Chapter 205: CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIVE

But I wasn't shocked.

No, I didn't feel anything but the numbness that coursed through my mind and body, making me smile at the view of myself.

For the first time in my existence, I accepted without any reservation, everything I am, and how I looked. I wasn't happy per se, deeper feelings were beyond my reach but acceptance and content were definitely wrapped around me.

At least I was until I was in the heat of the moment, undressing a shocked but definitely excited Lucas and somebody decided to pull of my door.

I turned around, livid and with my fingers turning blue with ice when I saw who it was, making my mouth widen.

My heart did so many flips, shock, definitely but some sort of unreal excitement that he flouted his father's orders for me. It was probably toxic considering he's here to reclaim his ownership of me and force me into his life but the consequences of that was unimaginable and yet, he was here.

“Alaric?” I whispered in shock, still finding his presence here unbelievable and also, considering the fact he met me on top of another man had my head in a turmoil.

But that clarity and overwhelming feeling of different emotions began fading, replaced by apathy.

I didn't care how he'd feel about what he was seeing and I couldn't care less if he was heartbroken or something, all of this is his fault.

But I stood up regardless and walked towards my clothes on the ground, leaving room for him to fly straight down to Lucas on the bed who began getting the beating of his life.

Funny enough, he was fighting back and holding his own too.

I looked between them and an equally shocked Octavio who wasn't fazed by my state of undress.

“Is it just me or that's definitely not a human?” I asked as I put back my clothes on.

“It's Damian. I can feel his pull on me,” he replied with a cough and he ran downstairs immediately.

But his words stung, holding my mind in turmoil. At every chance he got, that demon was trying to get into me and he nearly succeeded this time around but as usual, Alaric has impeccable timing.

I watched as they fought each other in the now destroyed bedroom, trying to destroy the body they both occupied.

I wanted to help, there was power in me now but I was terrified of overdoing it. I mean, what if I killed Lucas? He was a victim in this madness all over again all because of me.

He was living his life and instead of me going about my day and getting drunk like I'd planned to, I went there, getting him mixed up.

I suddenly had the urge to visit hell and have an actual conversation with the bastard, with Kaiden by my side though. I might be angry and scared of him but I wasn't about to confront an enemy we both shared who was his match, alone.

But that was by the way, this fight was taking longer than usual and Alaric had began getting injuries.

“Alaric?” I called out, making him pause as I'd expected and I poured ice shards straight past him to his brother who promptly disappeared at the incoming onslaught of ice, leaving the human to bear the consequences; as usual.

“Lucas run!” I screamed at him, terrified of the consequences of my actions.

Those two seconds of me screaming at him only managed to get him to look at me as I froze the only person that had genuinely liked me to death.

I ran towards him, icy tears dripping from my eyes but I couldn't dwell on such oddity.

I began hitting the ice, hoping to break him out of it and hopefully save him but it was of no use, me touching the ice o ly intensified it and I crumbled to the ground in tears.

Suddenly, I felt a steady heat on the block of ice before me, melting it.

I looked back at see a beaten down Alaric helping me to thaw Lucas out of the ice house I'd made of him.

Everything was too much for me, I wanted to cry but I was feeling apathetic again and I screamed out loud in frustration.

I wanted to feel, I needed to. I couldn't just accept the cold, masking everything I needed to be.

It was stronger than me however and in no time, my tears stopped coming and I just knelt down there, feeling nothing.

Suddenly I felt weak for the first time in a long while.

I folded into myself on the floor, my thoughts blank.

I'd killed my father, made excuses for it and now I had killed my friend too.

I was sinking in a pool of self hatred when Octavio walked into the room and carried out his dead body.

Alaric came and lay next to me on the ground, looking weaker than I'd ever seen him.

“It's not your fault,” he whispered and took my cold hand in his.

“You're lying,” I replied, my voice unrecognizable.

“He was possessed and I wasn't strong enough to send the bastard out of him fast enough. I should have been able to but I was too weak. I'm too weak,” he lamented.

“You really want to blame yourself. It's fine,” I said, turning around so I would stop feeling this way.

It was like with him, the war between me and the ice intensified. He made me feel more than usual, making the cold harsher and more determined to coat ‘me’ into the state of quietness that a frozen island experienced.

But Alaric put his hand around my waist and dragged me closer to him on the bed, and all I could do was feel.

This time, the tears were hot, real and overwhelming.

“I murdered him. I should be locked up, please call the police before this gets out of hand. I can't control it. Alaric!”

“Shhh, I've got you baby. You're never going to kill anyone else again. Besides, no prison is strong enough to hold you. It'll just be a death sentence on whoever is there with you but once we get back to Romania, we'll begin your training, okay?”

“No!” I snapped, jumping out of his arms and standing up. “I'm not going anywhere with you. I came here because I don't want to be with you and if you hadn't come here, Lucas wouldn't have died and you know what's crazy? He actually loves me and wouldn't use me for sick, twisted games!”

He looked confused and it pissed me off that he still wanted to pretend he wasn't a terrible person.

“Come on Spitfire, you don't really mean that. Why would I play any games with you? You're my soulmate!”

“Then why did you mark me? You are still pretending that you did this for such a good cause when I know fully well you just wanted to take away my freedom so you can turn me into your slave for eternity!” I screamed, looking at him with disdain.

“You've got to be kidding me. Why would you even think that? I literally can't hurt you!”

“Oh come on, stop the lies. I've already read everything I need to know about it,” I snarled, holding my hands behind my back.

I was scared of what I could do with the anger in my head at that moment.

But instead of replying to me, Alaric produced a knife from thin air and attacked me with it, slicing my shoulder.