The Highlander's Charm

Six

I didnae think I could ever react so strongly to something in my entire life as I do to the feel of Baigh's lips moving in a way that is most likely meant to be soothing... The bile rises in my throat so quickly as my entire body rebels against his in violent fashion, my knee connecting with his groin at the same time my hands shove his chest to break his hold on me, my face jerking away so that I might crash my forehead into his nose causing a hot spray of blood to spurt onto my face as an eruption of swears that could curdle cream join us in the room. 

While he is distracted by the damage Papa and my elder brothers had taught me how to cause if I ever find myself in need of defending whenever they are not around I find myself clawing my way off of my own bed, stopping long enough only long enough to allow my stomach to empty itself of my last meal onto the floor before fleeing as fast as I can, no direct course thought out other than wherever my feet feel free to take me to escape the older wolf that how somehow thought it seemed fit to try and kiss my tears away even though time after time I have told him that I cannae ever care for him that way. 

My chest burns with the effort it takes to try and breathe, and eventually, my feet slow themselves to what's can barely be called a shuffle so that I might heave once again bringing up nothing but acid, the tears that have been flowing all afternoon blossoming into broken sobbing as I try to come to terms with how dirty I now feel... Taking comfort in Baigh for so long had been so selfish from me... The mixing of signals I had sent him had not been completely oblivious to me, and still, I had carried on... And then when he finally has the nerve to act on it, on the day I feel myself forced to reject my natural mate, I have both the courage and the cowardice to hurt him and run away. 

I dinnae bother to try and hide the noises that leave me in my soul-deep grief, and the sound of my own miserable groans drown out all other noises of my world except for the sound of my heart as it shatters itself over and over in my chest, every thump of its beating feeling so false inside of me when I know it is not as whole as it sounds...

I can think nothing of how life must go on when all of my spirit feels so broken... I can think nothing of the morrow or even how I might wake and find myself in it with how empty all of me feels, and emptiness that can be soothed by nothing as I find myself sinking down into a crumpled mess of tears and snot... Nothing except for the pair of arms I find myself being pulled into... The vampires hold on me feeling so much different than the overly warm hold of the Beta that has his sights set on me.

...

Emory

...

"Master Black!" The echo of the maids that had found me in barn calling out after me has no effect, the three of them having been nearly unable to rouse my from my painful unconsciousness, my body feeling too exhausted from the long journey I had taken to find myself here and weakened by the deep-seated feeling of loss that is still currently consuming me... I had found myself unable to move without assistance with how extremely hard the toll of losing the mate that had haunted every single dream I have had in the last fortnight while healing... The heavenly beating that I had thought an adorable angel of death had snatched away my heart and thrown it into the nearest river after breaking it in two...

And yet the moment I had caught his scent tainted with the sourness of fear and the faint sound of the most awful wailing reaching my ears I had found myself pulling away from the maids attempting to half carry me back to the room that had been gifted to me in order to stumble after him, crawling when I find my legs buckling under my own weight... I do whatever I have to to get to him, and upon finding him curled up pressed against the wall of what feels like must be the longest corridor in this damned castle next to a puddle of bile, my first reaction is to bring myself as close as I can muster before leaning against the chilled brick of the wall so that I might pull him towards me...

I know I have no business offering him comfort... I know that this likely willnae change his decision to reject me... But just because he cannae find it in himself to love me... It doesnae mean that change how I feel towards him... He's still the same cherub I owe my very life too...

So... So, even if it hurts... I cannae help but hold the pup as he struggles to figure out how to breathe between his pained gasps, a stranger's scent clinging to him in a way that turns my stomach... Something I do my best to try and ignore as Flinn starts to cling to me seeking out the comfort that lies in burying his face in the crook of my neck to hide his tears, his mournful sobs making my very being ache as he lets out the emotion engulfing his petit frame into my shirt with cries that cause me true agony... 

I have not the strength in me to ask him what has happened... I know that if I were to track down whomever's scent still clings to him I most likely would perish with how weakened I feel...Though if it might save us both pain maybe that might be the wisest decision after all.