eyes but he very well tried to hide it. I always had a way of reading people, like when I always read my mom when she was thinking about Daddy. "I was never permitted to see my father, and when I did see him it was once every year to give me a new set of clothes and a new pair of shoes. I wasn't permitted to have toys..I wasn't permitted to play..I was only permitted to sit around in a dark room thinking about all that my mom was going through...and all that I was going through." 

                                                                                                I swallowed my tears and looked away from Alex. I wasn't one to cry. I hated seeing people cry and I hated crying around other people, it was just something I hated doing. I always hated doing it, even before Daddy was proclaimed dead. His life was horrible, he was forced to live in a house where his mother was constantly doing things she shouldn't with his father, whom was married and already had other children of his own, while he just sat around and lived in despair until he was banished to the woods where...at least he was free. 

                                                                                                  "You know, sometimes I wondered if my mother loved Antony, or if Antony ever loved her...I'm sure he didn't, he had a wife who was his mate and seven other children to take care of aside from me..." When I looked back at him he kept just trailing his hand over his hair and whispered words I couldn't make out. Was he talking to himself? Before I let any words come out of my mouth he spoke, "It was what my mother used to do. Every time if my father payed her extra and she was able to leave the mansion to buy me some clothes which she'd hide in the grocery basket she would come to me happy. She would run her hand over my hair, she would just, I don't know, caress it, and then she would whisper to me something her mother sang to her:

"Dearest child I love so dear,

Your voice that sounds so beautiful in my ear. 

Your eyes so bright,

Your love so right.

Everything about you is me,

Everything about you makes my heart flood with glee.

Forever and always I'll be with you,

From the dark night to the morning dew."

                                                                                             I choked back the tears I felt, trying to escape the windows of my now touched soul. "Your mom was a real poet, huh?" I joked trying to make him feel better as well. "Actually, my grandmother was, she's the one that made up the song, she used to sing it to my mother every night before she went to bed. My mother, unfortunately, couldn't do the same for me, but she did do it when she had the time. I loved her voice, it was so beautiful when she sang to me. I loved her altogether. She was the only person in my life and she was...she was taken out of my life when I was just twelve!! Can you imagine that?! The only person you ever loved or ever got to see, killed right before your eyes!" We were crossing the golden gate bridge and I wanted to look at the sight, I was only determined to do one thing...

                                                                                            I kissed him.

                                                                                               I smashed my lips into his and he didn't kiss back at first but when he caught on and he did kiss back, it was sheer delight...everything in the world, it seemed, stopped. The Golden Gate Bridge was nothing, the sunset over it. Nothing. The people behind us honking their horns. Nothing. Nothing else mattered except for me and him. Our worlds collided just by our lips caressing each other in the rythm of the heart's heart beats. I put my hand behind his head as he put his hand on my lower back, and we continued, it was like nothing in the world could take us apart, but something did. Gravity. We both pulled back and I was gasping for breath, but honestly, at the time, I had no idea I even needed oxygen.

                                                                                                 My first kiss. With a guy, my mate, on the Golden Gate Bridge. One of the world's greatest land marks ever. 

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