As our children rush to me and embrace me, the world seems a bit less sad. I feel so tired from the day that i am drained but i can always smile for them. I know in a few moments they will have lots of questions that we will need to answer. At this time they are old enough to receive the answers. I know that bringing them here to meet theri father on his death may haunt them but it is the last thing that i can do for my mate. They hug there mother also and i watch Avery with them. Seeing her with them has always brought a smile to our face. Once they are done embracing, it is then that they notice the others who surround us and the man on the floor. They back toward Avery for comfort and i feel bad for springing this on them in the moment. However, their special talents will be needed in the moment.“Dad?” My son ask as he questions me. I hold my hand out and he comes over to me and pulls his twin sister along. I kneel in front of them as they look at the people that surround us. “Y
As the moon shines I can't seem to focus. So many emotions rush through as i look at my mates. My body feels so light that it seems at any moment i could take flight from the ground. Looking at my mates I can see the two children that stand beside them and yet the anger that the sight should cause isn't there.What I feel instead is indescribable. It is a connection that I know I have longed for forever. It's the connection to my mates that I witnessed so many others have. A connection that brings these tears that I cannot stop down my face. Looking around the rest of the yard in front of the cabin I can see all the others.The dragons that I have manipulated and deceived. The pain in my chest from what I have done is insurmountable. My eyes close as the images play in my head and I want to vomit. My hands claw at my chest wanting to rip my heart out for all the atrocities that I have committed. I don't deserve to be here. I don't deserve to take one more breath on this earth for all
Our children come forward as Salvatore tells them that it is time. I know that this part won't be easy for any of us. Many here will not believe that he deserves such an honorable death. They would be right. But because he is our mate and we allowed hatred to rule him for so long, it is the least that we could do. We can grant him the gift of dying with love.“We will be here until the very end” I promise Slater as I look at him. His heart rate has picked up and I know that he is scared of what is to come. Blind in his hatred he wouldn't have feared death. However, feeling our bond and our love I would imagine it seems so different now.“It's painless dad. It will be just like going to sleep” Young Slay says as he kneels before him with his sister. I couldn't be more proud of my children at this moment. Knowing what they are capable of has always been hard.Marla looks up as someone comes closer and I watch as her dragon shines through. The child has always been too smart for her own
“Dammit Athena, that was the last one here” I hear Jefferson yell downstairs as I start to laugh. If I had to hazard a guess I would say that she once more shredded his robe as soon as he came into the room. The guys enjoyed leaving that fact out as the dragons of their females guarded the eggs. Not that I have minded too much.Since joining the guard under Maximus in the last few months I have always hated the uniform. For the last three days she has yet to let us leave the house. Athena’s way to ensure that we didn't leave was to strip off our clothes for her nest before we even tried. Knowing that he will come up here to complain I get more comfortable on the bed where Iaid out. His angry footsteps coming up the steps make me laugh even harder as he bursts into the room. “I told you that it was a bad idea. You will just have to cook what is here "I tell him as I don't remove my eyes from the book i was reading.“I just wanted to go and get some garlic. It's the only thing that sau
JeffersonWhen I was younger I found the world to be such a cruel place. As two young kids who had no choice but to be on the streets. Every foster home we ran away from. Together as brothers we needed no one else. Eventually that all ended too. It was a normal day. We had just stolen food from the local grocery store. We were eating it in a nearby alley. My twin Morby as I called him, sat with me while we feasted on chips and candy. The smiles on our faces sere filled with Joy as we filled our stomachs. We laughed as we told each other jokes that we had heard from other children who attended school.We set frozen in fear as a shadow appeared over us. For sure this time we were going to get caught as the thieves in the grocery store. At times we felt that sometimes the store owner knew the kinds of kids that we were. We thought that he felt bad because of how we looked. We have been wearing the same clothes for so long that we lost count. Bathing ourselves in open restrooms and in t
Life is painThere is no pain in deathI am the destroyer, the delivererI choose who lives and who diesI am no GodI am a messenger of evilThere is no such thing as happily ever afterThere is death,There are no emotionsIts just me and my knivesThey need me as I need themThey are all I will ever haveMy mantra leaves my mouth smoothly just as it does every morning. Staring at my reflection there is no expression on my face. The scars tell their own story just as the demon that stares back out of my eyes. As I stare I don’t even blink. What would be the point?Once my morning routine is done I do the essentials. The water I use as I wash myself would melt off the skin of others. No matter how hot it gets I will never be clean. I will never be pure. There is nothing in this life that I haven’t taken for myself. I know that today will be a day like any other day. A day that I kill. A day that I come home to wash away the blood on my hands. Just like every other night,
I gulp audibly at the look that he gives me before shoving the doctor out of the room. As he turns his back for that brief moment I square my shoulders. I hear the growl behind me as Jefferson shows his frustration. I should have know pissing this guy off wasn’t a good idea but I just cant hold my tongue. I’ve never been able to. When he turns back toward me his facial expression is blank. I blink rapidly as I try to ponder what it means. I feel as my eyebrows furrow on my face as he stalks toward me. I don’t even know what to do to prepare myself. If I knew that he were angry, I might have tried to run. If he were simply upset I could have tried talking my way out of it.His blank expression however makes it so the only thing I do is fidget while I wait for him to walk over. I focus my gaze on that piercing black one of his. As his muscles bunch and maneuver I have to stop myself from looking at them. His bold movements almost reminds me of a lion stalking its prey. Just as I take
I blink my eyes open as I hear someone come through the door. I shake the sleep away immediately so that I can pay attention. I still don’t feel rested even though something tells me that I did actually sleep. The pain does that to me though. It makes me lose track of how much time I have been here. I know its been at least a few weeks. The first few days I had prayed for those in my clan to come and get me. once the tortured started though, I just wanted them to stay away. I don’t want any of them to suffer as I have been suffering. When my eyes finally focus I expect o see my brother as he stands before waiting. It’s the same each time he comes. He cuts, and cuts, and cuts until I pass out. Sometimes he doesn’t cut at all and he beats me.I can tolerate the beatings. Even though we are the same kind of dragon we can both handle the pain. Its those damn knives of his though that cause pain. They are made from something special that actually allows the metal to pierce my skin. I ha