Ignite

Chapter 1

I groaned softly as I rolled on to my back, this pallet the shittiest thing to sleep on in the world. How the hell have my dads been able to sleep on it for so long? If I wasn't so shitty at using magic, I'd summon my own bed, but knowing my luck, I'd probably summon some monster that I'd have to slay. Then when I go to summon my damn sword, I may just summon the wrong weapon. I was no where near as talented as Mania and Karla when it came to magic. Mania was a pro, learning even more tricks from our mom Alice when she has the chance. Karla was almost just as good. I was mediocre at best. 

I got up and dressed in my leather pants, black cropped tank top, and leather jacket. I put on my combat boots before throwing my hair up in a pony tail. I left my tent and walked to the mess tent. The land my parents were having made was beginning to have construction done to get the buildings up. My dad Pyrus did some very detailed plans that the most incompetent could even follow. He wanted this place to be perfect, to match the vision him and his mates have for their people. Our people. Adjusting to being a Princess wasn't so easy. Most of the kingdom doesn't accept my sisters and I because we were demons. I don't blame them though. We did cause some hell during the apocalypse. Only I did, to be honest. Karla and Mania felt it wrong, while I was trying to make sure our father didn't get resealed. Then Alice broke the curse, allowing the demons to turn back into warlocks. At first I had been so pissed at Qin for hiding his real intent, but I understood. He never thought he'd be turned back. I was thankful the Moon Goddess altered everyone's minds to forget that little detail. She didn't alter ours though, because she felt that in order for us to grow, we needed to learn and accept our new lives. That even though Qin hid what he really was, he never lied about caring and loving us. She was right. Now we have a large family who accepts and loves us for who we are and it was the best thing in the world. 

Unfortunately not everyone accepted me. My own mate rejected me for simply being a demon. I could still hear his laughter and face of disgust. He then decided to test his damn libido. I wondered if he fucked the same woman or multiple. He must be getting off on the fact he knows he's hurting me. My heart suffered physical damages and now I could die at any time unless I figure something out. This shit honestly sucks. 

I was pulled from my inner thoughts when a sexy white haired Fae sat in front of me at the table I was sitting at. Lord Rohan, long time friend of my dad Pyrus, and a member of the rejected by our mates club. She was a damn fool. "Who is it," Lord Rohan asked me. "Why? So you can run off and tell my parents," I asked him. "If I told Pyrus, he'd run off and do something stupid," Lord Rohan said. I nodded, "That's part of the reason I haven't told them. It's not really Pyrus I'm worried about. My mother Alice has quite the temper when it comes to her children." She was a trained huntress and knew her way around magic. I don't even want to think about the things she could do to him. 

"Is he part of the trades," he asked me. I debated on telling him. "Why do you want to know," I asked him. "Because I can't help if I don't know," he told me. I scoffed with a smirk, "And why would you want to help me?" "Because I know what you're going through. I have lived through it the last two fucking centuries," he explained to me. "You're mate is literally out there, trying to kill you. It's fucking sick what he's doing." I crossed my arms, "You won't be able to help me for forever. I'm a demon and he's a vampire, we're fucking immortal." I fucking slipped. I was able to dodge my parents' questions with ease, yet he got me to slip easily. I didn't like it. 

 He nodded, "Vampire. That narrows it down." "Only to tens of thousands," I reminded him. Vampires had the fourth largest population. First it was werewolves, then the Fae, then pixies. Not everyone considers pixies their own people given their sizes and such, but my parents made it official. They gave the pixies and sprites their voices and declared them as official races. They had been considered part of the Fae for the longest given their likeness from the pointed ears and canines, but the pixies were incredibly small, flew around, lived in trees and such, had the strangest of sleep schedules depending the season, and their magic was contained in their pixie dust. Sprites were much different than the pixies and the Fae because the Sprites helped guide the spirits of children to the other side. They also had the ability to curse those who interfered with their job. You mostly found them in around Children hospitals. They were the only supernatural race that was staying around the humans because they can make themselves invisible and hide from the humans. My parents weren't even going to tell the humans they were there so no one would try and hunt them down. 

He shrugged, "It's better than the millions it could have been." "And what about your mate," I asked him. He shrugged, "What about her?" "When will she be here," I asked him. "Once the land is done. Margie isn't one who likes to get her manicure ruined," he answered easily enough. "Now I answered your questions about my mate. Even gave you a name. Your turn. It'll stay between us." 

I studied his cold electric blue eyes. What kind of Fae was he? I couldn't smell any of the elements on him. "Andre Lemire," I said with a sigh. "Lord Porter Lemire's oldest son, heir to the estate." "Why did he reject you," he asked me. "Because I'm a demon," I answered. "He was disgusted and even laughed in front of his buddies." "Andre Lemire is a piece of work," he told me. "I've met him a few times, and I rather dislike the fucker." He then sighed, "Unfortunately though Lord Porter will be coming to over see the building of his mansion, and I wouldn't be surprised if his son tags along." "When are they due to arrive," I asked him. "A couple of weeks to choose where he wants it," he answered. "Many of the Lords and Alphas will be arriving then, and it'll become a fucking who's dick is bigger contest." I rolled my eyes, "Just what we need." 

"I think it's best you go home before they arrive," he told me. "To do what? Count down the days before I have to come back here for my impending demise," I asked him. "Damn it Shyrah, I'm trying to help you here," he growled. "Why," I asked him. "Is it because you feel you owe my dad for helping you and now you want to help me?" I then stood, "Thanks but no thanks." 

I walked away, no longer hungry, and not in the mood to put up with anyone's shit. I got to the beach and sat on the sand. A couple of weeks. Knowing my luck, it'll go by in the blink of an eye, and then I will have to make a choice.