discalimer: i don't own the dark guardians (still wish i did, though)
sorry this took me a while to upload, i was really struggling again with what direction i wanted to head in
oh! today is the ONE MONTH ANNIVERSARY of this story! (well, on the 14th, but it's almost 11:30 so whose counting?)
this is my story and i love you for reading it! (:
Chapter 11:
I froze. A mate for a mate? What did that even fucking mean? "I don't understand." I managed to choke out.
Lucas looked grim. He gestured back between our bodies again, "You already said you felt this connection between us. You're my mate, Kayla... and I'm yours."
My face slowly but surely turned red as Lucas's words sunk in. You're my mate, Kayla, and I'm yours. Mate? I was too embarrassed to even contemplate what that word meant. I was struck with nasty images from biology class last year, as wild animals mated and procreated.Key words being: wild and animal. I felt like I was going to throw up.
"Kayla! It's not anything like you're thinking! It's not..." Lucas struggled with himself. "It's not dirty or perverted! It's like soul mates!" I blushed deeper and swallowed loudly. Lucas fisted his hair and groaned, "God, I'm not explaining this right...we belong together. Our souls are a perfect fit, that's all."
I held up a hand in front of Lucas's face, daring him with my eyes to speak again. He obviously got the message and sat there, looking at me patiently. I didn't speak. I needed to sort this out. Ok, think, think. I mentally coached myself. Wait! Devlin had a human...what was the word Lucas used? Something with an "s"?
"Static." Lucas said softly. I jumped about a mile and gasped.
"WHAT?" I was beyond livid. What the fuck was going on? "Lucas," My voice shook with anger, "I want to know everything! ...Now!"
Lucas bent his head downwards and spoke, looking at his knees, "It's the mate connection, Kayla."
"You can- what exactly? Hear what I'm thinking or something?"
"Yeah." He looked up to gauge my reaction, to see how I was reacting, I suppose.
"Can I turn it off?"
"Yes!" Lucas said. He spoke fast, "It takes concentration. I could show you how."
"Ok." I said quietly. I tuned Lucas out again, and focused back on my thoughts, now painfully aware I had an audience. What was I thinking before he interrupted? Something about Devlin...? Oh! My question resurfaced.
"Lucas, I think you've made a mistake."
"Huh, why?" He looked confused.
"Well," I began slowly, "you said that De-Devlin wasn't supposed to bring home a static mate. Since 'static' means 'human' and I'm human..." I trailed off, hoping he got the gist.
Oh, Lucas got something all right. In fact, I thought he looked downright sick.
"I didn't make a mistake, Kayla." He spoke with a firm conviction.
"Yes, you did!" I insisted. The evidence was all right in front of us. I wasn't a shifter; Lucas was. Two plus two still made four and everything that goes up still must come down. Why wasn't he getting this?
"Please look at me." He murmured. I obliged without hesitation. His silver eyes captured mine, and a frown was etched in his handsome face. He sucked in a deep breath and spoke: "Kayla, you're one of us."
My mouth snapped closed with an audible click.
The word 'us' was so broadly defined these days. 'Us' could be defined as...a person. Or a member of the same planet. Maybe Lucas was part of the same baking club in school Taylor had forced me to join?
Or, my thoughts interrupted, 'us' could mean shifters. That was laughable! I wasn't a-a shifter. I was almost seventeen for chrissakes. I think I would know if I was secretly a wolf all those years!
Plus, Lucas probably just meant something obscure, like...like being a sherpa. I was almost a sherpa. I could completely be an 'us.'
My body tensed and my breathing hitched. Lucas was still starting at me, unmoving, waiting for my reaction. I knew, deep in my heart, that 'us' didn't imply being almost a sherpa, and as far as I knew, I wasn't fucking baking anything.
Lucas spoke again, firmly, "Kayla, you're a shifter."
I did the only rational thing I could think of- I slapped him. Hard. Directly across the face. Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I forced myself up. I took off running. Before I slammed the door closed behind me, I caught one last fleeting look at Lucas. He was in the exact same position, kneeling on the floor, except now, he was holding a hand to his cheek. His face was ashen. My resolve almost shattered. No! I screamed at myself, keep going!
I fled. I took off down the hall, the left this time, the hall I hadn't been in before, and was dumped into another large foyer. Making sure nobody was there, I raced across the room and out the double doors on the other side. A small room off to the right caught my eye. I stumbled in, trying to catch my breathe. I turned sharply and slammed the door closed, thankful it had a lock.
I flicked on the lights and walked to the far side of the room, as far from the door as possible, and collapsed onto a small armchair next to a piano. The rest of the room was bare, aside from the lighted ceiling fan and various paintings on the wall. And a phone! Salvation! I almost yelled from joy.
I grabbed it and dialed the familiar number and was relieved when it started to ring. And ring. And ring. Shit. I just realized I had no idea what time it was. Both my parents could be at work right now, meaning the only one hearing the phone would be Bruno, the tiny kitten my mom was looking after.
I cursed again as I got the machine: "Hi! We're not here right now, but call again later and we'll respond in a jiff!" I half laughed, half sobbed at the ridiculous recording. I had begged my parents to change it, but they both insisted it was cute. God, I missed them. My eyes stung and a single tear made its way down my face. I wished I had memorized their cell phone numbers when I had a chance. I never thought I would need to know them off the top of my head. I always had my phone with me and their numbers were programmed in.
The machine beeped, "Mom, Dad? It's Kayla." My voice cracked, "I just wanted to let you know that I'm awake and just to call me back when you get this. I miss you both." I hung the phone up, feeling alone.
I couldn't have possibly left a message explaining everything that happened these last few hours, could I? My parents would have assumed I was hallucinating on pain pills and they would have called Dr. Brandt.
I paled. Oh god. Dr. Brandt, he knew. I thought back to what he said the day we had taken the path to the hospital. "The forest is special," I remembered him saying, "Would cutting down the forest feel right to you?" Then, when I had answered 'no', Dr. Brandt had said, "I knew you would do well here." Not, I had a feeling, not, I wondered, no. Dr. Brandt had said 'I knew.' He didn't know me. Why else would he have said something like that? There was no other possible explanation. He knew.
Does everyone in this godforsaken town know? Then again, the only people I had seen had here so far were Dr. Brandt and Lucas. Where is everyone else? This town was surprisingly small, but of course there had to be other people, right?
I sank into the armchair again and tried to think. Dr. Brandt had mentioned a daughter- Hailey? Hannah? Hayden? One of those. But where was she? I was wearing her clothes. That meant she couldn't be far away.
Were the clothes even hers? They fit perfectly...too perfectly. No, now I'm just being idiotic. Of course they were his daughter's clothes. It's not like Lucas went out and bought them.
Fuck. Now I wasn't so sure. My neck was slowly started to throb again. With all this, excitement I had almost forgotten my injuries. I lightly skimmed the bandage and was hit by another vicious thought.
Something Lucas had said earlier: 'Devlin's coming for you because of me Kayla...how I feel about you.' Devlin wasn't dead. And, if what Lucas said was correct, Devlin wasn't going to stop. 'A mate for a mate.'
Jesus Christ. I curled up into the armchair, eyes wide, and tried my best to ignore the harsh throbbing in my neck, and my scary thoughts.
With only the light giving my comfort, I was surprised when I slowly drifted off to sleep...
~~OO~~
"...honestly, I thought she would take it better then this!"
I tried to shield myself from the high voice and was almost asleep again when I received a rough shake on my shoulder. I jack-knifed into a sitting position and swiped at my bleary eyes.
I was met with a halo of white-blond hair and deep, piercing blue eyes. "Lindsey?" I croaked.
She nodded solemnly, and looked me up and down. She placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed firmly. "Kayla," she said with attitude, "we need to talk."
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