Beautifully Deadly

mates schmates

*beep* *beep*
What is going on, I've never had a clock so, this isn't my alarm? Who knocked me out? By the way, I know what being knocked out feels like because my parents wanted to know what happened to me for me to be like that.

They threw something in my room to make me fall asleep,( or was it the muffin trick? Nah, That was their failed murder attempt.) then they strapped me to a gurney and went into surgery. They found nothing, by the way.

*beep* *beep*
There is that deity forsaken noise. I focus all of my energy and -
Wait is someone holding my hand....?
I open my eyes and look down at my hand and see a hand holding mine. I trail my eyes along the arm and see a person staring at me. Luckily I don't look at the eyes and quickly look down. I hear chuckling from the corner. And hear " ona Je rozkošná, nemůžu čeckat, dokud můj syn dělá její královnu!" I look up, but dont make eye contact with him, and see who is saying, what sounds like what Elliot was saying, these things to me. It almost looks like an older version of Elliot. I look around and see a mirror behind me, I turn around and look at him fully while he gives me a questioning glance.

"I can't look at you straight in the eye, you can die. I don't want to risk your safety, looking into the mirror at you can't hurt you. Who are you, if I may ask?" He smirked, after that I imediately knew who he was." Your his father aren't you?" Gestering towards the man that was holding my hand, A.K.A Elliot, and got my answer in a nod.

"How did you know? I mean we do look alike, but what was it? The smirking?" I nod smiling. " my name is peirson, I already know yours because of sleepy head over here. So what's it like being the mate of the-" all of a sudden Elliot wakes up and looks around and smiles at me. I look at him, and remember what he did. I start hitting him, slightly barely hard at all, and he looks at me confused.

Pierson is just laughing at him and I,"well I guess you have your hands full son" and walks away while I'm still petty hitting him. He looks at me and then realizes what he's done and starts apologizing.

"I'm sorry baby, but I couldn't have you knowing what I do for a living. And plus, now you get to spend more time with me." I was beyond pissed at him. I started ripping out the IV's and look at him in the face and start my rant.

"First of all, I'm not your baby. You didn't birth me, you didn't breast feed/feed me formula when I was a young adolescent. I didn't call you dad or mom while I was growing up. Heck, I didn't even know you till a couple of hours ago. When you took me away from my family and whatever childhood, no matter how bad, I knew. Second of all, why should I care what you do. It's not like I'm your friend or something more.
Third of all, why would I want to spend time with you. You killed some people I held dear like Rosa (she's a maid I don't talk about, she taught me how to read, write, bow away[my term for ducking away so she doesn't accidentally kill someone with her powers♡], tell time, and all the essential things for living a rather normal life) one of my maids. Also, it's not like we're mates, besides what you think as a delusional person. I'm leaving, I could've killed your father. But I didn't, so be thankful and let me go. Because if you keep me and I get a chance, don't doubt that I won't." I say walking away. However, I don't get very far before I'm picked up and put back where I was standing and turned around to face Elliot again. It seemed like my words slightly annoyed him.

"You may not like it, but we are mates. I just don't know how you don't feel it. The shocks are so powerful I bet we could start up a car with the shock. I wonder if the curse is hiding the true affects of it so that you could stay promiscuous forever." He says while getting closer and I back up. Like a reasonable werewolf being. He pulls me to him, and.... kisses my cheek? I pull back and slap him.

"Why did you just do that, I told you I don't feel anything" he shrugs and walks away. I blush, but not because of the kiss. Because of what I did after.

I lied, I felt something. But I don't know what, whatever is my is I felt like I wanted it again and again. In more powerful doses. I think I felt the shock(barely there but still felt really good), but how could I tell someone I despise(with a passion) that I have a weakness. I haven't had one of those in forever, what's to say I'm gonna give one up now.

Could he be it, nah!

Mate schmate, I don't need one anyway