Tobias
She takes off, leaving us behind to follow something only she can smell. Theo and I stand stunned at what just happened. She fed off both of us, something that I have never seen before. Vampires don’t feed off vampires. Not only did she feed off us, but she also marked us in the process. Not that I don’t want to be marked by her, I just didn’t think it would be under these circumstances.
“That’s because she isn’t just a vampire, Tobias, haven’t you noticed? There is something seriously wrong with her. Did you see her eyes, feel the darkness surrounding her?” Theo asks, wiping his neck. “The worst part though, I think she likes it consuming her, like she is letting it in.” He mumbles.
I move toward him, examining his neck which has already healed but left a black mark from where her teeth had sunk in. This is the first time I have seen markings that are tinged with darkness. As I examine mine, it looks the same.
“We need to find her, come on.” I say, as I take off running, shifting mid-jump.
I can just faintly catch her scent, Theo tears ahead of me, chasing after her. I hate that I’m not as fast as him. But I doubt he will be faster than her. She is a newborn vampire on a warpath. Her senses in overdrive will fuel her like air to a fire, a raging inferno. I just hope we can get to her before she does something reckless. Killing Bianca won’t do anything but cause more trouble. Our laws aren’t to be broken lightly. No matter the crimes, everything is meant to go before the courts first.
My father is paying for his wrongdoings now, for killing his own kind, for killing Alaric. Imogen won’t survive that torture. My father knew the consequences of doing what he did. Imogen has no idea the torture they will put her through for killing Bianca. I won’t let her pay that price. She has been through enough already without being subjected to such barbaric cruelty.
I have been running for what feels like ages when I finally hit the town. Theo is nowhere to be seen, yet I can feel the bond pulling me towards the piers. We have been here before, searched every part of this town already and are quite familiar with it. Shifting back, I walk through the backyard of the property I came out beside, praying that a man lives here and not some old lady. I need clothes or people might become curious about a random man, walking around butt naked.
I cuss when I see the only thing on the clothesline appears to be women’s clothes. I quickly grab the floral denim shorts off the line. They seem to look big enough and other than that, there are only a few pieces of children’s clothing. I quickly slip them on, my balls being squished in the tight fabric. I try to do the zip up, nearly howling when I zip the sensitive skin of my family jewels. I don’t have time to be picky and instead, readjust my large length down my leg and take off running towards the piers.
I look like a fool, but the things you do for those you love, right? Coming to the piers, I see Imogen’s glowing figure at the end of the pier, her hands outstretched. I can feel her burning anger through the bond but also something else. Fear. I feel Theo’s disbelief through the bond. I run towards them, my feet creaking on the wooden pier, making Imogen and Theo turn to look back at me.
I never should have run onto that pier, my heart skips when I see Bianca, our child in her arms. Noticing me running towards them, she uses their distraction to her advantage as she acts, hurling the blanketed bundle in the air before diving off the pier. My voice echoes, as I scream to them. Theo reacts just in time and catches our child before falling into the ocean. I hear Imogen’s bloodcurdling scream as she looks on frantically into the black water raging below. Bianca is long gone as we wait for Theo to resurface, breathing only when we see him break through the water’s surface.
My heart is hammering in my chest so hard I think it is going to burst. The sound of crying is like music to my ears as I watch Imogen collapse on the deck in relief. Theo moves through the water swiftly before climbing the pier, the baby no longer inside the warmth of its blanket as he screams loudly.
Imogen POV
I follow the pull which leads me to sand. I’m on a beach and I can see Bianca running with all her might before she darts onto one of the piers; she knows I’m chasing her. I don’t know when she figured it out, but she is now running like her life depends on it and it does. My heart stops as I see her run towards the end. I skid to a stop as she holds her arms outstretched over the water, my baby tucked in the confines of the blanket. I stop in my tracks.
“Give me my baby, Bianca” I tell her. I mean to plead with her, yet my voice comes out as a growl, threatening, not hiding my murderous intent.
“How the fuck are you alive?” She screams angrily.
“Bianca, you don’t want to hurt him, you don’t want to hurt your nephew.” I tell her, hating even calling her any relation to my son. She looks at him and I move closer, making her eyes dart to me as she moves closer to the edge. Theo suddenly appears beside me, stopping when he sees what is in her hands. I refused to look at him, not able to take my eyes off my precious boy, clutched in that vile woman’s arms.
“Perfect, he’s here,” she growls, glaring at Theo.
Theo tries to reason with her while I just want to kill the bitch, but I won’t risk endangering my son.
“Isn’t this great? Not only did you impregnate your mistress, now you’re going to help her kill me, Theo. I bet you’re getting a real kick out of this, aye Immy?”
“Don’t call me that, I just want my son. You had no right to take him. He is mine!” I scream. She takes a step back, her foot falling off as I get ready to jump in after her, but she steadies herself. My heart rate returns to normal when I see him still tucked in her arm.
“Now that was close.” She snickers, enjoying the torture she is putting me through. I growl, taking a step forward. “Ah, ah, ah, not so close.” She says, angling him above the water again.