Bound

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Isaiah ran through the woods, easily dodging the trees and rocks that stood between him and his mate. His heart was pounding in his ears and his legs, well they were moving at the highest speed they could take him. With him being who he was, he would be able to beat his Fathers’ men there, but the real question was what would he find? Isaiah didn’t want to be to late to save his mate. He didn’t even know her, but he was already feeling the pull of their shared destiny.

Isaiah knew he was getting closer when he began to hear the conversation between the Vampyr and the Wickan. They were taunting his mate. Letting her know that it would be easy to find her and that they were only prolonging it for the sportsmanship of the game. Isaiah growled. He could hear everything that the Vampyr threatened to do to her.

“He won’t hurt her,” he vowed to himself. He pushed himself faster to get there.

The rancid smell of the Vampyr burned Isaiah’s nose, letting him know that he was dangerously close to it. He slowed down and listened to what they woods had to say. Isaiah was the Prince of Lykos. He, along with his species, could be one with nature. It was easy for their kind, just like it had been easy with the Fey and the Elves. Nature called out to them like a haunting ghost wanting to be remembered. They whispered things to Isaiah.

You have to hurry. You have to hurry. They’re going to kill her. They’re going to kill her. Save her. Save her, the spirits whispered to him.

The nature spirits guided him to where he needed to be. They used the wind to push him in the right direction. The spirits kept him alert, always keeping him ever watchful. Isaiah kept running knowing that he was getting closer. He could smell her, his mate and that was what was fueling him to keep up the pace.

**

Abigail hid herself inside a felled tree, holding her breath only breathing through her nose when she could feel her lungs burning. Abigail knew that Humans gave off scents through just about everything they did. She also learned how to minimize her scent for situations such as these. She didn’t want to die, but something kept whispering to her telling her she wouldn’t, and that help was on the way. But who would help her? No one even knew she was out there and besides who would care?

“I smell you. Nyx, your scent smells delicious. I cannot wait to have you to myself,” the Vampyr said.

“Hey,” the Wickan shouted in protest. “I want some too. Even I can sense that her blood is special, and I want some of it.”

“Yeah you can have some of it, but I will have the bulk.” He filled his voice with finality and authority. He was the son of the Czar of Vampyrs. He could have anything he wanted, and no one would dare cross him. Vampyrs were higher up than Wickans so it was doubtful that she would defy him.

Abigail couldn’t help but whimper. They were divvying up her blood like it was a candy bar or something. It was hardly human.

But they’re not human Abigail, she thought to herself.

She could hear them creeping up to the log she was in. She could hear their excited laughter as they decided now was the time to strike. Abigail braced herself for what was to come next, but nothing happened. She wasn’t slid out of the tree nor was she attacked and bitten like she would have thought.

“Leave mutt. We were here first,” the Vampyr seethed.

“You will not touch her!” Abigail flinched at the anger in the new comer’s voice, but it was because she was afraid. She recognized that voice. It was Prince Isaiah.

“I found her wondering through the woods unaccounted for so technically I can.”

“Not if I own her. She is on my land therefore she is my property and you will not touch her,” the Prince commanded. Even Abigail had to buckle from the authority in his tone, and Abigail was human.

The Vampyr hissed, wanting nothing more than to sink his fangs into the human’s soft flesh. Her blood smelled so delicious and he knew that it wouldn’t be worth nothing if he were to fight the mongrel. He looked at the Lykos.

Why did they have to have this part of the woods, he thought to himself.

He thought about his chances of actually beating him, and they were pretty high. He had been around for almost 100 years while Isaiah had only been around for less than 50. He knew he would win.

But at what cost, he thought. Isaac would go ape s**t if he learned his son was dead. There would be more fighting for sure if that happened.

“Why do you want the girl so bad,” the Vampyr Prince asked.

“It is none of your concern leech. Just leave.” Isaiah turned to the Wickan that was with him. His burning gaze was something that Raven had never felt before. It was as if she couldn’t move; and hell, maybe she couldn’t. Maybe she was just that afraid.

“Careful dog. I will not tolerate much more of your name-calling. Now. Just explain your fascination with the girl and I’ll be out of your fur.”

“Last time Rowen. Leave now.”

“Fine. Have it your way,” the Vampyr said and before anyone could even blink Rowen had pulled Abigail from the log, holding her by the neck with his fangs bared.

Abigail screamed. She knew she was going to die. She knew there was nothing that the Lykos Prince could do to save her. Tears streaked down her face leaving pale lines on her dirt-riddened face. She could feel the eyes of Isaiah on her. His face showed worry and anger all at the same time. Isaiah walked closer to her never taking his eyes off of her.

Abigail felt something that she had never felt before. At first, she had thought that the Vampyr had in fact bitten her, but then the feeling flowed through her whole body. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of Isaiah, and even if her life depended on it, and it did right now, she didn’t think she could. She wanted to reach out and touch him and love him and to kiss him; she just wanted him. It was a never experience for her and good one, but a forbidden one.

What the hell are you thinking Abigail, she shouted at herself mentally. To love him? To love him would mean death for me.

Isaiah could feel what his mate was feeling. He could feel the bond forming between them and he could also feel her hesitation to what she was feeling. Isaiah didn’t care what she was; all that matter was that she was his. He took another step towards his mate and the leech that held her captive.

“Ah ah ah,” Rowen said tsking. “Any closer and I will end her life Isaiah. Now do you want to tell me what the big fuss is about her? I can practically smell your Father’s men. What’s the fuss?”

“Just give me the girl.”

Rowen ran his tongue along Abigail’s neck causing her to whimper in disgust. She tried to move out of his grip, but he only tightened it. Isaiah growled and charged at Rowen, but the disgusting Vampyr was smart. He held Abigail out in front of him as a shield, which immediately caused Isaiah to slow down.

“Please let me go,” Abigail begged.

“Shut up blood bag,” Rowen shouted at her, jerking her around a little to anger Isaiah. Maybe he’d be more willing to explain if he knew that Rowen would kill her.

Abigail screamed from the sudden and fast movement. Her could feel her neck jerking unnaturally and she was worried about getting whiplash or worse a broken neck. She begged the Vampyr to let her go, but he wasn’t even listening to her. He just kept his eyes focused on the Lykos.

“Don’t do that again leech,” Isaiah growled at him.

“You want to tell me now,” Rowen asked him.

Rowen’s eyes drifted to Abigail’s neck. He could feel her heart working overtime from fear, pumping blood into her veins quickly making them swell. He knew it soon wouldn’t matter if the mutt answered him or not. This human’s blood smelled to delicious to just give up.

“She is mine, Rowen. What you do here will either help or hurt the treaty your Father is pushing with mine. Just give her to me now. You’re surrounded and outnumbered,” Isaiah reasoned.

“Why is she so important,” Rowen shouted completely ignoring Isaiah’s reasoning.

It was quiet. The Lykos warriors did in fact have them all surrounded. Their orders were to bring the girl back to the Alpha King, no matter what. The Vampyr Prince’s life was not important to them and neither was the Wickans’. All they wanted was the Prince and the girl out of the way and safe.

Raven was becoming nervous. She had noticed the warriors when they first arrived. She wanted to disappear, but she knew the Czar would have her neck if he knew that she had just left him, his only son, there to die; alone. She knew that the girl was special, but she also understood that she wasn’t worth their lives.

“Rowen lets go. We’ll report this to your Father… maybe he will know.” Reaching out and touching his arm Raven tried to make him understand.

He hissed at her, making her recoil her hand. He didn’t want to give up this chance. He had a feeling that this girl was the leg up the Vampyrs needed in order to win the war with the Lykos. He knew that if he were able to get this out of Isaiah his father would be pleased. He might even think harder about stepping down as Czar soon, and that’s something that Rowen wanted badly enough.

“You have five seconds to explain yourself mutt or your precious human dies,” Rowen threatened. “One.”

“Please help me,” Abigail cried looking Isaiah directly in the eyes. Her eyes were turning a deep shade of red from crying and her voice was becoming hoarse. She looked at Isaiah pleadingly knowing that he was her only chance to survive.

“Shut it Human. Two.”

Isaiah felt his heart c***k a little at the pathetic sounds and whimpers that came from his mate. He didn’t understand why he just couldn’t tell Rowen who the girl was to him, but something was fighting within him to keep him quiet. It kept telling him that either way she was going to die. Isaiah knew he couldn’t let that happen. He would do anything to save her.

“Three.”

Abigail choked on a sob. She knew that the Prince of Lykos wasn’t going to save her. She came to the realization that she was going to die right here. She wasn’t going to be able to talk to her parents anymore. She wasn’t going to be able to laugh and smile at the silly thing’s life had to offer. The only good part about this was that she wouldn’t have to endure anymore of this world.

The worst part would be that I wouldn’t be able to see his face again, she thought.

The words whispered themselves through her mind as if by themselves. Abigail had only seen this Super today. There was no way she could feel that way about him.

“Four. You’re running out of time mutt,” Rowen spat.

“Drop her now Rowen,” a new voice called.

As soon as Abigail’s body hit the hard forest floor she whimpered and coughed from the grip the Vampyr had on her neck. Even though she had made enough noise for the Supers to still know she was there, she wanted to be as still as possible so she wouldn’t be seen. Abigail was sick of the supernatural crap and this was just the straw that had broken the metaphorical camels’ back. Plain and simple Abigail wanted out.

Isaiah watched his little mate fall to the floor. He hadn’t been able to preoccupy himself with looking at her face before; he was too busy trying to save her, but now that she was at least a quarter safer than she was minutes ago he allowed himself the pleasure. She was taller than the humans he was used to, while he still towered over her by a foot or two, she was a breath of fresh air compared to all the short women who hit on him constantly.

Both Human and Super alike could feel the power and raw sensuality that Isaiah carried with him every day, and they loved it. They all wanted to be his. His Father had always told him to watch for his mate, and that finding her would be the single happiest moment of his life. Isaiah looked down at his mate and immediately knew that his Father’s words were somewhat true, but in his case, it was also flawed.

The law clearly states that no Human Super relationship is permitted. All guilty parties will be punished. How could Isaiah even think about getting involved with a human? After all the Humans had been the ones that killed his Mother… Then as quickly as he grew to love her, he immediately began to hate what she was. How could the Goddess fate him with a race so cruel?

Then again, on the other hand, her blood did have a magical hint to it. It was as if she was a half breed from the times when it wasn’t illegal to cross breed or she was hiding who she really was… Even the soldier who warned the King and Prince about the intruders smelled the magic in her blood. The growing confusion angered him.

Why was it so difficult for me to have a normal life?

She is nay Human, my Lykos Prince. Think about your Father’s words before you become so quick to have malice in your heart, the words whispered through his mind.

Nyx?

The words of the Goddess’ words echoed through his mind as if trying to tell him something. But what? He knew that his mate was to be a Fey, but they were all extinct. And then there was this seemingly Human girl who smells as if she was a Super, but what was he missing? What had his Father told him that he was forgetting in this vital moment where it could possibly be the silver lining that he needed?

**

Rowen immediately dropped the girl as soon as he heard those words spoken, he knew that his Father meant business and even if he hadn’t used his authority Rowen knew not to disobey him. Rowen turned to face his father slowly and bent down on one knee with his head bowed.

Raven quickly followed suit. She could sense the anger that was radiating off of the Czar. She was frightened of what he would tell the Crone. She’d be in trouble for sure if the Crone knew she had planned to defy the Prince of Lykos on his own land.

“Father,” Rowen greeted stiffly.

“Come here you two. Now,” he ordered. Rowen and Raven wasted no time sealing the distance between them and the Czar.

“Czar Nikolas,” Isaiah grit. “I should have your son’s fangs for trying to hunt on my lands.”

The Czar growled at the threat on his son, but then immediately cut it out and laughed. “You are not the Alpha King yet pup. Only your Father can make decisions like that.”

“If my son so wills it, then it shall be Nikolas. Your son was trespassing on my land and he tried to kill my sons’ mate. And that, as you know, is still punishable by death even in this time of war amongst us,” Isaac said walking into the middle of the commotion.

“His mate,” Nikolas hissed. “She cannot be his mate! That would mean she was a…”

“A Fey,” Isaac finished for him. “It is true. The prophecy of the Bound has once again come true, and this time I will give my life to keep history from repeating itself. You and yours may leave unharmed.”

“Have you told the council?”

The Czar turned and looked at the cowering girl. He could tell that she was in fact a Fey, but not just any Fey. She was the exact replica of the Fey Princess that he himself had done away with. He could do nothing but swear and tighten his fist together.

This girl has to die, he vowed. For good this time.

“Leave Nikolas before I change my mind.”

Isaac looked down at the girl and smiled softly. He could see the Fey in her and the daughter I law that he had long missed. She was the reincarnation of Zoe and the King was elated that his son didn’t have to wait centuries to find her again. Isaac bent down and helped her to her feet. Even though she was hesitant to take his hand he still tried. He made sure to whisper sweet soothing words to get her to calm down. Isaac always had a soft spot for crying women. His gaze immediately found his son, who was staring at the crying girl softly.

The bond is already forming, he thought to himself. Good.

“Isaiah grab the girl and bring her home. We have a lot to discuss,” he told his son walking off.

Maybe it wasn’t all hopeless after all, he thought.

Isaiah picked his mate up and cradled her in his arms. He could hear the mumblings of the soldiers, something about a Princess Zoe. The name sounded familiar, but placing it was difficult. Unknowingly, he watched his mate. Her eyes were closed, and her heart was beating three times faster than it normally should.

“If you don’t calm down, you’ll give yourself a heart attack,” he whispered right next to her ear.

He felt the shivers run through her body before she squeaked out a soft moan. Isaiah immediately tightened his body before he lost control. He decided it was in both of their best interests not to speak until they got back to the castle. He didn’t want to lose control of himself with her in the middle of the woods.