Sweet Serendipity
Chapter Thirty : Blind Rage

Major J. Whitlock

A. Brandon

When she finally came around, her head was pounding, and what seemed like every part in her body hurt. Her hands and feet that had been crushed and broken over and over again felt as if someone had doused them in kerosene and lit them ablaze. Her eyes ached from the light that lit the room, even behind closed eyes. She felt clean, cleaner than she'd ever felt before, and she still wondered how that was even possible with all her injuries.

Thinking about it now, the last few weeks seem to blur into one big horror story, and the more Alice picked up, the more she remembered, and she didn't want too. Alice wanted to forget. She didn't want to remember anything about what had happened. She didn't want to remember the biting, the hands, the cold, the pain. She wanted to forget it all, forget all the pain.

"Alice..." the voice whispered as her attention turned from her own thoughts to the voice that demanded her attention. "Alice baby I'm here... you're okay darlin'." it added as Alice's vision focussed slightly, the blur still clouding the edges of her sight, but she saw everything she needed too.

He was sitting on the bed beside her, his hands around her own. Wrapped under so many bandages and casts that she barely felt the contact. She wanted to pull her hand from his, but she couldn't form the strength to pull it from his grasp. He was gorgeous. So handsome it hurt to look at him, so much so that Alice couldn't stop the tears that fell from her eyes when the darker part of her mind took her back to the cellar with Samuel. He was good-looking as well. But the Major's face was all she could think about all her time in captivity, and he never saved her. He let her suffer for weeks down there. Tortured and tormented because someone was trying to punish him. She had nothing to do with this.

"G-"

The start came out as a whisper. Like she was breathing. Her throat burned. It ached almost as much as the rest of her body, and Alice was angry at the fact that she had so much to say, and she couldn't even get one word out.

"Just take it easy darlin'. Here... here's some water love. That'll make yer throat a bit better." he offered, bringing a glass of water to her lips considering Alice couldn't take the cup on her own because of her hands.

But Alice didn't want anything from him.

Turning her face away, the Major sighed as he pulled back slightly. "I know your upset darlin', I know yer scared but he's not coming back. I'm not gonna let anythin' happen to ya. Yer safe. Please, please just drink. I can't stand the sight of ya like this, let me help ya get better." his pleading voice had Alice waging the greatest internal battle between taking the water and forgiving him, and not. A part of her wanted too. A part of her wanted to curl into his side and cry her eyes out. But another part, a slightly louder part screamed at her from the deepest depths of her self conscious. It threw her face in every horror she faced over the course of a month. It reminded her of every horror she'd faced. Everything she'd been through at the hands of others because of him, everything she'd be through at the hands of him.

He'd promised to keep her safe before, but what good had that done her? She'd suffered for weeks and he hadn't been able to save her.

Her neck, her blood, her hands, her feet.

Oh god. Her feet...

Her dancing.

Her cheering...

It was all over.

Alice felt herself lapse into another fit of silence tears as she turned and tried to bury her face into her shoulder, into her pillow. She just wanted to be rid of him. It wasn't fair that he was allowed to have this kind of effect on her. He was tearing at her resolve piece by piece and she hated it. She wanted rid of it.

"Ali-"

"Leave..." she finally found the strength to choke out as she felt his eyes on her.

"What?"

"Leave. Now." she choked out once again as the Major felt a sudden rage fill him. Anger, despair, pain, hurt, sadness. It hit him like a tidal wave, and he hated Samuel Carter for it. Suddenly, just killing Carter wasn't enough. He wanted him to suffer. Suffer more than anyone else had. Suffer more than anyone ever would. He wanted Carter to suffer a million times over.

Using his speed, the Major used his abilities to launch himself over to the opposite side of the bed so he knelt face to face with his mate as he tried to catch her eye. He knew that he could make her change her mind. It was one of the perks of her being a human. But she was smarter, even in her groggy state. Alice shut her eyes the second she felt him close, and left them shut even when he leant forwards and she felt his cool soothing breath wash over her skin.

She didn't want to forgive him. A part of her never would, no matter how she felt about him. But she knew how easily a part of her would forgive him if she looked into his eyes now, so she wanted to wait. She wanted to hold onto this pain and hate and anger as long as she could and hope that it would stay with her for longer than she knew it would. She wanted to never forget this hate, this anger she felt. That's what she wanted, that's all she wanted.

"Darlin', darlin'. Look at me Alice, please..." she felt his soothing cold hands trace her cheek, desperate to have her eyes meet his. But under the first impression of serenity that came with his touch, was another memory. It was of Samuel's cold touch, his hands everywhere. His body everywhere, and it made Alice sick to her stomach. But she had nothing to throw up, her weeks of malnourished had made her sick beyond repair of the few weeks she had to recuperate. What Alice didn't know was how long it took to get her to the waking stage. The Major had watched her sleep for what seemed like a lifetime, and he'd been by her side every moment.

He hated not being able to do anything. Char had begged and pleaded with him to take a break, but he couldn't. He couldn't leave her side. He was paranoid that someone would come back, someone would return to hurt his mate, and he couldn't stand the thought that it could happen again. That someone could so easily take her away from him again.

The first time had nearly killed him. To hear her scream as he fought off the other vampires, to hear her cry for him as she was carried off crippled him. His rage was blinding, and had it not been for Peter having his back, there was a chance the Major would have been more severely damaged in the fight.

They searched for weeks, the Major lost three of his best trackers because of their inability to to find his mate. How hard could it be to find one girl. For weeks they searched, the Major never stopped looking, not once. They had her scent masked, he looked everywhere, searched everywhere. The mountain of bodies only grew to massive volumes while he was on the hunt, and that was with the calming reassurance that Peter provided for him.

The Major could still smell him on her. Still smell his scent laced within hers, and that thought alone was torturous enough. Almost so much that he was frighteningly close to injecting his venom into her system and changing her just to rid her of the invasive smell. He couldn't stand that someone else had gotten the better of him on his own mate. It was sickening. He couldn't stand it.

But he also couldn't do that to Alice.

He couldn't take that choice away from her.

Not after he'd already ripped so much away from her already.

Jasper sat back and ran a hand through his hair, wondering when it was that he'd become so soft.

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