Fallen Mate

8 A hunger like no other.

Triam

Triam tried to tune the spirits out as they whispered amongst themselves while they watched him pace the length of his room. They’ve been agitated ever since he got back from Fallen’s house, murmuring to each other about s**t that Triam didn’t care about. He had a lot on his mind and their chattering was not helping.

“Shut up,” he shouted, turning to them. They cowered in the corner of the drawers looking terrified. Triam stared at them. They’ve never reacted to him like that.

Look at his teeth, they whispered, looking away. Triam ran his tongue over the elongated teeth. His fangs were long and sharp. He hissed as he cut his own tongue. His vampire side was finally taking over. He could feel it pressing down on his wolf. Hunger he’d never experienced before, hit him. He’d felt hungry before, but it was never like this. Never this uncontrollable and overwhelming. Triam doubled over feeling like he was going to go insane. He gripped his stomach, dropping to his knees. He was so hungry. His wolf moaned deep inside him as the hunger intensified.

Oh f**k, Triam cried, biting into his bottom lip. The scent of blood filled his nose, overwhelming him.

“Triam?” his mother called as she rushed through the door. “What’s wrong?”

I’m hungry, so hungry, he opened his mouth to speak but his fangs sliced into his lips. Triam writhed on the floor. There was a war inside him. A deluge of emotions flooded his veins, and he could hear the rush of blood and a million heartbeats. They were driving him crazy. He slapped his hands over his ears.

“Vicker?” his mother screamed. He felt his father’s presence a few seconds later. The rage subsided a little as he wrapped his arms around him and carried him to the bed. “What’s wrong with him? Oh my God, this is what I was scared of. What if he’s turning into something bad? Look at his eyes.”

His eyes? What was wrong with his eyes? Triam tried to get up and go look at them in the mirror, but his father held him down.

“Just breathe, Triam,” he said, forcing him down on the bed. “Bring me a bag of blood from the fridge. I think he’s hungry.”

“Yes, of course,” his mother said, running out of the room.

He was hungry. But this was different.

His mother came back with a bag of blood. Triam drank it down and lay back on the bed. A few seconds later, he jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom. There he dropped to his knees and vomited all the blood.

“Triam?” his father called, walking into the bathroom. “You’ve drunk blood before. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” he said, wrapping his arms around his waist. He was still hungry. “I’m starving,” he said.

“I’ll bring more,” his mother said. His father helped him back to the bed. Triam lay down and tried to take control of his vampire side.

“Calm down,” he told himself, taking deep breaths. His mother returned with another bag of blood. He drank it down with a grimace. The blood was tasting foul the more he drank. He handed it back to her, having drunk only a quarter of it. He couldn’t drink it anymore. He was already feeling nauseous. What the hell was happening to him?

“You have to drink, Triam, or you’ll go crazy from the hunger. A crazy vampire is a dead vampire. You know that right. You don’t want your crazy grandfather to hunt you down,” his father said. Triam could hear the laughter in his every word, but he was too hungry to laugh.

“I can’t. It tasted weird,” he said, covering his face with his arm. s**t. He hoped he was fine by tomorrow. He had to visit his mate. He missed her already. Although being with her this morning hadn’t been as he’d thought. It wasn’t as thrilling and amazing as he’d felt last night when he was in Fallen’s room. Something was missing this morning. Triam didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was because she was in Fallen’s body. He couldn’t see past that. Every time he looked at her, he saw Fallen… even her scent. Triam turned with a moan as his hunger burned through him as her scent filled his nose. f**k. He was going to go crazy.

Do something, his wolf cried deep inside him. The fight between the two species was intensifying.

“I think he’s getting worse,” his mother cried. “Please, help him.”

“I don’t know what is wrong with him,” his father said. He touched his forehead and cursed. “He’s burning up.”

“What?” his mother climbed on the bed and touched his forehead. “He can’t get sick.”

“I know,” his father said worriedly. “I’m going to get Maximus. He’s the oldest vampire. He would know what’s going on with him.”

“Hurry,” his mother said. His father left. “What’s going on with you, Triam? You’re scaring me. I’ve been afraid of what you might become. I never thought that you might get sick. Tell me what is going on.”

“I’m hungry, so hungry. I don’t know why,” he mumbled. “And my wolf is begging me to make it stop. My vampire side is going crazy.”

“Why? Why now?”

He didn’t know. Triam shook his head. His father returned with Maximus and Celeste. Celeste rushed to the bed and placed a soothing hand on his temple. Her magic seeped into him. His grandmother’s touch felt wonderful. Triam moaned, leaning into it.

“Did you give him blood?” Maximus asked.

“Of course, I did,” his father growled out. He hated calling his father for anything. “I wouldn’t call you here if I hadn’t tried everything.”

“Alright,” he said. “The blood should take care of his hunger then.”

“He can’t keep any of it down. He managed to drink a little of it but he said it tasted bad.”

“Really?” Maximus said, getting closer to the bed. Triam stared up at him and he could see the interest in his eyes. “What is her name? Your mate.”

“What?” his father came to stand next to him. “Her? What are you talking about?”

Maximus laughed. “You’re getting old, Vicker. Or have you forgotten how it was when you first tasted your mate’s blood? Other blood tasted bad,” Maximus made a disgusted face.

“Oh s**t,” his father said.

“But I haven’t bitten her,” Triam said.

“You haven’t? That is strange,” his father asked. “Then its true. You found your mate.”

“Uhhh…” Triam said, not sure how to answer that.

“I think that’s a yes,” his grandmother said. She cupped his cheeks and smiled down at him. “Congratulations. Finding a mate is an amazing thing,” she looked over at his grandfather dreamily.

“Stop that,” Vicker said, waving his hand between them. “My son needs help.”

“I think we’ve just solved your dilemma. He needs to feel from his mate,” Maximus said, a frown pulling at his brows. “Did you forget how it was for you?”

“Of course not,” Vicker gritted out. “Come son, I’ll take you to her.”

No. He couldn’t go to Fallen, not now. He had to wait until morning. But it felt like he couldn’t wait until then. He had to try. He wasn’t going to feed from Fallen. He couldn’t bite Jesse either. Feeding from a mate was as good as claiming her.

“No. I can’t,” he said.

“Why not? This is only going to get worse,” Maximus said. “I can’t have a crazy vampire running around out there.”

Dammit.

What was he going to do?