So I wanted to do this chapter in someone else's POV. I had a chapter planned out, kind of, but it got deleted by the no battery left sign and I didn't want to retype hundred, over a thousand words, when it wasn't that good of a chapter anyway. So I'm going to have this chapter from… Revans POV!
It isn't my style to just keep with the romance but this is needed for the story plot so you are going to have to deal with the fluff and drama for now. Next chapter should be back into the action!
Revans POV
The lady that had spilt coffee on Crystal had bought us a room in a modest, local hotel down the road about a mile from the scene. This town was always nice and had an old fashioned charm about it that made it a good place for Spirit Wolves to visit. In this town the Fey could not enter unless granted permission by an Alpha, which I had done for Puck when we came into this town and Baraga. Baraga was the opposite of this town, Crystal knew it, and took advantage of it. I hadn't expected her to manipulate the kind woman; I just thought she'd ask for a place to stay.
Puck had been good about helping me get her through the front doors without causing a scene about her injury, glamouring it out of mortal sight. I trusted Puck, Robin Goodfellow, with our lives. He's one of my oldest friends and trusts me. We've known each other since the time that he had stolen the Ring of Lightening from the lightening God. I had been tracking him down but he managed to trick me into a bargain, and this was when I was very young and before I got a 'Pack', that said if I helped him get away, unscathed, from the lightening God then I could have the ring. That was the beginning of our crusade between the worlds, generally just pissing people off.
Then I had heard of Maxilim, the Alpha of Alphas, had a child with the Winter Queen. I was baffled. Everyone who knew about it was baffled. It wasn't out of pure lust, or romance, or love. Crystal, my mate, was created out of trickery. Maxilim wanted a child, a powerful one, for an agenda that has not been named, so he turned to the coldest, meanest, most powerful ones who would be willing to do it. Titiana and Mab. Titiana was complicated. He tried to trick her but failed. She was too enamored at the time with a human girl she brought to court and wouldn't give anyone the time of day to say hello. So, he turned to Mab. He waited until there was a night where she had some wine to drink, slipped a potion of Desire into her drink, and approached her. He had asked the Queen for a dance, not caring about the social rules, and she accepted the dance, her eyes filled with desire. Later that evening, Crystal was conceived.
I had interest along with Puck so we went to the town that she was being kept at. The town was filled with iron and had a strong barrier around it. Once it was discovered that Crystal's fey heritage was dominant he had trapped her there to die off. The process was only supposed to take a few weeks. But she lasted longer than what should have been possible, making her father furious. Maxilim allowed the three princes to enter the no fey zone and take her back to faery so he could do the deed himself.
So I decided that I wasn't going to let him murder my only pack member. I snuck into the Unseelie Territory and guarded her, made sure that she slept on her bed, and filled her dance card for her welcoming ball. Now that our telepathy abilities have formed we're inseparable. I already searched through her thoughts, though that can only be done with current thoughts, and dreams, fears and hopes, knowing everything about her. I need to teach her about the ways of the Spirit Wolf so that she could understand that she needed to resist her Unseelie nature and not become soulless.
Puck opened the door to our room that rested on the bottom floor, immediately searching through the mini fridge in search of food and drinks for himself. I carried Crystal into the room, ignoring her protests and keeping my anger at her in mind. All the way here she had been trying to figure out what she had thought that made me upset. I could feel her almost nonexistent, like all of her emotions, confusion.
Crystal is beautiful. Petite curves that are muscled, pale completion, eyes that are blacker then a night without stars, and black hair that's soft and short, though uneven. Like all sidhe she has pointed ears and inhumanly beautiful looks, but she had distinct features that mark her as a Spirit Wolf. The soul in her shines through her eyes and the small, frosty freckles splattered across her nose, and her scent, water, which is her element.
She winced with each step, and I tried to smooth the ride for her. She stared at me intensely, keeping her face emotionless when, on the inside, her emotions were confused and her thoughts often drifting toward lustful thoughts before snapping back to her musings. But that was natural for even half Spirit Wolves; to lust after their chosen someone.
If I wasn't upset with her then I would probably be allowing my thoughts to travel to similar places and do some exploring. Since she had basically thought that our special connection was weird and gross, implying that she didn't want me, made me a little more than angry.
I rested her on the bed, being as gentle as possible. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down beside her. I sat on the edge of the bed and held her cold hand. She was like a moving block of ice that weighed so little, and was colder then snow. How winter fey survived without heat is a mystery to me. The burn and passion of fire is something that everyone needs in their lives. Fire means heat, life, and destruction and passion.
"Ugh, please don't tell me that you two are planning on doing the dirty duggy. I just got you to stop that under a day ago." Puck comments and drinks his soda whilst holding a bag of chips.
Why won't you talk to me? She asks through our special communication. She couldn't naturally read my thoughts and dreams unless she focused on it for a few minuets'. It was surprising that she could even send me mind messages.
Because you insulted our connection. It's an insult to think that you wouldn't want to share this with me. With Puck I can understand. He's a big enough handful outside of our minds. She laughed at the last part, which was what I was going for.
Sorry.
That I was taken aback by. She hardly ever said that she was sorry, in all of her life. And even when she did it sounded forced and insincere. This sounded honest, and she felt like it to. Her hand slid farther up my arm and I moved down toward her slowly. We both could feel Puck's grimace. He got up and walked out the door, undoubtedly going to say hello to the rest of the hotel and its staff members with a few pranks.
I brush my nose against hers and wait, loving the feel of her rising frustration at my distance. The longer we're together the harder it gets to keep distancing yourself from your chosen someone. It's like putting two magnets apart and there pull keeps getting stronger. Eventually, whether they want to or not, they are pulled to each other. Considering she's only half she must not be noticing it as much as a full blood would.
Why does the iron burn so much now? Before it wasn't nearly as bad.
This was one I had to ponder for a moment. It didn't make much sense that the hurt suddenly increased out of nowhere, there had to be a logical explanation for it. To distract her while I thought I placed a kiss on her upper lip, feeling her cold lips resist at first, then melt and softly kiss back. Then, having my answer, I pulled back and stared into her dark eyes.
Because in faery your fey side got stronger and healed. Since you were born you sat in that iron filled town and felt that pain for all of your life. It was the pain and sick feeling that you got so used to that you couldn't remember was there.
When she was small she got sick a lot. Her parents and the doctors thought it was because of a weak immune system, but it was because of the iron. Around the time when she was three I had to steal her away in the night and bring her into the woods, a party, or somewhere where there was lots of glamour for her to regain some strength before she had to be put back. Of course, she didn't remember that. I had to stop when she got around ten because that was the time when she left herself and prowled the streets to get away from her family.
The lights went out and the door closed. Crystal grinned mischievously and grabbed my arms, rolling me to the other side of the bed in a single motion and rolled on top, her expression tightening from the pain. I opened my mouth to protest and tell her to wait until she was healed to be moving around, and was stopped, the extremely cold feel of hands going down my chest. Goose bumps spread over my skin, making her impish grin grow slightly bigger. Her freezing hands stop at the belt up my pants.
My heart raced and my breathing quickened. My hands went to her hips and slid up her waist,
Not so fun to be teased, is it? She brushed herself against me and I grit my teeth, tilting my head back.
Not fair.
I look in her mind, figuring out her agenda. She had finally accepted our relationship a while ago, but wasn't acting on rational thoughts. Her thoughts were fuzzy and impossible to understand; only raw animal instinct motivated her.
My instincts pulled at me to respond and almost made my body act without permission. I didn't follow it. Even then it was hard to not think about where she was leading this conversation. And the more I thought about it the more I liked it.
Crystal saw my resistance and leaned down and pressed her lips to mine, thinking thoughts so I could hear. Too bad this can't go too far. Because I barely know anything about you.
You can. I break the kiss, both of us breathing hard. Just look into my memory. I kiss the spot below her ear, behind her jaw line, making her gasp and her hands grip my shoulders hard. Nibbling on her cold skin, I rendered her thoughtless, making her moan. We stayed like that, me kissing and biting her skin, her trying to gain control of her thoughts long enough to form a word.
It could go further is you let it. I could make you happy if you stopped resisting our relationship, I paused to feel just how deep her thoughts were in the gutter. She thought of our clothes on the floor and us under the blankets, making it so tempting to live those fantasies, but it was too soon. We need time before we do something that serious. And she knew it too.
There won't be a relationship to have if you come with me.
Why? There was no answer. She stayed silent and caught her breath, fighting the lustful thoughts and regaining control of herself. Crystal got up and slid off of me, wincing at the pain on her ribs the entire way. Why? I ask again. Her thoughts were blocked off from me, making me stagger mentally. I had no idea how she did that or how it was even possible. My anger flared at her.
"I can't feel you anymore. Is that normal?" She asked and faced me, genuine curiosity in her eyes.
"No." I readjust me pants and stand up with her, keeping my distance lest we forget ourselves again. Then, the connection came back, full and real. We both relaxed.
"It might have been because this whole…connection thing is so new. It might take a while for it too…stay?" That sounded right, but no one else I knew about had this issue.
"Maybe." I put on a teasing smirk and remove my hunting shirt, making her blush. "Now try to keep those thoughts innocent while I take a shower. Or not. At least then I can know just what you want me to do to you."
Crystal huffed and shoved me, wincing again, and stalking out of the room. "I'm going into town to find a party or something, so see you later."
I struck a mocking perverted pose and winked at her. "There's a party in here."
She laughed and opened the door, having her sleeve cover her hand so the metal door knob didn't burn her hand. "I'll go tell Puck you're waiting for him."
"Hey!" She starts running down the hall and I chase after her, hoping that I'd be able to catch her and show her, in the least innocent sense, that I am not gay.
I know I know, it's a short chapter. No one reviewed my last one so you don't get the complete 2,500 words!