200 - Only A Struggle Away
Delice laid there on the bed, surrounded by absolute darkness as she wept. George’s words echoed in her mind over and over again. She pulled the pillow over her head and wept into it.
It was terrible to feel so alone, even though she knew she wasn't. Her daughter loved her and every moment they spent together made up for how much time they had lost. Aunt Alice was starting to accept her and Zezi wasn't making anything difficult for her.
Not just that but she had been really lucky not to have been executed for treason and Laura and the manipulative White Circle was no longer in her life.
She had practically escaped unscathed by her participation with the White Circle’s activities. Certainly, she was very grateful of how far she had made it and how many things had changed.
But George's approval seemed to be the most important thing to her at the moment. Her connection with his Ka’ik was something that filled a hole in her heart, she knew that if only George saw her a little less like the murderer of his family that she was not, then they could possibly explore the bond between them.
He could feel it too, she knew. But he hated her and for crimes she didn't commit, he punished her.
She pulled the pillow away, crying harder.
This punishment she would accept, as long as didn't take their daughter from her, this suffering was little to what she would sacrifice.
Desperate knocks at the door!
At first, she wanted to ignore it but the knocks came again. She pulled herself away from bed and threw the door open. Before she could react, George had forced his way inside.
No, Ka’ik. It was Ka'ik.
His eyes raked over her, trying to find the damage George had done to her while he had been mysteriously put to sleep. Everything that had happened between him stepping into the Witch’s room and him leaving, he couldn't remember.
What had he done to her?!
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for him.” He tried to hold her but she moved away from him.
He shook his head, recollecting.
“You can be with Mira,” the words rushed out of his mouth. “He doesn't know what he is saying.”
“You shouldn't be here,” Delice said, oddly calm. As she turned away from him and walked into the room. “You should leave.”
“Don't punish me for his crimes.”
“His crimes?” She stopped and turned back to him slowly. “His?” She was facing him now. “You are supposed to be in sync. Together.” With defeat, she signed. “He is right. This is all my fault.”
“No. It is his fault.” He covered the distance between them in two large strides and cupped her face. “He is doing things I don't approve of and that makes us drift apart. He is doing this to us. Soon enough the control will be mine and we will be together.”
“No!” She pulled away from him once again, shocked. “That is a risk to your life! To pull control from each other at such great lengths. You are supposed to share. You are supposed to be one.”
“We are one.”
She walked away, pacing around the room. Silently blaming herself for everything that had gone wrong with him.
“You carry my mark, you are my mate–”
She pulled her hand over where his mark should be but was now fading away.
“No,” she said quietly.
“What does that mean?” He started walking to her. His question was directed at something else. The fading mark.
He has seen it.
She hadn't been fast enough, but didn't know this. So she said, “we must find our different paths in life. George,” she paused, looking intently at him. “I only want to be Mira’s mother. Please, consider all the years I have been forced to live without her, grieving her, thinking that she was dead. I understand how you feel, I understand your grief— I understand why you hate me, therefore I am ready to let our bond go.”
He paused, the colours of his eyes switching.
George could hear her then.
“Just don't take my daughter away from me please. That is all I ask. Nothing more. Just let me be her mother.”
His eyes were red once again and he continued walking towards her.
“What about me then, Delice?” He stopped in front of her. “What about me?”
She shook her head as tears streamed down her face. “It wasn't meant to be. I'm sorry.”
He wiped away her tears before she could and pulled her into his arms before she could protest, just as quickly as his canines found her neck; marking over his mark, rendering George's effort of ending the bond, useless.
Delice went limp in his arms, as her blood unavoidably went down his throat from the bite.
His eyes were switching colours again but this time there was a new one in the midst.
From red to brown then to an eerie blue.
He laid Delice on the bed as quickly as he could with a deep grunt of pain and struggled his way out of the room, clenching and banging his hand against his chest.
The air was tight in his lungs and it felt too difficult to breathe.
Loud and filled with agony were his breaths.
He stumbled into a room and slammed the door. It echoed around him along with the pain in his head.
He crumbled to the floor, shutting his eyes from the pure torture that spilled through his veins as he forced his agonizing cries to with quiet with too many painful gnashed of his teeth. Then finally he looked up, to realize that he was in the room of statues. But soon enough that made no sense to him, because in a second, he curled over and started coughing up blood.
Something seemed to be stopping his shouts of pain from leaving his throat. It felt like he would explode with this pain.
Death was only a struggle away.
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