Mates Between Marriage

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His head pounded loudly as he tried to think deeply. He cursed aloud when a strong wind blew his curls towards his face. The beautiful monster already knew that he had done the worst thing. Last night's memories were so blurred. He had hungrily gone into the village and he- killed them.

His vampire was so bent on taking the lives of young girls, that it was almost like it was looking for something or someone. He hit his head and cussed aloud again. Finally, his shiny blue orbs stared into the lake and he shivered a little at his scary reflection in its ripples.

The strength to keep his monsters under his control wasn't there enough. He could not stop his vampire last night when he heard the cries of women. Even when he had enough to drink, the bastard didn't stop.

Greedy animal.

He finally sighed noticing how beautiful his surroundings were. He was in front of a beautiful lake. It was so peaceful and quiet that sweet memories traveled back to his earlier life and he almost smiled when his mother's face crept into his mind.

Almost.

Taking handfuls of water, he washed his face silently with the lake creating even more ripples. The sound of the water dropped as it hit its surface. The quietness of the lake stood out more with the chirps of birds. The faint color of blood filled the portion of the lake as he cleansed himself of the evil deed he had committed.

The cold wind hit his wet face causing him to lie back on the sand and feel its coolness soothing his skin. He licked his lips and bit them in thought. Where did he go last night?

His ocean eyes squinted at the blue sky as he sighed for the umpteenth time that morning. A pair of hazel eyes flashed through his mind and he stood up abruptly.

Those eyes.

He was staring at them from a—

He finally remembered. His wolf had taken over from his vampire yesterday night claiming that he too needed a stretch and he had let him. Now he regretted what he did.

There was a girl and it was like he was drawn to her. The only thing his mind could recognize was her eyes. Those brown eyes had fear in them.

Zayn, you have no purpose. An eerie voice said to him calmly. He calmed himself as the memories of the girl drowned in his head. He focused more on the darkness of the witchcraft building up in him.

It was pretty smart of that magician to give him her powers. Now, all they did was torment him.

He tried calling out to his wolf but got ignored immediately. Lying down on the grass, he remade a decision. He had to go into town. For actual food fuel for himself. He needed new clothes. And—

He had to fuck someone senseless.

As soon as he was done with his little plan, he stood up and dusted himself promising to come back to the beautiful waters when he was done with his adventure.