Mixed Fates

Chapter 6.

Ian POV.

“High Priestess Flora”

She spins around gasping.

“You little brat! I told you to stop appearing in my room, just meet me outside. Show your aunt a little respect”

I look at the older woman in her bathroom robe, she is the sister of my mother and high priestess of their coven. This woman is respected in almost all of the magic community, even some of the dark magical covens fear her.

“As I am an Elder, I will show up wherever and wherever I want”

She gave me a scolding look.

“I am close”

She threw her hands up and walked away from me.

“You are always close”

Anger boils up in me and I close my eyes to keep my magic from slithering to her.

“This is my last chance, if I fail Aunt, the council will make me stop to produce an heir to my bloodline”

She giggles.

“Your sister and brother have you covered there”

I turn away from her, punching the wall.

“This is no joke! I will not rest until I find them”

I feel her walk closer to me until she is standing behind me, she then puts her hand on my shoulder.

“I was there too, Ian. I also feel the burning hatred you feel for those inbred entitled people”

I look back at her, her aura glowing with red all around her.

“I am close I can feel it”

She puts both her hands on my shoulders.

“And I will be waiting for your call with all my warriors to wipe them out.”

Mia's POV.

I think I am losing my grip on reality. I am not seeing clearly anymore. I am not sure when I am awake and when I am sleeping. They have been trying to get more info about my magic. Thankfully, they have not asked me anything about my family so I am not so worried about them anymore. If they were going to use them against me then they would have already.

Meow.

No, no, no. There is no cat here.

Meow.

I open my eyes and yes there it is, on the floor by the wall further away. It was white with some brown spots on like a normal cat but the eyes. They are bright almost shining yellow and if we make eye contact the cat just stares down into my soul.

“No, not today demon cat”

I close my eyes and move my head away from it.

“Ohh no, she is awake” Theo sighs.

I smile at the annoyance in his voice.

“Just you wait until the cat will show you as much interest as me.”

He scoffs.

I am about to answer him but then I feel the cat rubbing himself against my leg and I suck in a deep breath. I can feel the bugs on him move from his furry little body over to me. They scrawl up my leg and into my belly button. From there they somehow got under my skin and are scrawling in all directions under here. I thrush around on the bed hoping to smash them but since my hands are tied I can’t do anything but just feel them.

I try to use the fire burning inside of me to kill them but like always my magic is dead asleep. We have been getting the little taste here and there but I am getting nervous about my magic leaving me.

The door swings open and in come someone’s but my vision is so blurry I can’t make out who it is. I blink about a million times to try and fix my vision but nothing happens. I bang my head against the bed, ringing starts in my ears and a small headache starts. I open my eyes again, the tears from the pain fixing the blur in my eyes.

I bite down so hard I am sure if I push a tiny bit more my teeth will break. Zander. His eyes are blood red with blood tears running down his face. His hands are all bloody due to him not having nails anymore. There are like claw marks all over his chest and stomach. They usually heal us before they bring us back but this is another step in hoping they are losing interest in us.

“Zander?”

He looks to me but like always, he doesn't answer me but I know that look. He is okey. They did not break him.

“Your next”

Blondie walks over to me and takes out the remote. The bed hums to life, anger boils in my heart. I see his head ripped off his shoulders, I see the blood spit out of his body and it jerking all around.

I giggle.

“I will make sure to wipe that smile off your face you crazy b***h”

“Not if you knew what is going on in my head”

We move through the halls like always, the same way. I know this way now by memory but it is useless, since I have no idea if we are going further in or out. There are no windows. I don’t even remember how fresh air smells like.

I am alone in the room and there are no tools inside so I am sure they are not going to be torturing me physically. I am stabbed by the needle to assess my magic then I am dropped from the bed to the ground. I try to hold on to the amazing feeling of feeling my magic runs through me like water over a bone-dry field. I roll my shoulders and sit up, I lean my head against the bed and close my eyes. I heal my aching body, I heal my hair, my teeth, every bruise and cut.

“Don’t waste all the magic we are so gracious to let you have.”

I am starting to hear this in my head now. This is not just some guy on a microphone anymore this voice is in my head. It has replaced my own voice inside my head.

“Why not just give me some more” I shoot back.

“You have not earn that privilege Bloodheart.”

I laugh at that statement.

I have not earned the privilege to my own magic. Ironic. I move over to stand on my knees then move slowly to stand up. I smile at them and look in my eyes in the mirror since I can't look at them.

“Give me more assignments so I can earn my privilege.” I say in a wicked voice I don't even recognise myself.

I have to reel myself in.

The door that I came through opens and I hang my head to the side without moving my body but the thing standing there makes the hairs on my neck stand up.

A little boy stands there.

He is blonde with green eyes. He is around seven or eight years old. He has his thumb in his mouth. His clothes are dirty and torn but not all the way to a begger way but just malnourished. He is skinny and his hair is sticking to his face.

I take a step away from him. I don't want this. What do they think I will do?

“Take his magic”

My eyes wide up until I feel like my eyeballs are going to pop out of my head.

“Don't kill him, just take his magic”

I take another step away from the child that just stares at me. He is not scared in the least of me.

“You are sick.” I say in a terror filled voice.