Torn between mates

3. Prized Possession

* TRIGGER warning! This chapter contains kidnap. 

Unknown person's Point of view

I used my super-speed to stalk behind her undetected, but the damned Nympho was quite cunning, she saw me coming and flashed me a confused look; before she stood up fast pulling my witch with her by her hand.

“Lea, run! I don’t know what he is, but I know he shouldn’t be here….” I heard the ginger Nympho saying, as they both moved away fast. But they are no match for me and my speed.

“You need to por….” The Nympho was telling the young witch before I bit her and twitched her neck. Her blood was hot and spicy as I remembered her kind’s to be. 

A good appetizer. The witch looked at me, her big amber eyes wide with fear, that was such a beautiful sight, together with the smell of her blood made me hard instantly. She tried to move away from me, but I caught her in my arms before she had a chance to do so.

“What did you do to her?” she asked nervously, looking at the Nympho, now on the floor. 

“I just broke her neck, not a big deal.”

She started to pant, her pale face was getting red and a low-toned cry escaped her mouth as many tears wetted her cheeks. “Will she survive?” the witch’s trembling sweet voice asked. 

“I don’t know.” I shrugged indifferently. 

“No!!!” she cried out a bit louder now; as she tried to break out of my arms, which were firmly wrapped around her small frame, and get closer to the Nympho. “What are you doing? …. Wha-what will you do to me? You can’t do anything! The Humans will see, they will figure…” she said between sobs.

“Does it look like I care?” I asked her, furrowing my brows. 

This exchange between us was going much longer than it should, I normally don’t talk that much with my food before I drink and f*ck it. But since she will become my new pet and I am willing to keep her until she is drained, some words could be wasted. 

She looked down at the unconscious Nympho again and saw her squirming her body and whimpering in pain, this seemingly gave my witch some reassurance and her cries became silent. 

“Please let me go… I won’t tell anyone about it, just let us go….” She trailed off in a small voice.

I laughed in response. 

“Not now, nor ever, witch. You are mine.” I answered and dragged her with me some feet away, getting my portal device to take us to my den. I felt the young witch go limp in my arms. Great, the dramatic little thing just fainted! 

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3rd Person P.O.V.

Mel, Lea’s mother, was at the Wizard’s King castle, talking to Cali and petting Cali’s chinchilla. 

“And now Lea is all grown up and soon will move on with her mate too. I am really happy for her, don’t take me wrong. But I will miss her.”

“Don’t worry, I will remain here with you. Probably forever. I won’t find my mate anytime soon, if ever.” Cali says looking down. Mel pats her shoulder.

“You will find him. Don’t lose hope. Liv’s mates, for example, waited for their mate for centuries and now they couldn’t be happier.”

“That is true, but I am really not looking forward to waiting for centuries. I think about dating again, but I am quite afraid of it, after my last heart-breaking. So, it will be just my Morgana” she says smiling at the fluffy chinchilla in Mel’s lap, “and me… By the way, you shouldn’t be with your mysterious mate now?” 

Mel sighs, she was feeling a great sense of uneasiness lately, she was growing tired and sick of her mate not revealing himself to her. They met for the first time almost 30 years ago, had two daughters together, but she never got to see his face and she only heard his voice once. He makes her wear a magical mask before meeting him. 

She doesn’t know his name or much about him, yet she knows all the important things; how he feels, what he likes, his emotions, most secret thoughts, and dreams. She knows that he loves her, and it was enough for some time. Now, she wasn’t sure anymore. 

She tried to be patient and accept it. She knew he must have good reasons to do so. But even her unwavering patience was growing short. Everyone has a limit, and she knew she was about to reach hers. It is hard to live so long with a half-broken heart. Before she had her daughters always around and it distracted her from her pain; but soon when Lea moves with her Werewolf King mate, Mel will be left alone with a broken heart. 

“I wanted to come home earlier today. I am just not feeling so well.” She says looking at her hands entangled in Morgana’s fluffy fur. 

“I am sorry Mel… I can’t even imagine how hard it is.” Cali says, flashing Liv and Lea’s mother a look of sympathy. Mel has also grown to be a motherly figure for her since her own parents were never around.

“Lea is still there, but tomorrow she will be back here.” Mel looks at Cali and gives her a sad smile. 

“We can have a girl’s night. You, Morgana, and me. I wish Liv would be here too, but it’s close to impossible to take her from her overbearing males lately.” Cali muttered. 

Mel nodded in agreement. She could imagine how much Cali missed her best friend, maybe even as much as she missed her older daughter, they were always very close. But she knew Liv was very happy with her mates and that eased her longing to see her daughter more often a tad. 

All of a sudden, Mel starts to convulse, and she almost drops Morgana off of her lap. Cali lets out a high-pitched squeal out of shock. Mel brings her hand to her heart and squirms in pain as Morgana jumps off of her lap. 

“What is happening, Mel?” a very wide-eyed Cali asks nervously as she approaches her best friend’s mother and touches her shoulders trying to appease her violent shaking.  

“It’s the blood spell… Lea…. Lea is in danger.” She mumbles before fainting. 

Mel has cast a blood spell years ago; such a spell connects her to her daughters letting her know when they are in danger. When they were in harm’s way, Mel would feel extreme pain in her heart, the intensity of her pain is similar to the danger one of her daughters believes she is in. 

“Goddess!! I will call Liv.” Cali yells desperately, she starts pacing around the room looking for her mobile phone. 

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Lea woke up in an unfamiliar room, she was feeling quite weak and dizzy. She felt a little pressure around her wrists and looked down, realizing that she was wearing two brass bracelets that compressed her skin. The bracelet on her right arm was just above the one Richard gave her many years ago. The jewel that she always looked at smiling and remembering him.  

She was resting on a deep-red velvet sofa, she looked around herself, it was a wide bedroom, with an old-fashioned and kitschy decoration. Whoever owned this place wasn’t familiar with any minimalist concept. The black wood furniture was surrounded by too much decoration and ornaments, many of them red or purple. It had an aggressive, exaggerated atmosphere that almost hurt the eyes. 

Lea slowly gathered her bearings and recalled what happened. Oh, Goddess, she was kidnapped, again. Contrary to her first abduction, her current kidnapper doesn’t seem nice and harmless towards her. 

She mind-linked her father immediately. “Dad…Dad! Please!” 

Lea’s Elf powers were dormant, thus unlike other Elves who could mind-link anyone from their species, she could only reach her father.  

Her Elf powers were blocked by the Elf King when she was born to avoid anyone being able to identify her as a hybrid. Not many people know that Lea and Liv are hybrids, due to the fact that their father’s identity is kept in secret to almost everyone, even to her own mother. 

If people knew the truth about her would become public, she could be at risk, used as a war weapon, a bargain product, or even killed by those who would be afraid of the power of a hybrid, to which the extent was unknown. That was how rare hybrids are, in fact, the sisters were the only 2 hybrids in the 6 Realms.  

“Lea, what happened?” Maximus' edgy voice asked. She didn’t link him that often, so he figured something was wrong with her.

“I was kidnaped.” Her voice sounded weak and desperate even through the mind-link.

Maximus cursed under his breath. 

“By whom? How? Please tell me everything you know. And try to stay calm sweetie.” He said not even a tad calm himself as he heard her soft cries through their link.

“It’s a man… I don’t know what he is. He is not an Elf, nor a Wizard or a Wolf. He abducted me in the Human Realm, in a park where I was with Nema. Goddess, Nema! She is hurt, please find her.” She trailed off.

“What were the both of you doing there…. It doesn’t matter now…” he exhaled heavily trying to keep himself at least a bit calm. “Is he human?” 

“I… I don’t think so. He was taller and so very pale and he bit Nema… Goddess, is he? Is he a vampire?” she uttered through their link as more tears of fear and desperation poured down her face.

Maximus let out a guttural noise, almost a growl. “Probably. Let me know as soon as you know more, baby. Don’t panic, please.”  

“Yes, and please make sure Nema is safe and fine.” Lea pleaded. 

“I will.” 

Lea hasn’t ever seen a Vampire before, as far as she was aware of, at least. Different species didn’t mix up often, even though her sister, Liv, was quite invested in changing this situation and uniting the species. 

Lea’s case was a bit different, since she was a Witch elf (or Witchelf as her sister used to say) hybrid she had contact with people from these both Realms. She had also a bit of contact with Demons because one of her sister’s mates was the one and only King of Hell. Her sister has 3 mates, who happened to be 3 Kings of different species, which was unheard of before it happened to her. 

Lea sat up and tried to open a portal to escape, but her magic wasn’t working. Maybe it was because she was feeling weak or maybe her abductor did something to prevent her from running away. She thought. 

She stood up slowly and went to the door, trying to find another way to escape, but the heavy wood door was locked. She breathed deeply and returned to the couch, laying down to try to diminish her dizziness. 

“Maybe if I wait a bit my magic will start working again,” she muttered to herself. 

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Maximus

I start to pace across the living room, feeling very edgy and consumed by worry. I call Lea’s mate to let him know about her abduction and have him helping to retrieve my daughter and bring her back home. 

“Alpha King.” I greet, without trying to conceal the edginess in my voice.

“Lord Maximus. Is there something wrong with Lea?” the Werewolf King answers in a fidgety voice as well.

“Yes, she was abducted, apparently by a vampire.” I exhale deeply in exasperation before I hear a powerful growl from the other side of the line. 

A vampire. According to the legends, a hybrid’s blood is very enticing for vampires, it calls for them, that is one of the reasons why no one can know that my daughters, Lea and Liv, are hybrids, it would put them at great risk.

“I will find her. I gave her a bracelet with a GPS tracker. I’ll figure out where she is and let you know, and we’ll bring her back.” Richard answers in a guttural animalistic voice before he hangs up. 

I am quite surprised about how cunning the Wolf is, he found a way to track his mate while he couldn’t protect her himself. I certainly understand the feeling of needing to protect a mate that you couldn’t have by your side and in your sight as it should be. I understand this bitter and anguish feeling perfectly. 

Why have I never thought about it myself? That line of thought leads my over-worried mind to Melinda, she should be in pain now due to the reckless blood spell she cast. If I could speak with her, I would convince her to revert such a brutal incantation. I have to make sure my mate is as fine as she could be, I will send Sienna to Avalon’s Castle to check at my Melinda. 

The buzzing sound of my phone brings me back from my reverie, and I answer the call immediately.

“I know where she is, in the Vampire King’s territory. I am on my way to talk to the King now.”

“I will meet you there,” I reply. I have to mind-link Livia and my King, Elric, to let them know what is happening. 

I am not sure if having Richard speaking with the Vampire King, Alexus is a good idea. They are sworn-enemies. 

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Lea

My kidnapper opened the door but didn’t enter this room; he was in the room beside this one, I could hear him moving around slightly, but I couldn’t see him. 

I keep quiet, laid on the sofa, trying to make myself scarce. My magic still doesn’t work. Maybe if I don’t move or make any noise, he will think I am still unconscious and won’t come near me. It works for some minutes, but my luck is short. I see him coming to this room with the corner of my eyes. I close my eyes again and try to steed my breath pretending that I am not awake. But my shaking body, quick breath, and racing heart betray me. 

“Look who is awake…” the pale man approaches me slowly, a smile creeping his face, a smile that sends shivers down my spine. I swallow hard, he probably can hear my labored breath. I’ve learned that vampires have enhanced senses, so I am pretty sure he could see, hear and smell my terror.

He is tall, slim, and pale as wax. He has dark hair and light-brown eyes that look menacing and hungry. 

“What do you want to do with me? Who are you?” I ask curling up into a ball, I just couldn’t calm myself down, I am frightened like never before. 

There is nothing I can do, besides waiting for my dad to do something. I can’t use my powers and of course, he is much bigger and stronger than me. I’ve never fought anyone in my life, especially not using physical force. 

“How impolite of me to don’t introduce myself.” He mocking-bows down and flashes me another blood-shivering smile. “I am your owner, Princess. And you will be my food, satisfy and feed me in all ways.” He answers. 

I swallow hard again, panic overtakes my senses, my vision is blurry with tears and I am shaking so hard. “Pl-please let me go…” I plead.

“Why would I do that? Huh?” he asks as he runs his fingers through my black hair. 

I retract my body even more, for him to don’t touch me, but it just makes him angry. He pulls me by my arm, and I fall down from the sofa clumsily onto the floor; I try to gather some balance, sitting on my knees and trying to steady myself using my hands. He comes down to the floor and is in front of me before I could blink, his hand is around my neck and he keeps me still by holding my throat. I can hardly breathe, so moving away is impossible. 

“Be good!” he says, his voice sounds half-mocking and half as a warning. 

Both things make me angst. I try to nod in response. His other hand pulls my hair from my shoulder abruptly as he takes his hand off of my neck. I try to fill my aching lungs with oxygen, but before I can inhale the first bit of air, I feel his sharp canines piercing through the tender skin of my neck. 

A searing pain radiates from the biting spot to my bones, he keeps pricking into my skin in a violent, brutal cadence as I can feel my blood leaving my body fast. I hear his moans, as he sucks my blood, and it makes my stomach churn; my head is getting light and there are so many black spots in my vision. 

My heart is beating so fast that I think it will leave my chest. I am panicking, my breathing is failing. I don’t know what will happen first if I will faint or vomit.  But soon, I feel darkness surrounding me. 

~ * ~

Unknown P.O.V. 

I let her limp body slip away. I don’t like to feed on an unconscious woman, they are so cold and the thrill of seeing their scared eyes and muffled pleas is not there. One of the best parts of feeding on them is to frighten my prey. I revel in their desperation and fear, those body reactions can make their blood taste richer. 

Just like its smell, her blood tasted absolutely delicious. Its flavor exploded in my mouth, almost taking me to the edge of pleasure. If she hadn't fainted, I would have sucked her dry in one bite, in one gulp. She is this addictive. 

But I should take my time drinking her, appreciating the flavor. She is not like a cheap meal that one eats at a single time. Every drop of her blood deserved to be luxuriated in slowly. I should also let her recover a bit and hydrate her, to keep her flowing her red juices for me for longer.

As I’ve foreseen, this is the tastiest blood I’ve ever tried. It’s spicy, rich, and aromatic, like the wine aged in wooden barrels. It also has a floral note and a hint of vanilla. Her blood has it all. Warm, soft as velvet going down my throat. I’ve never imagined that a witch could taste that good, she is becoming my prized possession. 

It was worth it, all the hunt, all the wait, and all the risk I took to have her were worth it. Now I just need to have her completely and simultaneously, her blood and her body. 

I scooped her up and placed her again on the couch. Hopefully, she can recover fast, I can hardly wait for it.

As soon as you wake up, witch, you will be totally mine.