Bound

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As Abigail laid sleep on the floor she writhed, twisted and turned. It wasn’t because she was uncomfortable, although the pallet that she made for herself on the hardwood flooring was unbearable, but it was because of a dream. The same dream she had been having for the last two years…

“I love you Zoe,” Cassander whispered softly in my ear.

The feel of his warm breath on my skin sent shivers down my spine. I gripped onto his swollen muscles, trying to get my footing without making a complete fool of myself. It was always like this when I was around Cassander. He made it so easy for me to become a fool that I had to work harder than before not to. He did something to me… something wonderful.

I looked around the holding cell that we were locked in. I could hear the sounds of metal clanking against metal, the grunts of men and the screams of women, and the constant humming of magical energy. Luckily, I couldn’t see past the solid concrete walls and door. I don’t think I would’ve been able to handle both seeing and hearing the destruction going on beyond these walls.

I was connected to everything around me. Being a Fey meant that I was one with nature and everything that comes from it. I could feel the pain of my people fighting for my parents, Cassander and I. I could hear their wishes for the little Princess’ safety and that I bless them on their journey to the next life. I could feel walls exploding, wood burning, fire spreading and people, my people, all of my people dying.

Tears burnt my eyes, threatening to fall and make me out to be as weak as I felt. I knew I needed to be strong, stronger than I could be. I knew Cassander was already worrying about my parents and friends, so the last thing he needed was to worry about me too. I had to put on a brave face and block out all of the noises and feelings. I had to try and forget the pain that radiated through my body at every blow.

Zoe, a voice called.

There was an eerie breeze that blew by as my Mother’s essences floated in front of me. Her body was battered and bruised; her hair was tossed and matted. Tears streaked her beautiful, dimpled cheeks. It was as I took in her appearance that I knew something was wrong.

Mother?

I couldn’t help the slight whimper that escaped my mouth. I had never seen my Mother look so sad. The sadness was radiating off of her in droves, staggering me with its strength. There was only one thing that could affect my Mother this bad…

Father? I asked.

Deep down I had known the answer before I had watched her head shake with the answer. I swallowed my tears for my Mother’s sake. I’d cry in Cassander’s arms later. I am sure he fought bravely then.

He did… Zoe, I don’t have much time. I’m so sorry we couldn’t do a lot more together. It is likely that you and Cassander will not make it through the night. I have prayed to the Goddess. You and Cassander will meet again, she rapidly explained.

I didn’t hold the tears back once I realized what this was. It was my Mother’s goodbye to me. I’d never see her or my Father again. I wouldn’t make it through the night, which meant that the Fey would most likely die out without a Royal, but at the moment that wasn’t what I cared about. The only thing that was important to me was the man in my arms.

What do I tell Cassander? I asked her fearfully.

The truth.

How could I do that? How could I tell the man I love that this was the last night we would spend together for Goddess knows how long? What was I supposed to tell those sad, golden orbs to console his grief? How was I to console my own grief?

Zoe, my darling, I must go. They are coming. The others and I will hold them off for as long as we can, giving you and Cassander enough time to say your farewells. I love you my Iníon, she said to me softly.

I couldn’t control the small waterfall that the pain had created within me; and I wasn’t going to try. I had always been one to hold strong under pressure, but this time with death surrounding me at every turn, I couldn’t hold on. There was no one left to be strong for, even my Cassander wouldn’t be with me much longer.

And I you Mother. And I you, I whispered as her essence faded from my view. Once she was completely gone, I could do nothing but stare at the empty space and think that I would never see her again.

“Zoe?” I blinked rapidly and tried to focus my eyes on Cassander, my Bonded pair, and his hand waving in front of my eyes but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to lose the spot I had last seen my Mother, because I knew that by now, she’d be dead.

“Yes, Cassander?”

“Are you alright? I was talking to you and you just left,” he asked me with concern dripping from his lips. Those beautifully plump, pink lips. The ones I never kiss again.

More tears fell from my eyes and before I could even think of lifting my hand to wipe them Cassander’s hand had done its job. These fresh tears only caused Cassander to worry more.

“Zoe?” He called again.

“They are dead. They are all dead,” I whispered. I had hoped that it would’ve been so low that Cassander couldn’t have made it out, but he did.

“Zoe,” he said wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him. “I am sorry. I am so sorry my love.”

I nodded unable to speak. I just wanted to find solace in his arms. I just wanted the feeling of home one last time before they came. Listening to his heartbeat rhythmically gave me the peace of mind I needed at this point.

“Cassander, I love you.”

“Zoe. Tell me what’s wrong,” he said.

I opened my mouth to speak but the pounding on the door interrupted. I looked at Cassander who seemed confused and perplexed at the sudden banging, but as soon as the cloudy confused look darkened his eyes it was gone. His eyes now shown with recognition and excitement…

“You were wrong!” He shouted happily. “They are not dead. They are back!”

I watched as he pulled himself free from my arms and ran towards the door. “Cassander no!”

“It’s our parents!”

“Cassander,” I shouted.

“Abigail, wake up! It’s time for school,” Janis yelled from behind her door. When she didn’t hear anything, she opened the door and walked over to her sleeping child, gently shaking her.

“Abigail. Get up or you’ll miss your bus.”

Abigail flew upwards and screamed. Her mother jumped away from her, holding onto her chest where her rapidly beating heart was threatening to send her into cardiac arrest. Abigail slowly sank back down onto her pallet slowly and exhaled sharply. Abigail was aware of her Mother’s presence but chose to ignore her for the moment and focus more on the dream. Who was Cassander and why did she feel that way about him, even now?

“Abigail,” Janis said impatiently.

“I’m going to get up Mom. You can go,” she said still lying down.

“You can’t be late on your first day, so no falling back asleep,” Janis told her walking out of the room and quietly shutting the door.

“Whatever,” Abigail mumbled shutting her eyes. She wanted to see his face again. She had to see his face again. She wanted to feel what she felt when she was in his arms. To feel what she felt when he kissed her.

The alarm clock went off, waking Abigail for the second time that morning. The annoying beeping sound signaled that it was time for Abigail to get up and get dressed. She had to be ready and waiting for the bus by 7:45. Hitting the alarm to shut it up, Abigail looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:20.

“Damn it,” she swore. She jumped up and ran into her bathroom to relieve herself as fast she as she could.

When Abigail walked by, she grabbed everything she needed for her morning shower, luckily for her she put her clothes out for today last night. She chose her favorite pair of black skinny jeans that were a little tattered and a green shirt. Searching through her suitcase she grabbed her bra and underwear then ran back into her bathroom. Turing on the water to hot she waited for the shower to get hot.

Abigail hummed a random tune while she surveyed her ‘new’ bathroom. The walls were a dingy, white with what she believed were, or what they were supposed to be, light pink flowers. It looked as if the walls were coated with a couple years’ worth of dust. Rotating her head, she saw that the sink and cabinets were all hideously dirty too. The cleanest thing that was in her was the shower and maybe the tile floor and even they were nastily dirty.

Ten minutes later Abigail was dressed and staring at herself in the dirty bathroom mirror. She debated with herself whether she should wear the little make-up she had collected throughout the years or not, but later decided against it when she looked at the clock and saw that she only had a good ten minutes left to get her things and get downstairs.

Grabbing her bag and her black flats she rushed down the steps to see her parents making out in the kitchen. “OK, that is just gross. No PDA please.”

Aaron and Janis jumped away from each other, both blushing. They looked away from each other mumbling apologies to their daughter. Abigail knew how her parents were and she didn't mind that they always acted like newlyweds. She thought it was cute and she was grateful for it, some people's parents hated being around each other but not hers. She looked around the bare kitchen remembering that there wasn't anything to fix breakfast in.

“Pop, what am I supposed to eat,” Abigail asked with a little whine tinted her voice. Her stomach growled loudly sounding like an angry avalanche. Her parents laughed at the sound and Aaron fished in his pocket for five dollars.

“Here's your breakfast and lunch money Soda,” her Father said calling her the nickname he gave to her when she was younger. She rolled her eyes at the name.

“Pop, I asked you not to call me that anymore... it's so degrading.”

“No, you said I couldn't call you that in front of your friends. Your friends aren't here,” he said to her jokingly.

Janis looked at him with a sour face, hoping to get him to understand that that joke wasn't funny, at least not now. Janis already knew how torn up Abigail had been about the move and now that they had this new formed bond, she wanted to secure it.

“Great Pop,” Abigail said angrily as she snatched the money and walked outside.

“What? What did I say,” he asked confused.

Janis shook her head, “Your impossible.” She walked away from Aaron and up to their room to finish unpacking.

Being the only one left in the small kitchen Aaron shook his head and sighed. “I have to get a son soon. I’m stuck in a house full of crazy women.”

**

Abigail mumbled all the way to the Human bus stop. She was still fuming from her Father’s bad choice in joke, but that all changed when she saw the other waiting Human teenagers. There were five of them, two girls and three guys. Each of them stared at Abigail with a look of both wonderment and worry; something that Abigail wasn’t use too. These Humans looked at her as if she was a rare sight to be held.

The first girl Abigail noticed was of average height and donned long, dark hair that fell around her face in natural curls, something that Abigail envied greatly; her hair could never keep the curls for long. The girl’s eyes looked guarded and tense as she watched Abigail approach. The second girl was a short ginger with glasses. Her red hair fell flatly against her head; making her look as every bit of plain as the look she gave off. If Abigail could tell that the first girl was guarded, then anyone with eyes could tell that the second girl was scared as she took in Abigail’s presence.

The next people Abigail noticed were the caramel colored twins. Each having full lips and short haircuts, their bodies were very muscular even through their clothes and they towered over Abigail’s more than average height. Both of the hazel eyes Gods stared at Abigail with huge grins that showed their perfectly aligned teeth. The last guy was staying next to the ginger girl as she held onto him for dear life. He wasn’t much of a looker like the twins, but he seemed to fit perfectly into the ginger and vice versa. Abigail could only guess that that was her boyfriend.

They all, except the twins, watched her with wary suspicious eyes as she neared them. When Abigail finally reached the bus stop she smiled at everyone making them visibly relax, but only a little.

“Are you standing here waiting on the bus,” the girl with the curly dark hair asked.

Abigail looked at her, and thinking it was some kind of joke she laughed. “Uh yeah. Why?”

“Well I didn't know Supers were allowed to ride the bus with Humans,” the ginger girl whispered softly. Everybody looked at her to repeat what she said, but Abigail didn't need her to.

Abigail was somewhat use to this reaction to her looks. Nothing about her screamed Human, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t. Sometimes it annoyed Abigail that people saw her and automatically assumed she was a Super, like Humans couldn’t be as beautiful as they could.

“Well it's a good thing I'm not a Super then, because this would have been really awkward,” Abigail said jokingly. She watched as their eyes widen at the new information and she internally danced in delight as she watched them all try to process the information.

Abigail’s unique looks rivaled that of a Super, but she was in fact human. She may have been a little strange, but she was born from a human's womb. Her looks were what made the Wickans torment her the most. She looked better than them, but the only people who were tough enough to say it were the Vampyrs. They were the only ones higher than Wickans. Vampyrs were who the Wickans answered to.

The only thing that was good about the different races being at war was that all the Humans were united. Every one of them was in the same shoes; no one was better than the other. Teasing and bullying among the Humans were non-existent. They stood together and helped each other in times of need.

Everyone relaxed and said a number of hellos and what's ups as the dark-haired girl introduced the group to Abigail.

“I'm Jamie. Those guys next to you are Dexter and Devin, but we call them 'The Twins'. That's Lisa and the boy next to her is Xavier,” Jamie introduced, pointing everyone out. Abigail smiled; she knew that wouldn't even remember some of their names.

“Hi. I'm Abigail. My parents and I just moved here from the West Haven districts.” They all widen their eyes at that bit of information and looked genuinely impressed, but Abigail couldn't figure out why.

“The West Haven districts? Are you sure,” one of the twins asked.

Abigail rolled her eyes. “Of course, I'm sure. Why, is that a problem?”

“You just look so--,” Lisa started.

“So?”

“You are freaking hot! I mean like Lykos or Wickan hot,” Xavier said with the twins nodding in agreement. Abigail blushed, keeping her eyes from the now angry ginger.

“Are you sure you don't have it somewhere in your family,” Jamie asked.

“Positive,” Abigail answered with finality. That ended the conversation as they all waited for the bus to come.

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Twenty minutes and a very long bus ride later, Abigail and the rest of the Humans pulled up to the school. The school looked nice and inviting, unlike the school in West Haven, these grounds were perfectly manicured and taken care of. Just seeing how the Lykos took care of their land made Abigail like them. It always angered her that in West Haven the Wickans with an affinity for Earth and Nature never used their gifts to help the woods or the grass, they only used them for tormenting the Humans… Abigail could already tell things were going to be different here.

Abigail walked into the huge front doors followed by the twins. Devin and Dexter had really taken a liking to Abigail and had decided that they'd take on the responsibility of showing her around. Although she found it flattering, she had to decline. Abigail really didn't want to draw attention to herself. She was already new, and she could already see the stares she was getting from some of the females of the school, Human and Super alike, so she decided that being escorted around by a pair of gorgeous chocolate twins wasn't the way to win friends.

The more Abigail walked around the school the more she loved it. She didn’t see the Lykos tormenting the Humans, nor did she see them shun or exile themselves away from the Humans, some were even talking with each other. Even with the growing feeling of happiness from her surroundings Abigail still felt that uneasy feeling she had last night. She couldn't explain what it was or what it felt like, but only that it was unnerving; sending chills down here spine at the weirdest of moments.

Even though Abigail felt the feeling more as she neared the front office that the twins had directed her to, she didn’t turn around, even when everything in her body was telling her to do so.

Walking into the front office only made the feeling intensify. It was like a million tiny needles were stuck in her skin making her hair stand on end and shivers run through her body. It made her uncomfortable in her own skin. All she wanted to do was rip her skin off and walk around like that. She tried to shake the feeling, which was a failure, as she walked up to the front desk. Seeing that someone was already there she waited for her turn.

“How many Humans are in attendance to the school Ms. Conner,” the guy asked.

Abigail didn't know what to make of this guy. Even though she only saw him from the back, he was completely muscular; it wasn't his body that drew him to her. It was his voice. The words rolled seemed to roll right off of his tongue and whiz around her ears. The words were so smooth that she could literally feel them caress her insides soothing the unnerving feeling she had.

Abigail could tell right away that, by his exterior, he wasn't Human, but a Super. The guy radiated magnificence and power, authority. Abigail wanted nothing more than to go up to the guy and force him to kiss her, but she knew that would instantly mean death. Humans and Supers were never supposed to be together. It was against their laws, both Human and Super law alike.

He is most definitely a Lykos, she thought.

The lady the Abigail now knew as Ms. Conner bowed her head in his presence.

I was right. He is a man of power, Abigail thought to herself.

“It is the same as yesterday my Prince. But there is a Human girl who is to register this morning,” she mumbled to him.

Wait, Prince? She had to be talking about me. Why do I matter? Abigail panicked.

It was obvious that Ms. Conner was afraid of him. Who wouldn't be? Just by looking at his build anyone could tell that he had a temper, but something inside of Abigail was telling her not to be afraid of him. In fact, it was that same something inside of her that wanted to forcefully turn him around and look at his face, to stare deep into his eyes.

Abigail blushed. She knew that he was handsome, hell all Supers are disgustingly beautiful, but something in her wanted; no, it needed to see his face. She knew it’d be familiar. A face that she had seen many times and had just overlooked its importance.

“Well when she's finished send her to me,” the Prince said.

Unfortunately for him, his Father, the Alpha King of all Lykos, put him in charge of the human population count as well as making sure they knew the rules of being in the Night Shade district. He hated the duties his Father gave to him, but he did them anyway. He wanted to be out somewhere looking for his mate, fighting the Vampyrs and Wickans over even training for the pending war to come, but his Father had him on desk duty. The only real excuse his Father could give him was that he didn’t want to lose his son like he had lost his mate. Upon hearing that Isaiah would sigh and give into his Father’s wishes, chucking it up to being the Prince.

Isaiah sighed deeply and inhaled just as deep. He immediately froze when the smell registered in his mind. He knew every scent in this school but this one was new, but not only that but it made is heartbeat erratically. The smell was mouth-watering to say the least. This was new scent appealed to him in only a way that a mate could. But that couldn't be right, his Father had always told him that his mate was to be a Fey, but they were all extinct thanks to those i***t Vampyrs and Wickans. He inhaled deeply again,

“Strawberries and chocolate,” he said to himself.

“Prince Isaiah is something wrong,” Ms. Conner asked; her head was still bowed.

“Nothing. Excuse me from all my classes. I need to speak with the Alpha King,” he said rushing out of the room.

He fought with himself whether or not he should follow the scent, but he decided against it. He needed his Fathers' help with this one. He didn't know how he was to understand this without his help. The smell was driving everything in his body insane but calming him at the same time. He inhaled the sent again before leaving the building. He fought of the tingles of his growing member, thinking about dead comrades and Vampyrs, before continuing onto the castle he called home.

~**~

Abigail burst through the front gates of the school, heading straight for the woods that seemed to call her name last night. Her head was spinning with a million unanswered. Why was the Prince making her feel that way and ha he acted so strangely when he scented her? Completely forgetting the rules that her parents told her were in place, Abigail ran straight into the woods deep enough that she couldn't be seen from the roads that surrounded it. There would have to be someone or something in the woods with her for anyone to know she was there.

Needing a chance to regain her breath, she hid behind the widest tree she can find pressing her hand against her chest. Once she was able to stop the gears in Abigail’s brain started moving.

He wanted to meet with me... Why, she asked herself. This was something new that the Supers had conjured up. Meeting with each Human that was new to the districts and explaining the rules to them individually.

“Well obviously that was the answer Abigail. You panicked for nothing,” Abigail said chuckling to herself.

“Look what we have here Raven,” a guy, no older looking than Abigail, said coming from behind the tree wiping his face of blood. “It's some Human b***h skipping school in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Yeah you are,” the girl Raven co-signed. She was trying to use her long hair to cover up the fact that she was letting the Vampyr use her as a blood bag. Abigail had always thought that that was trashy. Letting Vampyrs use you for dinner for money wasn't something that Abigail could condone.

“So, what should we do with her?”

The Vampyr was still inching closer to Abigail making her back up in turn. She knew she couldn't out run a Vampyr, but she knew she would definitely try. Before either one of them could speak again Abigail had made a quick dash deeper into the woods; running for her life.

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“Father. Father! FATHER,” Isaiah shouted throughout the castle corridors. After leaving school he ran straight home not worrying about his duties, but about figuring out the mystery scent that had captivated him. “Father.”

“Yes Isaiah, what is it?”

King Isaac had not aged a day since two hundred years ago. Nothing had changed but his thoughts and views on the world. He was now a firm believer that all the races should be united. It was his and Aed's idea that the races should be together again, which is why all of the Fey and most of the Elves had been wiped out. They wanted their children to become the King and Queen of all and the Vampyrs and Wickans made sure that wouldn’t happen.

“I think I have found her.” Isaiah said breathlessly.

“Found who, my son,” Isaac asked him.

He had perked at the news. Had his son really found his mate? The other half of the Bound and the last Fey...

“My mate Father. I caught her scent earlier today. It was the most delicious scent I have ever smelt,” Isaiah described. Just remembering the smell made his heart beat faster.

“Go find her of course. And then bring her here.”

“That is not what is difficult Father,” Isaiah said.

“Explain.”

“My King, there has been sightings in the woods,” a soldier told them as they burst through the door. This soldier was a special breed, he was a Tracker, able to follow or pick up any scent of anything anywhere. A very useful and important tool to have during this time of great war.

“How many,” Isaiah asked for his Father.

“Three. A Wickan, a Vampyr and, well sir, I think the last one is a Human.”

“Why does the Human smell have you so confused,” King Isaac asked. He had been around for a long time, therefore he had smelled every scent known, but with Humans they had their own scents unique to them.

“She's smells of chocolate and strawberries my King, but the scent has a magical hint to it. A Fey scent my Lord,” the soldier answered.

Isaiah’s ears perked up. “Father that's the scent of my mate!”

“Quickly. Follow the scents and bring the girl to me unscathed. GO,” the King ordered. The authority of the command rang through the entire hall where they stood. The soldiers bowed and quickly took off.

“Father let me go to her,” Isaiah asked.

“I cannot risk you like that son, especially now that the prophecy is coming true. I'm sorry.” Isaac quickly walked off.

He knew that it was hard for a male Lykos to not protect his mate, but he couldn't risk losing Isaiah so close to the end now. The Bound was now finally going to be together. He didn't want to lose one when he was finally able to obtain the other.

Isaac walked to his room and shut his doors. He walked straight over to his mate's side of the room. He had left everything as she did. Not one thing was out of place. He looked at the picture of himself and his mate as she gave birth to Isaiah. Her face was scrunched in pain as he smiled. He remembered the day perfectly. A lone tear escaped from his eye as his door was kicked open.

“My King, the Prince has fled the castle and is headed for the woods.”

“Go Marcus. Bring him back to me safely. I do not want to lose him too.” Isaac’s voice cracked as he realized the truth in his words.

“Yes, My King.” Marcus ran from the room cursing his job and the weakness of his King.