mISFits - BTS OT& x OC - ***ON HOLD***

Lifted

Jin came out of the room after a couple of hours, looking sad but surprisingly refreshed. He sat down next to Namjoon, ignoring the looks the other men gave him as he smiled wistfully to himself. After a few minutes, Namjoon's patience wore thin.

"Dude," he gave Jin a pointed look, "How'd it go?" he gestured at the hallway in exaggeration.

"Oh...oh yeah," Jin smiled, "She's definitely my mate." He looked at the floor bashfully, "Which I assume means she is our mate. I didn't see a charm or spell, no deception but one."

"One?" Jimin asked.

"When I look at her...like really look at her, there's a...ripple?" Jin put his hands up. confused, "Like when you look at your reflection in the water, but then there's a breeze. You can still see you, but you can't really see yourself. The features, the details are skewed."

"So her deception is how she looks?" Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed.

"More like who she is," Jin ended the statement like a question, "I think it's a protection spell, more than anything. Her intent, her personality, even her fate strings...all fairly visible." He looked straight ahead at nothing, "But her physicality, her powers, her identity...rippled."

"But we already know her powers," Taehyung offered, "Yoongi already told us, and she used them as well."

"I don't think the spell accounted for something like an incubus sex-sponging off of her," Jin chuckled, "And she only used them when she was under extreme duress. Like a reflex. She's never actually used her powers since she has been here."

"Okay," Namjoon stood up, pacing, "So how do we remove the shroud?"

"I can't do it," Jin sighed, "I tried. I tried until I exhausted myself and fell asleep. When I woke up, the mating instinct was stronger than before, but the shroud was still intact. I'm not strong enough."

"Maybe Vortara can help," Taehyung grumbled, "Though I don't even want to know what the price will be for that."

As if on cue, the front door opened, revealing Yoongi and Hoseok, arms and backpacks filled to overflowing. A tall, willowy brunette breezed in behind them, looking both self-satisfied and bored all at once.

"Vortara," Namjoon tried to hide the contempt from his voice, "Thank you for coming to help us."

"If you're lucky, you'll get to thank me later," she breathed airily, flipping her ringlet curls off of her shoulder. She raised a thin hand in the air, "Bring her here. Might as well get this done so I can get mine and go home."

Cecily looked at the woman seated across from her. She envied and hated her at the same time. Her long, graceful limbs, her tall, thin body, her lustrous, dark curls flowing over her shoulders and down her back, her big almond eyes scanning everywhere. She was the epitome of what Cecily hoped to be. Suave, beautiful, powerful, confident. Vortara had made everyone stand or sit away from Cecily, making her feel even more vulnerable and exposed.

"You wear a shroud," Vortara wrinkled her nose in disgust, "And Yoongi's mark." She looked at Cecily with feigned sympathy, "It's too bad he won't be able to join you in bed tonight," she pouted prettily, "Such a shame, really."

The boiling rage took Cecily over once again, making her stand to her feet suddenly, "That's not an option," she said lowly, murder in her voice.

"Then I take two of the others," Vortara shrugged, "It's going to hurt your poor baby feelings all the same, Mated One." She stood up, letting her height tower over Cecily in intimidation, "That's something I don't get," she looked at Cecily with contempt, "How does a dumpy little child win the supreme fortune of being the destined mate of all of these beautiful men?" She walked around Cecily slowly, pretended to dust of her shoulders, "This...mask. Is it what makes you look so cute and innocent?" Vortara seemed to gag on the word, "So that they'll want to protect you? So they'll actually be attracted to their mate, rather than disgusted by you?" She walked around to face her again, the hatred in her face unchecked, "I've never seen a shroud like this that wasn't for vanity," she snarled, "And I'm curious...how ugly are you?"