Untitled Part 37

                                    

                                          
Felicity watched his face carefully as something shifted in his eyes. He still looked blank, still looked deadly, but something was there. Oliver was there. Felicity could feel him, and she was not going to give him up. He stalked closer and his hand reached up and wrapped around her throat as she croaked his name "Oliver!"
                          
His eyes shifted again, and she felt his hand loosen. Something inside her reacted and soon she was across the room and out of danger. For the moment. She had to figure out a way to get through to him. She needed to touch the man she knew was still there.
                          
"Oliver, it is Felicity, your mate." Her voice was soft as her hand instinctively went to her throat. His eyes followed her hand as he looked at her with slight confusion.
                          
Who was this woman? She said she was his mate. She was familiar. Her voice was familiar, and Oliver shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. There was so much working through his mind. Flashes of images that he could not quite make out. They came and went so suddenly that he could not see them clearly. But then one stuck in his mind.
                          
It was an image of him drawing blood from the blonde woman across the room and he was not killing her. He was feeding from her. He looked up and their eyes met, and Felicity could see him thinking. She took a step closer.
                          
"Oliver, please. I love you." She said the words softly as she neared. She lifted her hand and he flinched, but she did not hesitate and as she placed her hand on his cheek his eyes closed and she heard the breath leave his lungs. His shoulder slumped and when he opened his eyes again, she saw him. It was Oliver. Her Oliver.
                          
"Felicity?" He whispered her name and then she was wrapped up in his arms. He held her so tight she thought she was going to stop breathing but she did not care. She had Oliver back.
                          
He pulled back and placed his hands on her cheeks. He looked her over and then noticed the red marks on her neck. His eyes flared with rage and he gently touched the crimson skin. "Felicity...who....?"
                          
He didn't remember and for now she was not going to tell him. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that I found you." She leaned forward and kissed him with relief and love, and he could not help but respond. He would find out later who placed their hands on her, and they would pay. Little did he know that there would be only himself to blame.
                          
They both turned quickly as they heard the door open and in walked Nyssa with Dr. Ingles in tow. Roy and Tommy were right behind them and Felicity would swear that Dr. Ingles had suffered a few blows to the face. His eyes were black, and he had a bruise forming on his cheek. She looked between them wondering who had made the marks.
                          
Roy and Tommy looked at each other and then shrugged. "He fell." Roy's words were ridiculous. Anyone that looked at the man could tell those were not caused by a fall, but Felicity let it go. The man deserved whatever punishment he received, and he would pay for trying to take Oliver away from them.
                          
Oliver's eyes narrowed as they looked at Dr. Ingles and he stalked toward him. When Dr. Ingles looked up and saw Oliver approached him with death in his eyes, he knew at that moment his life was over. Oliver was not going to let him leave the room alive.
                          
Oliver latched onto his neck immediately and Dr. Ingles cried out with pain as Oliver bit down. He was not going to kill him. Not yet. The bite he was inflicting was more for pain than change. He released Dr. Ingles with a cold smile.
                          
"I told you that if you touched me, I would rip you apart." Dr. Ingles had slipped to his knees and was holding his neck with his hand. There was blood dripping between his fingers and down his chest but not one paid him any mind.
                          
Felicity stepped forward and Oliver noted again the gold of her eyes. They were blazing and when she pulled back and punched Dr. Ingles; he fell to the floor in a heap. The strength that had come through in that punch surprised them all and Oliver had questions. But they would have to wait. He picked Dr. Ingles up off the floor and dragged him to a nearby chair. Tommy, Roy and Nyssa all slipped out to give Felicity and Oliver time to handle the person who had almost ripped them apart.