To all of you who have it up to the mountain peeks with me- I owe you.
Summary~ Haunted whispering echoes. Damning her into the darkest corner. She was supposed to be the light to his darkness.. He possesed it, not her, but she was willing to chase after it to find peace in his embrace. Forever forgetting that Dark Solitue.
It had started again, the whispers that hurt.
They don't want you. They hate you. You're just a pest manifesting in their lives.
Rebecca turned her ear away from the voice, going into distress at the scratch at the voice, huddling as close to the warmth of the bark of the tree that stood in the middle of the swampy surroundings. It always came back, always, whispering the same things.. And she was beginning to believe them.
Join us. We will help you. Join us.
The second hideous voice chimed in making her cringe and bring her small hands over her ear, a blast of frigid wind making her soul shiver, draining her strength. At once a wave of warmth cocooned her, warm arms surrounded and soft lips pressed against her forehead.
Stay with us, mon petite, sweet little life.
Rebecca latched onto the presence, shuddering when the whispering became insistent, raising in volume and came out in octaves, jerking her soul back to them. The warmth immediately disappeared, being replaced by chilling tentacles wrapping around her body, her arms, her neck. Choking, strangling. Demanding obedience.
Her physical body started moving restlessly in her mother's womb, the thundering of her heart skipping beats.
Jaxon Daratrazanof jerked her tear filled gaze away from her husband's, staring down in horror at her swollen stomach. "No" a strangled breath left her, her curved hands sprawling over the exposed creamy skin, looking for a way to physically help her unborn child. "Lucian".
"Stay strong, Honey" Lucian ushered, her fingers curling around her neck for a deep massage while his other held the curve of her stomach lightly, "just breath for her, follow my lead so she can follow yours"
"She keeps getting farther away, Lucian".
"We won't let her, just keep her to you" Lucian's voice was iron, his head leaning on the side of hers as he let his eyes droop down and he exited his body, into hers. Jaxx shifted, thrusting her hand into his thick hair as an anchor. She felt him, a soothing flow of energy giving her hope.
It had been going on all six months of conception, the constant battle for their little girl's life. Their Prince had told them of the extensive care it took to extract the parasites and evil influence from the fetus's mind, offering to aid them by sending them a cherished healer, Ivory Malinov, over to the states. Both Lucian and Jaxx refused, knowing the uprising of the vampires and mages alike that would stop at nothing to cut off any support from the Prince. Traveling was too risky for any who were in the Carpathian Mountains.
Stay with us, mon petite, our bright light.
She clenched her eyes shut, taking a deep break and letting the pressure of Lucian's head and hand steady her, clearing all negativity from her thoughts and focused on the small life she carried. She was so small, so fragile, but she had fought ever since the first beat of her bud sized heart. It had amazed Lucian's brother, Gregori, that their small bundle had survived so long with just the two of them to keep her above the influence.
The baby shifted again, her heart beat finally taking the lead of her parents' hearts, settling down. The mental connection to her mind cleared, allowing them both access once more.
Rebecca shuddered as she scurried out of the tree's rotted roots that she had been dragged down with those horrible insects and those persistent voices. Her eyes shifted restlessly over the colorless field before she found strength in her soul to run towards the warmth of the mist in the tall grass. The small particles of mist clung to her skin, blanketing her as she huddled down into the protection of its roots, hiding from the searing view of the ominous tree.
Rest, mon petite, sweet one.
The soothing voice stroked her, lightening her soul, and she soon found herself letting the light sweep her away into soothing rest until the next time they all knew would come again, the ongoing struggle with the whispering.
She woke with a small cough, scrunching her nose against the spiked ends of her mother's hair that was pressed against her face, the constant movement making it scrape gently strokes against her cheek and small nose. Smell was the first thing to process, the soothing aromas of healing herbs and candles, then sound, the brush of materials as the movements increased, labored breathing against her ear, then the feel of arms and hands against her body.
Cry. Please cry, mon petite, our little survivant.
Sound. The warm voice that always talked to her. It held warmth, a deep voice that promised protection and devotion, it made her heart stutter, made her realize she was forgetting something.
Breath, mon petite, just breath for us, we beg of you.
She obeyed the plea, letting a rush of radiate oxygen fill her premature lungs then out.
Than the small, broken, cries filled the room.
Jaxon let out her own cry of relief escape her as their daughter fought for air, her body coming alive from the rock like state it was in when she was forced into labor a whole month earlier than planned. She came out as still as death, now the sight of her flailing limbs lifted the terrible weight from her chest. Jaxx looked up at Lucian who was crouched next to them, head buried in the crook of her arm that held their child, blood red tears slowly leaking down its length.
She lifted her teary gaze to his brother who had gathered his life mate in his arms as she took blood from him, replacing it from the struggle of the birthing process, "Francesca, Gabriel" they looked up at her, a warm smile offered, "thank you, so much… she wouldn't have made it without your guidance".
"No" Francesca denied, shaking her head, dark locks swaying gracefully at the action, "your little survivant is exactly what she is called, she could not have found life without the love of you both" her gaze softened, "we ourselves must get back to our own, I am sor-"
"You have done a wonderful job" Jaxx soothed, "go, we will inform you of any progress" she looked up at Gabriel, a playful smile tugging at her lips, "you'll hear it, I'm sure, from this blabbering fool" she stroked Lucian's locks, detangling any knots that were found.
"Enjoy it before she starts walking, then" Gabriel's eyes glinted with humor, "then, you won't be talking about her, you'll be running after her".
"Shew" Lucian's voice chuckled, making the child's cries come to a hiccupping halt, the vibrations coming off of him to her form catching her attention, as well as the voice itself, "don't ruin my glory, brother"
"As you wish frère" He bowed slightly, even when meaning it to be mockingly, he couldn't help the happiness for his brother show on his face before he and Francesca faded out of the room.
Rebecca turned her head, but before she could fully turn it, she was brought down, away from the warmth, and just as fear was about to grab a hold of her, the fear of those whispering voices, before she saw two brilliant faces that set her at ease.
"Mon petite" The man sighed, trails of color running down his cheeks, "what a long journey you've had".
Thin eyelids blinked over brown iris's, fascinated.
They man continued, "beautiful eyes just like your mère" his eyes strayed to the woman, making the little girl follow his lead, to the woman with blond spikes framing a delicate face, and cinnamon eyes sparkling back at her.
"Hair just like your father's" the woman winked at her. They both laughed, like music to her small ears...
They will tire of you quickly. You will be useless.
They were still there.
Hope you enjoyed! Review if need be.