A/N: All right you lot, I just want to let you know that that this chapter is in 2 parts. Reason being is that I wanted to write this in Kerri's POV and in Sam's POV. (I like Sam better. Have ya'll noticed? xD)
Peace out Fluffy Munchkins
~Rissa
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I kept my eyes peeled ahead with the thought of helping Sam get to where she needed to be. However, I didn't need to help her because she seemed to know where we needed to go.
I was grateful that she did because I knew I wouldn't be much help. The closer we were getting to the place, the more I was panicking. I had to try and keep myself calm because Sam would try and stop to comfort me.
Sam, finally, stopped when we reached the clearing and nudged my leg. Worry filled her eyes, and I was grateful for a friend like her. She didn't say a word as I got off of her back and shifted back into her human form, but her look said it all. She wanted to take me away from here, but she knew that she couldn't leave, not yet.
"Is... this the place?" Tommy asked, causing Sam to nod her head. He looked at her with so much love that I couldn't help but be jealous.
Their bond was strong, stronger than any other bond that I had seen. They complimented each other from the way they move, unintentionally, to the way they speak. It was no doubt that they were made for each other, and I couldn't help but miss the man that had completed me.
I had what they had, but I had given it up all the way. I tried not to let what had happened bother me, but it was tough. I missed him so much that I wanted to die, to kill myself and be with him for all of eternity. And the worse thing was, I can't.
I couldn't kill myself because of the curse that was placed on me. Not only was the insanity bad, but there was no way I could end it. Trying to kill myself wasn't an option, because that was what made the insanity worse. I should know, I have tried multiple times to do it.
My heart pounded in my throat, and I could feel a panic attack coming. I didn't want to be here, but I knew that I had to. I had to because Sam needed me, even if she would deny it.
A warm hand touched my face, bringing me from my thoughts. The hand moved a piece of loose hair behind my ear and caused me to open my eyes.
Warm, gray eyes stared into my green. Love shined in them, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was a dream, if he really was standing before me. A smirk danced on his pale skin, the skin that used to be tan and full of life. His scent filled my nostrils, causing a sob to get caught in my throat.
I lost my voice as I took in this male. I had no idea if I was dreaming or not, and if I was then I didn't want it to end. Tears fell out of my eyes as I hesitantly reached over and touched his face, feeling the stubble that he didn't like. "Is..." I furrowed my brows and watched as the male placed his hand over mine.
He nodded his head and cleared this throat, his Adam's Apple bobbing. "Yes, Kels," he said, "this is real." He pulled my unmoving body close to his, his scent surrounding me, giving me the comfort that I wanted. "I am really here."
***
"Aw, that is so sweet," Sam said, her voice cracking. "You can talk to each other later on. Ow, damn it. Really?"
I pulled away from my mate and looked at Sam to see her in the arms of her father and mother. Her grandmother stood behind them with someone looking at me with pursed lips. I ducked my head and took a deep breath, looking down.
"I do not know why you are looking at her like that, but please don't," Sam said, turning her gaze to the male. She narrowed her eyes when he growled, still being the stubborn female that I knew.
"I can kill you with a swipe of my hand, White Wolf," the male said, his accent thick. "I suggest you hold your tongue."
Sam growled a warning before looking at me. Anger filled her eyes, but she didn't retaliate like I thought she would. She turned her gaze to look at my mate before looking at me. "Talk with him. I know you need to hear what he says."
I furrowed my brows, worried about my friend and the female that I had mentored. "But..." I glanced at the male who threatened her. I didn't like him, nor the power that I feel around him. The power was ancient, something that hadn't been awake in this century.
"Your great-grandfather is here. Go. I'll fill you in with any other plans." She gave me a look, telling me not to argue with her. She wouldn't listen if I did try to.
I bit my lip and nodded my head. I knew that she would fight me on the whole thing, so I just let my mate lead me away from them. I couldn't get enough of the sparks that went between us, missing them as time had passed me by.
She was right, I needed to know as to why he was here. I needed to know if he forgave and loved me, even though I was the one that caused him pain. I was the one that lead to his death.
If only I had listened to my great-grandmother on that night...
***
My mate, Declan, lead me to a quiet place near the area we were at. He pulled me into his arms and claimed my lips as his own. His arms gave me the security that I needed and held me when I started to fall.
My whole body relaxed instantly as his familiar lips danced with mine, and I could feel the insanity slipping away, leaving me with a clear head that I knew I was going to need for the weeks to come. My hands wrapped around the back of his neck as I kept him close.
Declan was the one that pulled away first and leaned his head on mine. He stared at me with searching eyes, and I knew that he was trying to find the girl that he knew long ago. His lips were swollen from the ferocity of the kiss, and I couldn't help but feel proud with myself.
I moved one of my hands down from the nape of his neck to where his beating heart used to be. I furrowed my brows when I didn't feel the familiar beating and frowned, hating that he was right here beside me, and I knew that he was going to be taken away from me again. "You're..."
Declan nodded his head. Grief filled his eyes as he studied me, trying to read me like a book with its pages wide open. "I'm dead, remember?" He grabbed my hand when I was about to put it down and took hold of my cheek with the other. He made sure that I couldn't look down, even though he knew that I wanted to. "Hey, don't do that," he softly scolded. "It's not your fault."
Tears streamed down my face because I didn't know why he didn't blame me. I would be with him if I didn't lead to his death, and the guilt was so strong that it overpowered whatever I was feeling. "But, I-"
He pecked my lips, silencing me. "It isn't," he whispered. "If it is anyone's fault, then it is mine. I was the one that had told Christine to do this."
"Why?" I asked, staring at him. Anger filled my body as I stared at him. "You, you caused me this pain becau-"
"Because the Goddess gave me a dream that showed me what would happen if I didn't die, and if you weren't the one that started the group again."
"And that reason is... what?" I raised an eyebrow and studied him. "What is the reason, Dec?"
He leaned his head on mine and stared straight in my eyes. "Breathe with me," he whispered, and I did.
It was a strange request to someone that didn't know what it meant. When he told me to breathe, he wanted me to follow his lead. He wanted me to copy with what he was doing and release my hold of my mind. He wanted to show me what he had seen and feel what he had felt.
I reared my head back after he showed me and pulled away. My whole body shook as I tried to make sure that I didn't throw up. What he had showed me was death, not just death to the Supernatural place but the world we lived in today. "Gods," I whispered, hoarsely. "That bad?"
Declan frowned and nodded his head. "That bad," he confirmed.
Gods, protect us.
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