Her Immortal Destiny

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Wyatt POV

I was utterly exhausted, my eyelids heavy with fatigue. As I lay on my worn-out couch, I couldn't find any solace in sleep. My gaze fixed upon the monotonous pattern of the ceiling, its chipped paint seemingly mocking me. Thoughts of her consumed my mind, making it impossible to drift off into sleep. Leaving that room with her felt like an insurmountable task; I almost succumbed to the temptation of staying. Never before had I cared for someone as deeply as I did for her. Normally, I would have stayed without hesitation, but Misty was different. I didn't want her to be just another fleeting encounter. No, she had become irreplaceable, and the mere thought of anyone else seemed inconceivable now.

Navigating this delicate situation with her required caution. Her mind had been tampered with by her own coven, even her own mother. She was in a fragile state, incapable of making sound decisions. Yet, when she initiated that kiss, an indescribable happiness washed over me. She possessed a goodness that transcended her immortality. It was a rarity I never thought possible. We were all tainted in our own ways, and the people I had encountered were no different from me – not good. To many, I was evil. But Misty, she made me question my own nature.

Restlessness overcame me, and I rose from the couch, pacing back and forth in my living room. My gaze kept drifting towards the hallway, as if compelled by some unseen force. It felt as if she had cast a spell upon me. Determined to resist the allure, I found refuge in my office. Opening the drawer, I discovered several vials, and without hesitation, I chose one and brought it to my lips. The concoction, a product of the black market, provided a calming effect. It was exactly what I needed, even if it was considered "bad." I had to prevent myself from returning to her, for if I did, I knew I would claim her as mine in every possible way. She was pure, unlike me, and I couldn't bear the thought of destroying her.

Finally, sleep seized me, granting me a temporary respite. However, the tranquility was short-lived as a series of loud bangs jolted me awake. Intuition told me that someone was attempting to breach my protective barrier. I swiftly rose from my bed, shrouded in darkness, and could sense the presence of magic intermingled with Misty's coven's signature. Letting out a weary sigh, I ran my hand through my disheveled hair. This intrusion could potentially jeopardize my position with the werewolf king, but I understood the risks I was taking. It also indicated that Misty held some value to him. Was he planning to exploit her ability to foresee the future, or did he have other intentions in mind? Strengthening my barrier became imperative. I hurried back inside, retrieving the ring I had acquired and a dagger, before venturing out into the night once more.

“Forgive me, every spell I cast with this has a purpose to protect.” I muttered As the blade glided across my palm, a sharp sting shot through me, and I watched as crimson droplets dripped onto the ancient ring in my other hand. Chanting the incantation, each syllable resonated with an electric energy that surged through my veins. The fusion of my blood and the spell fortified the invisible barrier, impenetrable by any force. I retreated a few steps, my heart racing, trying to catch my breath as the power of the spell pulsed within me.

As I approached my house, a series of crashing and clattering erupted from my room. Was Misty attempting to escape again? My urgency grew, and I hastened toward the source of the commotion. The spell's effects still coursed through my body, leaving me trembling. I flung open the door, only to find an empty room. Panic seized me, and I pivoted toward the bathroom, pulling the door open, half-expecting Misty to be trying to escape through the window once more. But to my surprise, she stood startled, her body stumbling back from the mirror. The box of my medical supplies lay scattered on the floor, its contents spilled. That must have been the noise I heard.

"Is your injury worsening?" I inquired, my voice laced with concern as I steadied myself, the remnants of the spell's potency still lingering.”

"It's fine, thanks to you," she responded.

"Then why are you grabbing supplies?"I questioned her.

"I saw you cut your hand when I looked out the window," she whispered. The room was filled with tension as she looked at me, her eyes pleading. "Sit in the room, I'll tend to it," she said softly. I hesitated, ready to leave again, but she pleaded with me, "Please, let me help." I sensed the urgency in her voice, the desperation to be of assistance.

"I sensed them, my Coven. You went out and did that to protect me again. So please, let me do something to help you as well," she demanded. Taking a deep breath, I finally relented. "Very well," I responded.

I walked over to my bed and sank onto the soft edge. She approached me, her footsteps barely audible on the wooden floor. "Open your hand," she requested. I had completely forgotten about the damn ring still clenched tightly in my grip. But it was only a matter of time before she discovered the dark magic I had used.

I slowly opened my hand, and she froze for a moment, disbelief etching her face. "H-how do you have that?" she stammered, her voice trembling. "I exchanged work for it," I simply said, as she delicately took a cloth and placed the ring on the table. "You used dark blood magic," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

"Yes, but only for protection," I responded, my words filled with a mix of certainty and caution. "I am well aware of the cost, but I also know that using it solely for protection won't drive the caster mad."

She nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. As she cleaned the cut on my hand and carefully wrapped it, she glanced at me. Her hand reached for the hem of my shirt, her touch gentle yet determined. "Let me see," she whispered, her voice tinged with concern. I instinctively placed my hand on hers, attempting to halt her, but she shook her head. "I need to see," she admitted, her voice filled with a mix of curiosity and worry.

Finally, I nodded, granting her request. I pulled my shirt off, revealing the cost of using dark blood magic - the intricate tattoos that adorned my body. They sprawled across my back, telling a story of protection and sacrifice. The more I had used the magic, the more they had grown, marking me as a bearer of both power and burden.

Misty's hand gently pressed against my back, her fingers tracing the intricate patterns. I could feel her touch soothing me, easing the remnants of the spell that still lingered within me.

I tried to rise, but Misty's hand rested on my shoulder, her touch pleading. "Why would you do this to yourself?" she questioned, her voice filled with concern and sadness. "You don't need to use dark magic. I can already sense how strong of a warlock you are. You're destroying yourself."

I met her gaze, the weight of my decisions heavy upon me. "Yes, I'm stronger," I admitted, my voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "But my barrier won't withstand the onslaught of your coven's blood magic. These marks on my body show that I've only used it for protection. I won't let it consume me." I said as I tried to move.

"Please, don't leave again," she pleaded, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I've spent so much of my life alone. If I wasn't being used to teach, I was ordered to remain in my room."

"I'll adjust the spell on your cuff then, so you have free roam of my house. And when I can trust that you won't run, I will remove it," I said to her. She simply nodded her head.

"Sit down, I'll do it," I told her, and she moved aside to allow me to lift her foot. As I spoke the spell, she commented, "You have a lot of spells memorized, don't you?"

"The ones I created, yes," I replied, as she looked me over once again. "You have free roam of the house now. Use whatever you need. The only room blocked off is my office. I'll be in there, so just knock if you need me. It's at the end of the hall on the left."

I started to walk away, but she clasped her hand onto mine, preventing me from leaving. "Don't. You're just going to lock yourself in there, away from me, aren't you?" she spoke softly.

I turned and looked at her, taking another deep breath to calm myself. "Under twenty-four hours ago, you called me your enemy. I am well aware that is due to what you have been told and raised on. On top of that, I have you bound to my house by a spell to ensure you don't run, because I can't risk what will happen if you leave. I meant what I said about my feelings towards you. It is very clear we are fated to be together. It's not normal. I don't think it's even heard of for us, as immortals, to be bound by the string of fate. I feel it, and I know you feel it too. A similar sensation to what I assume werewolves feel since they sense their mates. And because of that, it's making it really hard right now for me, while coming down from the spell, to be with you. Tell me, Misty, you know of dark magic. Now tell me, what is one way a caster calms themselves afterwards, since the high from using the spell can drive one mad at times?"

She finally looked down and admitted, "I've never used dark magic. I only know of the mark one gets."

"We use others to help calm us. We find other ways to help soothe the high. That is why I can't be around you right now. I have no intention of making you feel lonely in this house. You are welcome to be around me on most occasions. But right now, if I don't space myself from you soon," I started, but she interrupted me.

"I've never been with anyone before. In fact, you're the first person to ever kiss me. Not that anyone wanted me, as I was considered bad. Just like you, I fell for you the moment we met. I just didn't want to admit it because it scared me. I've always been told that your coven was evil. Yet, I guess I blindly believed what I was told. But in a short time, you've shown me that I was wrong, and I believe you. You released me from the spell, and you don't fear me because of the power I hold. When you released me, the first clear vision I saw was of you and me together in the future, happy and in love. I don't want to turn my back on fate. And right now, you're suffering due to a spell you cast to protect me. So if you need to use me to calm yourself, do so. I don't mind, Wyatt. I've made up my mind. I accept my fate gladly, meaning I accept you. I'm not leaving you. I'm still unsure about the cursed one, but I'm no longer following what I've been told my whole life. I'm going to simply follow what I'm here for. So if there's a way to protect versus destroy, I will hear you out," she said to me.

I took several more deep breaths, my heart hammering in my chest. The room seemed to spin around us. "I'm the first to kiss you. How is that even possible? The men around you must have been blind," I said, my voice filled with a mix of disbelief and desire. As I closed the distance between us, I could feel the heat radiating off her body, drawing me in. Pulling her against me, I let go of the little control I had left as I kissed her.

In that moment, everything else faded away. The world outside ceased to exist as our lips moved in perfect harmony. I wanted her, not just to calm myself, but because I simply wanted her with every fiber of my being. I had never felt this way before, never craved someone's touch like this. I wanted to know what it felt like to have her body intertwined with mine, to experience the intimate connection of love. But was it right for me to be doing this now?

Unable to resist the overwhelming desire, I gently pushed her against the bedroom wall. Our bodies pressed together, creating a delicious friction. As our kiss deepened, her hands moved up my body, igniting a fire within me. Her touch alone was driving me wild with desire. In that moment, I wanted her more than anything I had ever wanted before.