The Unexpected Duo- Chapter 6: Myra

“I King Vladimir Dmitry Slavocovich, deny your release.” Vladimir growled out angrily.

“Vladimir, you have to accept my denial.” I responded, feeling my temper rising. Didn’t he understand we couldn’t be together. I couldn’t betray my family like that.

“No Myra. I will never accept your release from this bond. We aren’t our ancestors. You can’t blame me for what happened to your family, and I can’t blame your hatred for what my ancestors did to yours…” Vladimir started out.

“Not my ancestors Vladimir. It would be different if the killings were that long ago.” I whispered, my mind recalling the day my family had been murdered.

Vladimir tilted his head in confusion.

“I watched as a vampire slaughtered my entire family.” I replied, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill once again.

“When did this happen?” Vladimir asked, I could feel his anger increasing. I wasn’t sure if it was because he thought I was lying, or the fact that he was angered by the fact a vampire had slaughtered a family of innocents.

“Almost eighteen years ago, right before my second birthday. It was by fate that I managed to escape and join the blue moon pack.”

“Are you sure you’re remembering things correctly,” Vladimir asked standing from the couch, trying to walk closer to me. I grimaced as I pulled out of his reach, insulted by his question. He dropped his hand as soon as he noticed me take a step back. “You were just a baby.”

“The memories were ingrained in my mind. My family, they weren’t normal wolves. They were special. With my mom’s dying breath, she sealed my memories of that day, that way I wouldn’t ever forget who the real monster was.” I responded angrily, anger at my mom for making me relive one of the worst days of my life, and anger at Vladimir for making it seem like he didn’t believe me.

“Memories can be altered.” Vladimir responded.

“Not this one.” I hissed at him. “My brother was outside playing, he was only a few years older than me when he came in with a new friend. His friend was a little taller than you, he had ice blue eyes and hair as white as snow. My mom asked Justin, my little brother, who his new friend was, nervous about the stranger in her house. My dad saw the bite marks on Justin’s neck before anyone else. He shouted at my mom to take the kids and run. But before my Dad could reach for a weapon, the vampire had ripped out his throat. He grabbed Justin from my mother’s arms and began to drain him. My mother grabbed me, and shoved me in a little cupboard with a secret passage. She shoved me in the passage and locked the secret door that accessed the passage before closing the cupboard. The passage had some sort of door on it that allowed me to see through it but no one to see in it. I watched waiting for my mom to come back. My mom feigned like she was grabbing a knife and ran at the vampire attacking him from behind trying to get him off my brother. The vampire released my brother, his corpse hitting the ground, blood spilling from his neck. Then he turned towards my mother, and my mother continued to stab him over and over again, but the vampire was stronger than normal from just having fed from a live victim. He ripped the knife out of my mother’s hands, his wounds healing immediately. There was a bright burst of light that came from my mother’s hand and the vampire looked stunned for a minute, before he continued his pursuit on my mother. He grabbed her and sunk his fangs into my neck, and drained my mother. Then he picked up my father’s corpse and drained him completely too. He didn’t even look around the house for me, it’s like he couldn’t remember my presence, after murdering my family he causally walked out of my house, like nothing had happened. Whatever flash my mother had shoot from her hands had ingrained a memory in me and also placed a map in my head. A map that would lead me to Damien’s pack. So yes, Vladimir, while I was young, I still remember what happened to my family. I was only two but I survived the worst moment of my life and I survived the harshness of the woods as I made my way to Damien’s pack. I arrived with no history, the only thing I had to identify me was this necklace.” I said pulling the necklace from my neck. It was my family’s crest with my name on the back. “When I was ten, my ancestors started visiting me in my dreams, telling me stories of how their families were slaughtered by vampires, and that there was something about our bloodline that the vampires craved and that I need to be wary of all blood suckers. When I was sixteen, I received the memory of my family’s slaughter. There’s still important parts of my history that are missing, but I can’t… I won’t betray my family but mating with the same species that slaughtered them.”

Vladimir was silent for a moment, as if reflecting on the story I had told him. For a moment I was afraid that he didn’t believe me, that he would laugh and call my story outrageous. What he said next wasn’t something I was expecting.

“Myra, Before you reject me, let me help you, let me help you find answers to your past.”

“Why, why would you help me, knowing that we are doomed to never be together.” I asked trying to make sense of what Vladimir had just said.

“Because, the fates have brought us together for a reason. Our pasts are linked Myra.” Vladimir responded walking closer to me, this time I didn’t back away, for some unknown reason, I trusted Vladimir, I knew without a doubt that he was different from all the previous vampires my family members had encountered.

“How could our pasts be linked?” I asked confused by his statement.

“It’s my turn to tell a story.” Vladimir responded, looking me in the eyes as if to gauge my reaction. “The story is a long one though, so you should probably take a seat.”

I eyed the sofa not sure how much I trusted myself to sit on it again and not throw myself at Vladimir, even with my wolf being dormant for now, I could still feel the mate bond strongly, and the fates were urging me to seal my bond with Vladimir.

“I’ll stand.” Vladimir said in a pained voice. “Your scent, it’s intoxicating me.”

I could see how the smell of my blood was effecting me and how much he was fighting to keep his vampire down. I walked over to the couch and opened up the window beside it, taking the cushion closest to the window.

Vladimir cleared his throat, a panicked look on his face.

“This story takes place right after I was born.” Vladimir started.