forum Blood Oath (O/O CLOSED)

Started February 21, 2019 by Deleted user

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I almost jumped when a pipe exploded, water rushing out. What on Earth was she trying to do?

It was when I finally looked at her did my heart stop beating. She looked so pained, so heartbroken, standing there. I could see the clear desperation in her face, the utter panic taking root.

I didn’t know what to do. Would she attack if I approached her? But why did I even wanted to do that, when I even knew I was unwanted?

“Elle…” I started slowly, my feet rooted in my spot. “Stop. Just stop. What do you want? I can give it to you, so long as you control your ability.”

I know that, that wasn’t the best thing to say, but what else could I do? Hug her? That was the one thing I couldn’t do, no matter how much I wanted to.

Shit.

That shouldn't have happened. My stupid powers, my inability to keep control, it was going to kill me one day. Barely thinking before I acted, I jumped back from the wall and plastered a shocked expression to my face. "I–I didn't do that—" The lie was surprisingly convincing, even to me. But when I turned my head, eyes searching for his, my heart stopped beating.

He was looking at me.

He was looking at me, and he looked so heartbroken and devastated……. My stomach dropped.

Panic flashed across her eyes the second out eyes locked and I was instantly mesmerized. I felt myself getting lost in the way they widened a fraction. I noticed the lines on her face, her sunken bones—was she not eating well? Was she not sleeping well? Why were there dark bags under her eyes?

“What are you doing to yourself?” I found myself murmuring out loud, heart hammering wildly in my chest. I almost wanted to laugh at the thought that ran through my mind. Why would I be the cause of her appearance? Why would he be treating herself like this because she missed me?

"What are you doing to yourself?" he whispered, almost to himself.

My blood ran hot and cold, all at the same time. You're doing this to me. The thought of you, anyways. Do you have any idea what it's like, to want someone this badly, but know that you can never have them because of everything you've done? Because they'd never fall for you in the first place? Maybe you do, but not because of me. You hate me, I know. And…. I understand. I hate me, too. I just wish it didn't have to be this way.

Oh, how I wished that I could transmit my thoughts, broadcast them into his mind. But I only took the tiniest step backwards, swallowing. "I don't know what you're talking about. And—I could ask you the same thing."

I opened my mouth to speak, but a flash of pain interrupted me. I immediately looked away, wincing, resting my hand on Key’s head to balance myself. No. Don’t come. Please, for God’s sake just let me live this moment by myself. I beg of you.

You greedy child… you want a lot of things, don’t you?

I’m sorry. Yes. Please.

Wanting is different, but greed is not… how should I punish you, child, for always demanding things without giving something in return?

I shook my head, trying to dispel the crazy, insane voice from my head.

“Is that all, Elliot?” I finally found myself asking, trying to pretend nothing happened. “Or was there something else you wanted from me?”

My face shut down, a wall of blankness crashing down once I realized that my hurt was practically written across it. Don't call me that—I want to hear you say my name. My real name. I want to hear it from your beautiful lips.

Slipping my hands out of my pockets, I wrapped them around my middle, studying him for a second before tearing my attention away. Had I really broken him that badly? The answer was evidently yes.

"I don't want anything from you, Colton," I answered quietly, and this time, I was the one to avert my eyes. That's a lie, and we both know it.

Her lips parted and I couldn’t help but be transfixed. What was she doing to me? Why was I reacting this way? God damn it, why was it possible for one person to do so much to me?

Her face went blank and I instantly missed the expression she was making, because it made me feel like she wanted me just as much as I was beginning to want her.

My mind went completely blank at the trail of thought. Want. What was I saying? Why was I wanting these things? Was I that stupid? We were worlds apart. I was a monster and she was just a girl lost in a world where women couldn’t do what they wanted without fear of execution. Why was I, a freak, desperate to have a flower?

“If that’s so… then why aren’t you walking away?”

I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't bear the sensation of my throat closing up, of his words crushing the air of my lungs. Water began to drip down from the ceiling, heightening my already overflowing panic, and it was all I could do not to break. My heart was a teacup trying to hold an ocean of guilt and longing inside—how on earth was I supposed to handle it?

So I didn't. I didn't handle it. I just squared my shoulders, inhaled shakily, and let my legs carry me away.

She walked away. That was it. The final proof. I was truly unneeded. Worthless. Unwanted. Unnecessary unless there was someone to sacrifice. I couldn’t feel Key leading me into my room. I couldn’t feel anything until I was in my room, and that was when a cold laugh escaped my lips. It got louder and louder until there was a second deeper, darker voice mixed into it. I rested my face in my hand, the crazy smile on my face getting larger.

”Col… Colton?” Key tried calling out my name, but it only increased the feeling inside of me. The string keeping me back finally snapped. Darkness flooded me until I tumbled into the welcoming insanity, the dark pit I was so familiar with.

”Ahhh… this hurts…” I whispered through my fit of laughter, eyes wide, completely blank. ”This hurts so bad, but I suppose that’s how it’s supposed to be, huh?”

I didn’t exit from the pit of darkness.

I pushed my back against the closed bedroom door behind me, sinking to the floor. What have I done? I'd messed everything up. Badly—and now more than ever, I was afraid that there was nothing I could do to fix it. Burying my head in my arms, I let a few tears slip down my cheeks. Every time I closed my eyes, he was there, his face twisted into that same broken expression…

How long I sat there, trembling in the dark, I didn't know, but at some point, I felt small wings wrap around me. Scylla. Another tear traced its way down my cheek.

Hours or minutes later—my grasp on time was long gone by now—I lifted my head, and my jaw went slack. I han't run into my room.

I'd run into Colton's.

(I couldn't resist myself)

[TIME SKIP–ONE DAY] Colton's POV:

I looked at myself in the mirror, the smile on my face widening. Ah, it felt extremely good to be filled with this energy. I finally felt free. On the outside, I looked like Colton. Dear little Princeling, working hard to protect his country. But on the inside… I was my Mistress's servant, obeying her rules, making her proud.

Shaking my head, I finally walked out of my room when a shrilly alarm rang in the hallways, right next to my room. I always hated that alarm. Without looking at it, I raised my hand in that direction, and without hesitance, I fired a flame. The sound immediately stopped, and the smell of something burning made my heart race. Why hadn't I done that before? It was so satisfying.

I continued to walk, silence greeting me until I reached the dining hall. It was loud and boisterous, and it was getting on my nerves. Still, I pulled on a cold face like the Princeling would and walked with grace and power. I passed by my former dormmates, and the content on the newspaper they were reading almost brought a smile to my face.

Mistress would be pleased to hear this.

Kaden's POV:

Elliot had gotten worse. It was incredibly hard taking him out of the room to eat or do to anything in particular. Andreas and I had become far more worried. It was even taking a bad toll on Scylla, whose usual cheerful personality had begun to diminish.

Then, during breakfast, we students were passed a newspaper, and reading its contents drained the color from my face.

JEREMIAH WALKER AND BONDMATE EMERALD FOUND DEAD, TRACES OF DARK MAGIC FOUND.

(asgdhfjghkjksdhgfjhkj Colton)

Andreas's POV:

Elliot had been slowly getting better, coming ever-so-slightly out of his shell again…… And then we'd found him yesterday. Sitting on the floor—in Colton's room, a trembling mess. Everything the Prince had told me flew straight out of my head. Something had happened, goddammit, and it wasn't my best friend's fault. Was Colton hitting him? Abusing him? Threatening him? There was no way that this was Elliot's fault.

Now, we all sat at the breakfast table. He was the only one with an empty plate, seemingly unresponsive to the world around him, until Kaden let out a strained gasp. I turned, confusion twisting my features, and that's when I saw the headline of the newspaper in his hands.

"Oh my god…"

Kaden’s POV:

“That’s not possible,” I stammered. “What? Jeremiah was one of the Elites! How could anyone have taken him down? He was so strong… he couldn’t have—And… and there hasn’t been any murders recently so why…”

I couldn’t believe it. Jeremiah had been the reason I wanted to bond in the first place. I wanted to be just like him, a healer… and he was murdered. By dark magic. Something that hadn’t existed in a long time. Something that had been wiped from this world so how? How was this possible?

Andreas's POV:

"No…." I breathed, horrified. "No… that's not possible. They must have gotten it wrong—dark magic hasn't been around for almost four hundred years—" And it wasn't possible. It simply wasn't. It was like announcing to the world that the dinosaurs were suddenly back. "That–That can't be real. No."

Elle's POV:

As usual, I sat in silence, barely moving, refusing to eat. Guilt had taken my throat into his hands and was squeezing the life out of me… bit by bit….. And the constant image of Colton wasn't helping. It was as if my brain had bene hard-wired to think only of him. All trains of thought had a final destination marked down as Princeville. I was the holy epitome of stupid in love.

Beside me, Kaden and Andreas began to stir. Murmurs filled the dining hall, laughter quieting, smiles snuffed out. I frowned. What was happening.

"Kaden? What…?"

Kaden’s POV:

I slammed the newspaper down, frustration clear on my face.

“It’s not real. I refuse to believe it,” I growled. “There’s no way he could have died of something like this. It just be a mistake. It has to be.”

There’s no way Jeremiah, the top Healer could have been defeated. And Emerald… The beautiful bird… she couldn’t have been killed just like that. This wasn’t possible.

Colton’s POV:

I observed the panic spreading across the dining hall with a blank expression, but on the inside, I was smiling. It was finally happening, huh? Mistress were finally making her move. She finally took the first step, taking down a pathetic wizard and his bondmate to show the world dark magic was back.

Now all I needed to do was wait. Observe, listen. And then inform my mistress of everything that was happening inside of the Academy.

(Colton, no)

Andreas's POV:

The fork slipped out of my hand and clattered to the floor. I lay both palms flat on the surface of the table to steady myself, wrap my spinning head around this new information, but when the smell of smoke hit my nostrils, I realized that I'd burned two black, hand-shaped imprints into the wood.

Through my dazed fog, I heard Elliot's voice quietly addressing Kaden. Without another word, I picked the newspaper up in a burning hand and deposited it in his lap.

(Colton, NO.)

(Colton, who?)

(Colton, NO.)

(Colton, who?)

(chokes on air
That is not okay…)

Colton’s POV:

I tried to force back a wide smile on my features when my father requested an audience with me. Finally, I could have some information.

Mistress, just you wait… I’ll have the information for you…

I followed the king into the conference room where other court members were already seated.

“Welcome, Prince,” my father greeted, looking calm despite the panic I knew he was feeling.

”Thank you, Father,” I greeted back, taking my seat. ”So, I take it we’re going to need a plan to uncover the person behind this.”

My father nodded, and then the conference began. When I exited the room later that night, I told Mistress everything.

(Colton, NO.)

(Colton, who?)

(chokes on air
That is not okay…)

(:D)

Elle’s POV:

“What?” My eyes widened to the size of saucers as I stared uncomprehendingly down at the words before me. “No—Dark magic hasn’t been around since—“

Since women were banned from the Oath.

My blood turned to ice. No. Was this somehow my fault? Had I triggered this by bonding successfully? “This—This can’t be possible—“

Kaden’s POV:

“I don’t want to eat anymore,” I pushed my plate away, bile rising up my throat. “If the Elite bondmates couldn’t fight against this… how could we? Is this… is this why they’ve been teaching us more vigorously? Because peace has been breached and we’re going to be attacked?”

Andreas’s POV:

“Whoah, whoah!” I placed my hand on Kaden’s shoulder, soothingly rubbing my thumb over the back of it. “Hey, you’re getting way ahead of everything. This could’ve a freak accident—those happen. We don’t know if it’ll happen again. Also, whatever it was could have caught him by surprise. If multiple Elites combatted it at the same time, there’s no way it would win. Okay?”

I didn’t know which of us I was trying to convince.