Page 84 of My Dark Obsession
I sighed and shook my head at the leprechaun when he offered me a glass of whisky. Ziel took it and downed it in one.
“Do you know where Bri is?” I asked, looking around the room for a sign of her bouncy curls and bright eyes.
Rí furrowed his brow and shook his head, “Nae, she doesn’t come to the bar usually.”
Ziel hummed from behind me and reached into his pocket for a smoke. He frowned deeply whilst rummaging around and poked about in the other pocket before swearing under his breath.
“I’ll be back.”
“Whilst ye’ break in, see if she’s in,” Rí said and rolled his eyes.
Ziel wrapped his hand around my throat and pressed his mouth to mine. To those around us it looked as though he gently and softly kissed me, but it was far from it; his vines slipped from his sleeves and tangled in my hair as his teeth bit into my lower lip, hard enough to draw a drop of blood. He licked it away and pulled away with a hungry gleam in his eyes.
I slowly looked at Rí, gauging his reaction to another man kissing his Mate. He smiled kindly down at me and smoothed my hair behind my ear before sighing at the commotion a rowdy crowd had created as they entered the already busy bar.
Their greasy hair and dirty baggy clothes created murmurs of annoyance from the patrons.
“Lemme sort these Vamps out, then I can feed ye’ and ye’ can tell me what ye’ found out,” he grumbled and walked towards the chaos in the far corner.
Vampires?! If I was being honest, they weren’t what I was expecting. I always assumed that if vampires were real, they would have been something to really look at, and that their presence would have been magnificent and quite spectacular. The stories they could have talked about, their age and the things they had seen. These vampires looked like a bunch of street rats.
“You’re sick.” A body slid onto the stool next to mine. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was; my mark itched as the smell of cedarwood drifted to me. Internally sighing, I refused to look at him, refused to show him that he affected me in any way, so I did what I do best, and closed my face to any emotion.
“You hear me. You're sick. Your darkness is a poison.” He slurred as he sloshed his glass of Rí’s liquorover his own hands. He was drunk. But as always, the words didn’t hurt because I knew this already. I knew I was sick; I knew I was poisoned with a darkness. I hid my dark thoughts and fantasies as best as I could, ignored the constant noise within my head.
There was nothing this man could say to me that would hurt me, as I knew he didn’t want me. I knew he hated the thought of being mated to me. And although my body and blackened soul called to his, I knew this was different to Rí and Ziel. We had accepted each other’s sickness. We had accepted each other body and soul. Ziel and I had been close to being fully mated. Cole: -he had already told me he didn’t want to be Mated to me, had shown his disdain toward my magic and well...just me. After spending my entire life being beaten and talked to as though I was literal dirt on the humans’ polished shoes, I just didn’t care anymore. I would have my boys. I had Rí and Ziel. I had Ravioli and Jerry. Hell, I even had my first friend Bri.
I just wished my body was on the same wavelength as my head because even with him stinking of strong liquor, a sickness and that weird spicy smell, his cedarwood scent had wrapped around me and had me squeezing my thighs together to stop the heat that was gathering.
Fucking Fates and their stupid games.
“I was getting better, I was...I was losing it.” Scrubbing his hands down his face, he huffed when I still didn’t turn to him, instead turning my head to watch the leprechaun almost fall from the bar from the alcohol he was now drinking instead of serving.
I watched as Rí literally threw two Vamps from the open bar doors, his bright red eyes glowing in excitement over the fight he was no doubt going to win. I shook my head and gave a small grin. The dragon deserved to have his fun after being alone and grumpy for so long.
I had no idea what Cole was losing but I didn’t care.
I didn’t.
“You just…just accept it! It’s not working anymore. I can’t remember…” Slamming his hand down onto the bar he slid from his stool and landed in a heap on the floor groaning as he just gave up and laid there.
I sighed. He was a mess. I peered down at him as his bright blue eyes caught mine.
“Why are you here?” I asked quietly, tilting my head as he just stared at me, mouth slightly open. When he showed no sign of answering me, I rolled my eyes, hopped down from the stool and grabbed his arm. Heaving his heavy ass into a sitting position I snarled, “Give me some help here witch.”
He fumbled about before dragging himself to his feet and leaning heavily on my shoulder with drooping eyes.
“Damn Dark Witch–”
“Just shut up,” I snapped before I started to drag him towards the hallway leading to the stairs to Rí’s quarters.
This drunken idiot needed sleep. I hated that I needed to help him. In fact I was so annoyed at myself I almost dropped him at the bottom of the stairs and left him there, but then he whispered so quietly I thought I’d mistaken him at first.
“I can’t...can’t get her out of my head. I wish I could just accept it.” Lifting a strand of my hair to his nose, he inhaled, before closing his eyes and smiling.
“My Mate, she’ll know what to do. She can stop him.”
What? Stop who? His Mate? Me?
