Page 85 of My Dark Obsession
“What are you on about?” I huffed as I dragged him up the stairs then stopped as I stared at the door handle.
Shit.
I hadn’t thought this through and there was no way I was going to drag this lump back downstairs. Looking over my shoulder at the dark stairway, I contemplated just throwing him down. He was big; he’d be fine right?
“I’m weak. Weak and poisoned.”
Augh, the damn man had become more trouble than I needed.
Huffing again, I slowly reached for the handle and just about managed to open it with the White Witch leaning heavily against my hip and shoulders. I dragged Cole through the door as he wrapped my hair around his finger and mumbled more nonsense about how he just couldn’t remember, but there was so much blood.
After dragging him across the floor and practically falling onto the bed with him, I stood over him panting.
“What blood, Cole?” I managed to get out over my wheezing. I was really out of shape.
Laying on his back he stared at me through tired glassy eyes. The more I stared back, I realised how tired he looked, how pale he was, how he was actually looking quite thin. My mark burned with the need to look after him. My stomach swam with coldness. Something was wrong. I could just feel it.
His hand circled my wrist with more strength than he looked to have and pulled me forward, so I fell on top of his chest, my hair creating a curtain around our faces.Hiding us from the world. I couldn’t help the gasp at our closeness.
“I don’t want to hurt anymore. I don’t want to do it anymore,” he whispered to me, his voice low and full of pain.
“Do what?” I whispered back. My heart began to beat faster as my hands pushed at his chest, lifting my head to frown down at him. Someone was hurting him. I didn’t know who, didn’t know how, but I could feel his pain reaching out towards me, searching for our Mate bond to heal him.
His eyes were now closed as he soundlessly moved his mouth in a name I couldn’t understand.
“Cole.” I shook at his hard chest. It did nothing but cause him to groan and wrap his arms around me. He pulled me in tightly as he drunkenly drifted off. My core heated more as I felt his cock grow between us. My breath hitched with the need to reach down and press my lips to his.
Ugh the fucking Mate bond.
No. I didn’t want this! But just because I didn’t want it, didn’t mean I couldn’t see if he needed medical aid in some way.
I pulled back from him, pushing against his tight hug as he mumbled more nonsense.
“I’m dark, so fucking dark. My mind, it asks me to do things…sick…so sick.”
Frowning down at him, I started to understand slightly that he thought the darkness within him made him sick, made him unworthy of being pure. So someone, I didn’t know who, was doing something to him to make him less…dark?
“Being Dark doesn’t make you unpure,” I whispered down to him. “Being Dark isn’t what makes people sick. Having these thoughts or being different doesn’t make you unworthy; it just makes you,you.You have to accept who you are and fucking embrace it. Let it empower you, enrich you! Allow its Darkness to fester and grow within you!” I trailed off as my eyes grew wide.
That was it.
The acceptance.
I had to accept the Darkness within me.
It wasn’t the power, the fact I was a witch or had Mates’, and it wasn’t Wisteria. It was the darkness within me, the constant noise within my head, my deep obsessions and possessive need towards the people that weremine.
That odd vibration began to tingle along the soles of my feet within my thick boots. It travelled up my calves and swirled around my lower back were my Circle Mark resided.
This time, I closed my eyes, breathed deeply and allowed it to continue its path.
It travelled around my waist, up my stomach before settling within my chest, where utter peace consumed my entire body.
I was a Dark Witch, with a Darkness within me.
And I accepted that.
Opening my eyes, I grinned. My skin practically glowed and my long hair floated above me, standing on its ends. I looked bad-fucking-ass!
