Okay here is the sequel to 'My Immortal' I'm warning you now this fic does not have a fairytale ending. You have been warned. So without further adieu, the first chapter. Please R&R.
Casualties of War
2 months later
"What have you done!" the Queen rages "You were supposed to forget him! Do you not remember your vow or were they merely hollow words. You are weak." She spits "You have always been weak, and look where it has gotten you, running out of His room, half dressed and reeking of Him in the middle of the night!"
I know, I know…it was a mistake. My words sounding hoarse even in my own mind. How could I have let this happen, he was only trying to apologise and I…seduced him. It was not meant to happen, my heart overpowered my mind and sensibilities. Now look where it has gotten me. Creeping down the hallway towards my own room, shame burning a twisting hole in my gut. What am I going to do? I cannot face him again…not after this.
The thought of not seeing him again slices my heart to ribbons, as if it was not already broken, wrenching a sob from my throat. Crying, I continue to my room, the door whooshes open at my approach. Once inside I collapse to my knees, the grit of the floor digging into my bare skin. I allow my grief and shame to swallow me leaving only heartache and despair. The tears stream down my face and land soundlessly on the floor. I quickly lessen my presence in the link, so I will appear to be sleeping. I do not want the others to see me this way. Why do the spirits see fit to torment me this way! What did I do to deserve this? He dose not love me, he can't even remember me. How can I go on, knowing the shame I have brought upon my name and that of the Hive's. Just by allowing him to live, I have put my own selfish desires before the needs of the Hive, my people. As Queen I should have known better. My subjects have already sensed the change, the…human in him. It is not difficult to detect. The stench of the human parts waft from him, like smoke from a fire. I have been so selfish in my desire not to loose him a second time, but my commanders have been expressing their concern, not seeing the prudence in keeping him alive, now that we know where Earth is. I know I have been avoiding the issue.
I remember hearing, in my childhood, tales of Queens who lost their mates, most died. Their grief overwhelming them, but others lived, but were no longer the powerful leaders of their Hives. They were merely shells of their former selves, the Dead Queens. By allowing their grief to consume themselves they were leaving their Hive and subjects leaderless and susceptible to attack. I could not do that to them. They are the only family I have left, my father dead before I even got to know him, my mother lost in the war against the Lanteans and my mate, gone yet still here. It is not as if we had any children either, but not for lack of trying. His mother was experiment on, by the Lanteans, when she was pregnant with him and afterwards she could conceive no more, and we are unable too.
Panic is welling within me. I don't know what to do. I do not want to become a Dead Queen, nor do I want to kill him. I have no other options, I must pick my poison. I gasp as my stomach rebels, clenching powerfully till I feel that I may faint. I am not strong enough to cope without him. I nearly died when I lost him the first time, when the Lanteans stole him. It took the energies of two humans to bring me back from the void between life and death. The pain worsens and I collapse onto the floor.
I open my eyes, only to find myself in a dark room, two others occupy the room. I glance down at myself and discover that my clothes have changed. I am sitting on the floor, dressed in white hospital garbs. The two shadowy figures walk casually towards me one is male and the other female. Suddenly the female lunges towards me and wraps her fist in my hair, dragging me to my feet. I scream in agony as she snarls at me, her face inches from my own. I gasp in shock, s-she is my mother.
"Mother," I whimper, terrified. "your hurting me."
She cackles at my pathetic and weak voice. "You call yourself a Queen, you have some nerve. You are pathetic," she suddenly releases me and I crumple to the floor. She stalks around me as she continues her tirade "you are weak. Did you learn nothing from my example. I am a great Queen. I put the needs of the Hive before my own and what do you do," She laughs again "you sleep with him. You are weak. You know what must be done."
I shake my head at her words, I can't do it. I can't kill him.
"How sad," My head jerks up as the male speaks, his voice mocking. "poor little girl. Does it hurt, did I hurt you," He looks upon my crumpled form with a sympathy that quickly morphs into sadistic glee. "Did I break your heart. You know I will never love you. I used you for your warmth, but your silly broken heart blinded you to that. I could never love you my dear… I hate you," He grabs me harshly by the throat, reenacting what happened in his room two months prior. This time he doesn't stop squeezing. I feel once again the tightness, but this time I don't fight him. I gasp as I struggle to breathe, his hand around my throat making that impossible. My hands scratch at his, but to no avail. I can't breathe, I don't think that I…
A scream tears itself from my throat as I sit up from the floor. I quickly grab at my throat, as I struggle to calm my racing heart. I hear someone speak "My Queen, are you well,"
I turn my head towards the voice and see one of my commanders looking at me, concern etched plainly on his face. Behind him are my personal guards, standing protectively over me. "you should go to the infirmary, milady," At my questioning look he gestures towards my hands. Slowly I turn my hands over, palm up, and my eyes widen at the blood covering them.
"What happened." I ask him, a tremor in my voice.
"We could sense your panic, my Queen. When we came to assist you, we saw you clawing at your throat,"
My eyes widened at his pronouncement and my head snapped round to face him.
"but when I touched your shoulder, you woke up," I turn from his face to stare at my hands.
"come milady, you need medical assistance."
Nodding I allow one of my guards to lift me, with surprising gentleness, and carry me towards the infirmary. Although I appeared silent, my mind was repeating the dream, his last words ringing in my ears. 'I hate you.' My beloved would never hurt me so, he loved me. This new Wraith…Michael, is a danger to everyone on this ship. I now know what I must do. The Hive must be purged of the corruption and filth. Michael must die.
Oooh, suspense. Well, reviews will help me write the next part faster. So please R&R.