We Don’t Fancy The Enemy

Hunnie Inzotta









Many long weeks go by and all I could do was watch my unearthly stomach grow about. A life that sprung out of no where.







"When we're you planning on telling the girls?" Lenah says this gloomy, dark, afternoon here in my house.







I was ashamed, how could I tell Carney and Tenn I was pregnant and didn't know who the father was!



"I don't know," I sigh, resting my head on her lap.






Lenah begins twirling her fingers through my hair.

The tugging at my roots felt exceptionally satisfying.

It was nice to have someone show me some kind of affection for once, but I didn’t want to be pitied. It was I, who landed myself here. Loneliness had become apart of my life once again.









"Hunnie?

Maybe... the baby is your mates..."

I cut her off entirely. No more hopeless nothings filling my head anymore!





"It's NOT!

It's been two years since I've had relations with Bahm!!"

Unexpectedly sobbing, I covered my face full of shame.

How could I have brought myself here?







"I'm sorry." Lenah whispers and continues stroking my head.





"But the only other thing I can think of...
Is someone had their way with you when Tenn found you unconscious when we went out."

Her statement sent shivers down my spine. I didn’t want this to be true.




I nodded my head, "I just wished I could remember the night we went out. I had to have conceived that night. It's the only thing I can think of..."






"You did disappear for almost an hour...--"



I began sobbing so loudly and uncontrollably and Lenah stopped speaking.

Who knows what, or whom I'd encounter that night!





Since never returning to the doctors office, I had no knowledge of how far along I've been housing this baby for. I already seemed bloated in my lower stomach, my body was changing constantly and rapidly everyday, I hated it.





How could this all happen the moment I wanted to be back with Bahm and Kris again? How could I allow myself to get so careless that night!



I don't deserve them.

That thought is what I couldn't handle anymore, and I couldn't stand carrying someone else's seed, if it wasn't my mates.





Returning to the academy time after time, desperately hoping to see Kris one more time, but not once have I seen or heard from him. I'd only run into that Siren who always had her arms wrapped around Bahm like he was really hers. He too never spared me any glances, ever.





How I missed his warm, strong, muscular cuddles...







It was late night and steam filled my bathroom quickly.

I wanted to go just as quickly as the steam came.





Some might argued why I didn't just flush out the Fetus, but I really couldn't get myself to do even that. It was my constant reminder and lesson, on how I could never be with my mates.





Struggling mentally ever since, fill with hate and regret, I picked up a razor in tears.





"Just end it all quickly, before you change your mind."





Speaking to myself out loud, I quickly sliced the razor across my wrist.





An agonizing yelp leaves my lips as blood oozes and splatters quickly onto my sink. The gash along my flesh wasn't deep and I wasn't expecting to bleed as much as I was.





My eyes shut instantly and I begin lowering myself to the ground.

"I'm so sorry baby," a whisper leaves my mouth before grabbing the razor with shaky pained and bloody hands. I close my eyes, managing to slice my other wrist open.



It hurt so much, but not as bad at the way my heart felt from having to see my mates move on with out me.





Sitting against the tub, facing the sink, inhaling the thick air, and ignoring the pain, I slowly allowed darkness and silence to fill my thoughts before slowly drifting off.





Maybe in my next life I'll be able to make it.









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Bahm's P.O.V







A sudden coldness rushes to my core.







I blinked harshly a few times. Kris was still asleep back at the penthouse, I didn't want him seeing this mess. He would surely die.







My conflicted heart began racing.

Do I leave her here, or save her?







Lying against a tub before me, was The Witch, blood all over her hands, thighs and the ground around her as she wore a mere cherry red robe.

Her breast were exposed, causing my eyes to linger a little too long on the chestnut colored areolas, and her head was hanging over the tub.





The man in me failed to keep my eyes from traveling farther down her body. Another pathetic scene that aroused the demons in me.

It was a beautiful site in such a twisted way that satisfied us.









"Another touch!"

Aldrerix pushes to the surface.

I purely ignored him.







I looked away briefly, not before roaming down her legs. Aldrerix made me.

Then my eyes advert to a small letter by her sink, with a bloodied razor next to it.

I sucked my teeth.

This woman sure has issues...







Taking steps in, I peeked at the first line of the letter.

"I'm so very sorry for all the hurt and damage I might cause my family and loved ones, but I--"







I anxiously stopped reading and suddenly dropped to my knees. Kris would hate himself if she killed herself due to her pregnancy.





Her head was lolled to the side with a calmingly relaxed face, and a small belly protruded under her robe. Boy was she growing quick!

Her eyelashes were still wet, and one of her bloody hands cupped her stomach peacefully.



Sniffing the air to see if I could get a scent of the fetus, I couldn’t even sense his blood, only his mothers'. All I could hear, was his heart beat, and a faint heart beat from her.







She's lost so much blood, the scent was becoming vile, yet strangely alluring to me. I wondered what her real scent was.







"Mmm...

I think we want her!"











"Wh-What?!

SHUT UP ALDRERIX!

What's wrong with you!”



What has gotten into him?













"Yeah...

But She...

You know.....still a woman.

A sexy one!" He purrs and made my whole body shake with unwanted desire.







Growling and freezing, I was having a battle within myself to either let her die in peace instead of suffering in this world any longer, or to finish off her existence once and for all by hands!







"You know you can't!" Aldrerix yelled in our link and I roared inside.







Reminding me that Kris would hate me and even more if he knew I was here and never did anything to help her, I was already speechlessly triggered on what my wolf was saying about this woman.









We do not like her!







She's just kinda alluring...











"Heathen!.

Look at her. We want her too....admit that unexplained feeling Bahm!"

I ignored Rix's hissing, making up my mind for Kris once and for all.





My canines elongated and my eyes turned onyx, going back and fourth into a shift.







Shit!





Actually, I couldn't make up my mind!!







Why would my wolf say this about her!

Now I really want her dead!

No Dark Witch will ever allure me, unless I was under a spell!!









I need to get out of here!







I sighed, "Ahhh. Kris."



He supposed to be my trusted sidekick, my companion, someone who cares for me dearly.







My jaws clenched and I closed my eyes, already becoming sick from being in this bloody confusion of a mess!

Why is it always I, that has to be the bigger Demon!









I squeezed my hands into a fist, piercing my nails through my flesh and grabbed her by her hair with my other hand to tilt her head backwards. Her mouth slips open right away and I squeeze my precious blood into her mouth carefully, leaving no evidence behind.



Her ancestors must be rolling in their graves since she has Demon blood in her now!



Smiling deviously, I thought to myself how many must of actually had their lives taken by my hands!



HAH!





After resting her head back against the tub, giving the blood some time to generate, I felt a slight fury and disgust about my actions.



I teleported out of their quickly and back to my castle across the world.





Due to the time difference, it took a lot of energy from me, but I made my way straight to the bathroom in my chambers, taking a thorough and diligent scalding hot shower to wash away any scent that still lingered. It wasn't much, since I only touched her hair and face, but I didn't want to take any chances.







But her face...







Her flesh so beautifully warm and soft, even after she was on the brink of death.

The image of her sitting there helplessly and ready to give up, made more unexplainable emotions creep through my mind.







Why am I like this!

She sent me to Hell for Heavens sake!!







I don't fancy this woman.

How could I make that decision to save her life with my blood??





It's Kris's bond right, that's what it is?

Our connection through my heart is strong.

We can feel each other like a conjoined twin!!







But would I in fact still go against all my beliefs about Dark Witches for this young woman?

Why haven't I seen any of Kris's thoughts about her?





Has he been hiding it away from me because she was the one that sent me to Hell, or was it for other reasons?



If I find her the slightest a bit of attractive now, then what about in my past?