'Mr. Obvious'

Elicia:

You know…this sucks MAJOR ass!

“Oh, look on the bright my little Goddess, it could be worse.” Rolling my eyes at the only talking thing available, and he was getting on my last nerve.

Seriously, does he even have an actual name beside the ‘King of the Dead’?

“Too many to name off, just call me ‘KD’ for short. I’ll know who you’re talking to, or about.” The snarky chuckle only added to my annoyance as the fiery acid dipped needles tingled angrily through my body.

Rolling my eyes toward the strange echoing of screeching screams and clashing chaos as the sound waves reverberated hauntingly through the massive underground catacomb of stone and wooden beams. Shifting enough to see Bailey still deep in her unconscious slumber, moaning out against the fluttering hunger tugging at my stomach as the swirling heat eased my nerves about the babies being safe.

“Relax ‘mama’, those babies are stronger than you think. Are you excited?” Smiling softly at his soft tone, noticing a strange flicker in his beautiful jade eyes as they scanned over my paralyzed state.

Honestly, at first, I was fucking freaking out with the original news, but the more I learn about the Watchmen, their unique family, and the supernatural world, it only makes it even more special to me than anything I have ever had in life. Don’t get me wrong, it still freaks me out knowing there are four little ones growing inside of me, not to mention the duration of pregnancy I have to endure, but it will be worth it. Cursing my paralyzed state from denying me the action of rubbing my stomach.

Sharing the same smile of understanding as he silently thought about my words.

“They grow up so fast. Cherish every moment, teach them and learn from them. You never know what will happen or what you’ll learn.” Looking at him in questioning because his tone spoke of loneliness like he was yearning for a child of his own.

Do you have children?

“Well, actually I do. She’s the most precious thing to walk this realm, even her siblings are special.” Sniffling softly at his loving tone as he spoke of his child, a daughter, and even her siblings he spoke with a loving tone.

Damn these hormones! Blinking my eyes free of the lingering tears burning at the corners of my eyes.

“Pregnancy is torture.” Chuckling like a dying toad as he leaned his head back against the stone pillar above my head wiping away a few stray tears that trickled slowly from his bright eyes.

Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.

“No. No, it’s okay, I just wish I could be with her. You know, ‘King of the Dead’ makes it kind of hard to do that.” Cocking a tilted brow at him.

Now, we both know that’s a ‘load of shit’. Why don’t you do what we do? I’m sure it wouldn’t hurt anyone if you popped in from time to time, she is your daughter after all... Unless?

“No, I’m not scared, far from it. I just don’t want her getting hurt. She’s a very special creature, destined for great things but it can also hurt her if the wrong people found out about her.”

Can I ask how old she is?

“Three. Her siblings are a couple of months older, but they protect her, especially her twin brother.”

It’s normal for children her age to have imaginary friends, why not play that card? It will give you the chance to spend time with her. I had imaginary friends growing up, and no one questioned it.

“You were also raised among the supernatural, so things like that were normal occurrences.”

Exactly. So, why haven’t you done it already?

“You know, for being new to the supernatural world and only nineteen, you seem to understand more than you let on. I’ve been around since the beginning of creation, and I’m still learning new shit every day.”

I just understand the yearning for more from life. I can see and hear it in your actions that you want it more than your very own existence. Maybe taking that leap of faith is what the ‘King of the Dead’ needs in his existence. I’m sure she would love to have you around, even if it’s as an imaginary friend until she’s old enough to understand who you truly are to her.

“You my little Goddess, are full of surprises. Hathor picked wisely in her vessel.”

Oh, God! Damn these tears.

My whole life I felt like I was a ‘Black Sheep’, keeping my head in the books. Enjoying life as much as I could with music and various hobbies, but these past months have opened my eyes to whole a new world, such a cliché I know, but it’s the truth.

If someone had said my life would have been exactly how it is at this moment, minus the whole Helmer and Bain situations, but the fact I have not one, but four sexy-as-fuck hunks of muscle that worship the ground that I walk on, I would have laughed in their faces calling them ‘fucking crazy’. Seriously, who in their right mind would envision a scenario where all their sexual fantasies would be fulfilled daily, but more than just sex, a connection so deep that every molecule revolved around them.

Me.

The sudden echo of swirling flutters drew our attention to the shadowy dance of misty bats as the ‘Righteous Asshole’ appeared with another unconscious body, tossing it aside as Helmer solidified swirling his finger through the air. The massive catacomb came to life with a swirling whitish-blue light.

“It’s time my sweet.” His raspy voice swirled around the room in mockery as my body lifted from the cool stone floor, floating through the massive burial chamber of elaborate stone tombs with Gothic-styled crests decorated into the thick lids of stone. Hovering over one, in particular, that was larger than the others as my body shifted parallel to the flat surface.

KD, what’s he doing?

Staring into the cold shadows of the cathedral ceiling as my body slowly descended onto the smooth stone surface, embraced by another wave of coolness as the fiery needles of acid roared to life with a moaning grunt.

“He’s going to reverse the ‘Blood Seal’.”

How? Don’t get me wrong, having any connection to this ‘Fuck-tard’ is not fabulous but the tone you just used is scaring me.

Darting my eyes over the room as two floating silhouettes approached my laid-out position, gasping as Bailey’s body drifted into position to my left, averting my eyes from her unconscious state as the other body slowly descended to my right.

IZZY!
KD! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?

Snapping my eyes to the approaching footsteps halting my freak out as Helmer leaned over my panicked state, tapping his slender finger to my forehead in a taunting gesture.

“Do you know the story of ‘Rainer and Stefan’, The original Nightshade Twins…If you don’t, let me enlighten you. If you do, well, then it shouldn’t shock you to know that Isabel ‘Izzy’ Silverstone was supposed to be both mine and Desmond’s mate, but some fucking ‘Higher Power’ decided to make me a mockery by mating me to a ‘Fruity-Dick-Sucking’ sorry excuse of a man.

Oh, he just didn’t go there.
“He went there.”
Thank you ‘Mr. Obvious’.
“You’re Welcome.” His diva attitude felt around the world.

“Seriously! A Royal Vampire, a Nightshade mated to a man. Everyone was happy for me. My own mother was planning for our ceremony, but what about ME! No-one stopped to consider my feelings, or what I wanted. We all have the choice to accept or reject our mated bonds, but no one gave a shit. They accepted it, but I didn’t. I rejected Randi but he was so head-over-heels that he clung onto the fantasy I would accept our bond.”

KD, is this idiot for real?
“Unfortunately.”