Immortals

The Rescuers

Lola:

My prayers had been answered. The sound of Dan's voice echoed through the room, and I could have cried from the relief and happiness I felt. I was saved, my baby was saved, we were saved by the man I loved.

Trent turns from me to look at Dan. "It looks like we have company," he sneers, and even from where I'm laying helplessly I can see his eyes widen. "Let her go," Isaac says, and I feel even more relief. With Isaac here too, I'm definitely getting out of this alive. My baby will be okay.

"No. She deserves to die, and I have to be the one to kill her. She's responsible for Collin's death. He loved her, and I loved him, and because of her I can never have him. She took away the one thing I love most, and she cannot be allowed to continue her existence," Trent finishes wildly, his chest heaving with the raw emotion he felt. I gasp at the hatred and agony I can feel in the words. The man is heartbroken. He lost everything...because of me.

But I don't want to die. I have a baby, and my best friend is giving birth. I have people that love me too. I have too much to live for. Dan and Isaac have to save me. They have to for the sake of my unborn child.

"Trent, leave her be. She's not done anything to you," Isaac says soothingly, trying to fix the situation with his voice of reason. I know he'll make sure that we make it out of this alive. I can see Trent scowling, his face twisted in hatred. "She doesn't deserve happiness, not after she destroyed my life. Collin didn't even know I felt about him. He's dead and he'll never know how much I love him." By the end of his little monologue, Trent is sobbing. His whole body shakes with the force of his emotions.

Dan locks eyes with me across the room, and while Trent is distracted, he sneaks closer. When he's within a yard of me, his head snaps up and he stares at something behind me. I attempt to look as well, but my binds keep me from it.

"Stop, you disgusting excuse of a man," a voice says. I don't recognize his voice, but a sense of familiarity sweeps through me. I feel complete and content, even though I'm helpless and vulnerable. I'm not scared anymore, and I'm starting to feel a little please.

Trent moves towards the man. Dan inches closer as Trent moves away, and it takes an agonizingly long time. As soon as he reaches me he unties the bonds and sweeps me up in a bone-crushingly tight hug, although he's careful not to hurt me or the baby. It feels good to be in his arms again. For a while, I thought I'd never be able to see him again. The past few hours have been torture.

I let go of him as the sound of fighting echoes throughout the room. Punches are being thrown, and the two men are grunting in pain. I almost flinch at the pain that they must been inflicting on each other as I turn to look. A gorgeous man with hair so black it's almost blue it's destroying Trent's face with his powerful fists. Trent's hands don't seem to having much of any effect, if any, on the man's fit body, and when I see him, my pulse increases.

I shouldn't be feeling this way. Especially not when Dan loves me and I love him so much. I don't even know why I'm thinking about another man, even if his bright blue eyes, pitch black hair, and toned muscular body fits the definition of perfection. I don't know where these thoughts are coming from. I've never felt this way about anyone else. I'm complete with Dan, I love him.

The man leaves Trent in a pool of blood. I look up at him with awe and reverence. He's magnificent. He walks over as if in a trance and stops in front of me. Dan snarls behind me, baring his fangs territorially as he slowly pushes me behind him. I don't feel like this man is of any danger to me. In fact, he makes me feel safe. Safer than I've ever felt before.

"My name is Eli," he says quietly, awkwardly. His voice sends a shiver down my spine. It's deep and sultry, and my throat constricts as I stare at him. I swallow, hard. "What do you want?" Dan asks, the words sounding as though they had been ripped out of him. "I want her," Eli answers.

I don't know what he means. I don't know him, and his statement breaks me out of my trance. Who the hell does he think he is?

Then I understand. This is one of the guys I drank from, the man whose blood tasted like cinnamon and almonds. Once I remembered, his blood started to call to me again, almost like a drug. If I hadn't been stopped, I would have drained him dry, and I crave his blood now more than I've ever craved anything.

I lunge forward, pulling him closer at the same time. I desperately need another taste. I need to satisfy my hunger. My teeth sink into his neck and the fresh blood rushes into my mouth. It nearly intoxicates me, this wonderful taste of almonds and cinnamon.

A pair of hands grab my waist and pull me off of Eli. I whine at the lost of blood, even though my stomach is full and my hunger is satisfied. Eli's blue eyes stare into my own, and he smiles slightly at me. He almost looks like he enjoyed my attack.

"I know you must be confused at what just happened," Isaac says, his voice breaking me out of my bloodlust. "Yes, a little. Do you have answers?" I ask. "I do," he says, and the three of us turn towards him. Trent's body lays discarded behind us. "Eli and Lola have bonded. Lola's soul is now bound to both Dan and Eli," he says, his voice calm and reassuring. I share a look with Dan and Eli, none of us sure of what is to come.

Selena:

After hours of labor, it's finally over. My face is wet with tears and sweat, and my entire body aches. I sit up as Jenna approaches, handing me my baby. My son. I start crying all over again. I stare at him. I count all his little fingers and all his little toes, and my fingers ghost over his hair. He's beautiful, and he's mine. He's mine and Phil's. I look up at Phil and he looks down at me, and we're both nearly crying. I never thought that I'd feel this way while I had been pregnant. I'd never thought it was possible to feel this way.

An hour later, when everything's been cleaned up and Phil is laying next to me as I breastfeed our child, I look up at him, my head on his shoulder. "I know what we should name him," I say, a grin spreading across my features. "Oh? What's that?" he asks, turning to look into my eyes. "Alduin Smaug," I say, proud. Phil chuckles, leaning down and kissing me again. "You are such a nerd," he whispers, and we laugh together.

"No, but seriously, what do you think?" I ask. "Okay. If that's what you want to name him," he agrees, leaning over and kissing my forehead, then my cheeks. Just then, his phone dings, and he pulls it out of his pocket.

A smile creeps onto his face as he reads the text message. "It's Dan. They found Lola. She's safe now, and they're on their way," he tells me. I almost start crying again. Our friends are okay, my baby is healthy and beautiful, and even though I'm exhausted, I couldn't be happier.