~VaelaMy entire existence feels off its axis as I slowly come to consciousness.I feel different. Better.Sitting up, I look down at my skin, knowing I’m immortal again. A smile slowly stretches across my face. It worked, or at least, I’m alive.I’m in a small, unfamiliar room. The walls are stained a dark crimson, looking nothing like how I remember when I first came into Death’s realm.This doesn't feel right, but at least I'm Immortal.Standing from the bed, I shake the tension from my shoulders. I need to establish my surroundings, and then wait for a sign from Hale. I just hope this sign comes quickly.The home I've woken in is stunning and decadent, with rich wood furniture and dark carpet. However this place belongs to is obviously powerful and wealthy, which isn't a good sign.I find myself in a small living room. There are no windows anywhere, and in this room, only a small candle from the corner of the room lights the area.I draw in a breath, noting a body laying across th
~VaelaMy feet touch the ground only moments later.Keo immediately let's go of me, striding forward. He's taken me to some kind of home. It's simple, rather uninteresting, but there is something haunting about the darkly coloured walls, about the lack of anything distinguishing."What is this place?" I ask distastefully, turning in a circle. Keo doesn't turn back, making his way down the lengthy corridor."One of Relm's many residences," he explains as I catch up with him.My hands brush against the hallway walls. There are no windows, which means I have no idea where I am. Has Hale gotten to Death's realm yet? Has he noticed I'm not there?"Where do you live?" I ask tentatively, looking at Keo's back as he walks. He's such an imposing, terrifying man, that I'm curious about him.I shouldn't be, I know that. Not with someone so dangerous."I live nowhere," he responds tightly.Narrowing my eyes upon him, I fight the urge to call him to a stop. "That can't be true.""I prefer not to s
~VaelaKeo holds his hand out, something appearing in the palm of it.I'm not bewildered by that kind of magic, considering Hale wields it at will. I just wish I had it right now so I can summon a way to either get out of here, or enact my revenge on the powerful men in front of me.I quickly realise, as Keo approaches me, that he's holding a needle, attached to a long tube that disappears somewhere I can't see.Flinching away as much as possible, horror consumes me."I apologise about any pain you feel," Relm says, seeing my reaction to the sight of the needle. He's going to dig it into my skin, and he's going to extract my blood for his own use.I've known many selfish people in my life, but this is just disturbing."Don't waste your breath," I tell him. I'll get my revenge, whether it's now or in the future, because I have to survive this. I can't not return to my mate, who will be looking everywhere for me in Death's realm.Keo grabs my arm. "This may hurt."Twisting my head, I tr
~Vaela Part of me didn’t expect Keo to actually keep his word once he grabbed me and assured me he would return me to my mate. But the moment my feet touch snow, I know everything is going to be okay. Glancing over my shoulder, I see the looming drop down the familiar mountain that I once climbed to a date I could never have imagined. Keo looks around distastefully, either not liking the snow or the height. Even as I sway unnervingly on my feet, still drained of a lot of my blood, I want to hug him. It’s not like he isn’t getting something from our deal, but the fact that he kept his word despite breaking it in the past gives me the sense that maybe the world isn’t trying to punish me. “I’m all about hiding, but up here? Really?” Keo mutters, kicking a clump of ice off the edge of the ridge, watching it shatter against a rock below. "What...what are you, exactly?" I ask, taking cautious steps back into the cave, grateful to be out of the environment. He looks normal…to an exte
*Mature Content Warning!! Read at Your Own Discretion!!*~Vaela"What are you reading?"I look up, mildly irritated that I'm being interrupted, just when my book was getting to the good part."A book," I respond, staring up at my mate, who seems to be enjoying looming over me with a very particular look on his face.I've only been home for two days, and finally I'm feeling better after having a good portion of my blood drained out of me. All my time I've spent reading this book, since it's not like I have anything else to do.Hale rounds my chair, looking over my shoulder. "I was going to ask what kind of book, but I think I get the idea."Frowning, I slam the book shut, dumping it on my lap. There goes that."I wasn't making fun of you," he assures me, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek, which I don't manage to dodge away from in time."Believe it or not, it's quite interesting," I mumble, feeling my cheeks flush.I'm quite sure I know why I picked up this book today. Hale has been
~VaelaMy feet scuff over rocks, gloved fingers gripping slick ice as I climb."Can you wait up? I'm going as fast as I can and am seconds away from breaking my ankle."Turning, I look over my shoulder. My friend and companion for this trip, Eyla, struggles up a particularly steep part of the cliff, bundled in layers of clothing to the point I can't see her face."We are nearly there," I assure her, prying my numb hand between two slabs of rock, hoisting myself up onto a ridge."Exactly, so wait up."With two feet planted on the flat edge of the ridge, I look out over the vi
~VaelaMorality is a punishing thing.Been there. Done that. Died young, spent nearly a century in death before arriving here. The immortal realm, where I am to live out a not so immortal existence, as I shall eventually die. The name must have sounded nice in its creation.The only true immortality belongs to the pure-bloods.Dark, twisted individuals with magic beyond their means. Magic to crush realms, to torture and abuse.Eyla’s voice echoes through my subconscious, jolting me from my vacant thoughts."No...No, no Vaela, tell me you're lying." She’s at
~Vaela"Ah!" My palms slap over my eyes, the image of the man burned into the back of my eyelids."Who are you?" The voice questions. It’s a deep, rich sound that spreads over me, slightly accented.I’m imagining this.I must be. There is no conceivable way that I just saw a tall man with silver tattoos standing at what I now realise is a doorway. Thankfully his bare chest was all I got an eyeful of, and not any lower down…My fingers part slightly as I peek through them. I am not imagining this.The man is now fully dressed, which took him only mere momen