Page 42 of My Dark Obsession

Laying on his back he stared at me through tired glassy eyes. The more I stared back, I realised how tired he looked, how pale he was, how he was actually looking quite thin. My mark burned with the need to look after him. My stomach swam with coldness. Something was wrong. I could just feel it.

His hand circled my wrist with more strength than he looked to have and pulled me forward, so I fell on top of his chest, my hair creating a curtain around our faces. Hiding us from the world. I couldn’t help the gasp at our closeness.

“I don’t want to hurt anymore. I don’t want to do it anymore,” he whispered to me, his voice low and full of pain.

“Do what?” I whispered back. My heart began to beat faster as my hands pushed at his chest, lifting my head to frown down at him. Someone was hurting him. I didn’t know who, didn’t know how, but I could feel his pain reaching out towards me, searching for our Mate bond to heal him.

His eyes were now closed as he soundlessly moved his mouth in a name I couldn’t understand.

“Cole.” I shook at his hard chest. It did nothing but cause him to groan and wrap his arms around me. He pulled me in tightly as he drunkenly drifted off. My core heated more as I felt his cock grow between us. My breath hitched with the need to reach down and press my lips to his.

Ugh the fucking Mate bond.

No. I didn’t want this! But just because I didn’t want it, didn’t mean I couldn’t see if he needed medical aid in some way.

I pulled back from him, pushing against his tight hug as he mumbled more nonsense.

“I’m dark, so fucking dark. My mind, it asks me to do things…sick…so sick.”

Frowning down at him, I started to understand slightly that he thought the darkness within him made him sick, made him unworthy of being pure. So someone, I didn’t know who, was doing something to him to make him less…dark ?

“Being Dark doesn’t make you unpure,” I whispered down to him.

“Being Dark isn’t what makes people sick.

Having these thoughts or being different doesn’t make you unworthy; it just makes you, you.

You have to accept who you are and fucking embrace it.

Let it empower you, enrich you! Allow its Darkness to fester and grow within you! ” I trailed off as my eyes grew wide.

That was it.

The acceptance.

I had to accept the Darkness within me.

It wasn’t the power, the fact I was a witch or had Mates’, and it wasn’t Wisteria. It was the darkness within me, the constant noise within my head, my deep obsessions and possessive need towards the people that were mine.

That odd vibration began to tingle along the soles of my feet within my thick boots. It travelled up my calves and swirled around my lower back were my Circle Mark resided.

This time, I closed my eyes, breathed deeply and allowed it to continue its path.

It travelled around my waist, up my stomach before settling within my chest, where utter peace consumed my entire body.

I was a Dark Witch, with a Darkness within me.

And I accepted that.

Opening my eyes, I grinned. My skin practically glowed and my long hair floated above me, standing on its ends. I looked bad-fucking-ass!

I pressed my hands against Cole’s chest to try and move out of his grasp, my fingertip brushing against his skin peeking through the creased buttoned top .

The second our skin touched I could feel it, that horrid spicy tanginess was smothering him from the inside out. He wasn’t sick with Darkness but was sick with a magic that felt wrong; it felt vile and deadly.

The vibration within my chest spread through my arms and heated my hands.

This power inside of me wanted to leak out, to delve into Cole and grasp the horridness that was hurting him.

So, I closed my eyes and gave it the acceptance it needed.

I gave it my full permission to do whatever it needed to do.

I let my magic expand around us, allowed it to search out for anything that may need healing on Cole.

It spanned out, searching, seeking. There were no visible wounds, but I could sense something, something tearing at him.

His mind was fuzzy, and it wasn’t from the drink.

Frowning, I pressed further, searched further, down his chest, his arms and shit.

..there…his stomach was externally fine, smooth and healthy.

But internally, it was like he had been butchered, sliced and rearranged.

Something was spreading there, winding around his veins and organs, travelling hidden within the blood straight to his brain.

What the actual fuck?

I needed to get whatever that was out of his body! It was killing him.

Taking another deep slow breath, I took a risk and pictured his organs healing, stitching themselves back together, rearranging to their rightful places.

And somehow, I just knew that it was actually working, and the organs were doing exactly as I had wished.

I moved onto whatever was swimming around his blood.

It tried to hide from me, but I found it, sneaking around his body, causing more damage along its way.

I mentally grabbed at it, held it within my mental grasp as I commanded it gone.

Screamed at it to leave his body. To simply fuck off.

Cole groaned beneath me, his back arching off the bed as he held me tighter. He said he was poisoned with Darkness, but someone had put this poison there. Someone was doing this to him. And he had no fucking clue what they were doing.

Pulling back and opening my eyes, my head begun to throb as weariness took over.

That took more from me than I had expected, but looking down I could see Cole’s paleness was subsiding.

His body grew healthy beneath me as his White magic now filled him with healing that it couldn’t provide before.

Whatever was inside him had stopped his magic from doing its rightful thing.

Who had done this to him?

I tried to wiggle from his arms, but he held me tighter before he opened his still glassy eyes.

They softened before he mumbled, “Gotta tell her, gotta tell Amaya...she’s the only one. She can…” His eyes slid shut again as he mumbled incoherently.

“Tell me what!” I demanded as I finally extracted myself from his arms, ignoring my mark as it practically cried out from the loss of his touch.

I was the only one to what!?

“Cole” I tapped at his face in urgency, I didn’t know what he was on about, but I suddenly felt like it was important.

“Cole!” I snapped as I tapped his cheek a bit harder this time. My chest constricted just as my breath hallowed out, a gasping wheeze coming from me as I began to struggle to breathe. That feeling of someone pressing on my chest once again causing me to gasp desperately for air.

What was happening to me?

Cole grumbled as he squinted up at me. “Amaya–” groaning he rubbed at his head before his arm flopped down to his side.

“She’s the only one that can go through the portals.

Her magic...even if they are shut. She’s the only one…

her magic…can sense the portals…openings.

” He was out like a light, a small snore creeping from his throat as he lay still on Rí’s bed of clouds, his blond hair stark against the black sheets.

I could go through the portal.

I could go through.

My heart slammed in my chest as my hands began to sweat. Wiping them on my jeans, I scratched my nails at my legs, pulling at the fabric as my mind raced with his words.

The pain within my chest subsided as I gripped my hair in my clenched hands. Did I get Rí? Ziel?

I couldn’t wait.

I needed to see my boys.

Even if to check they were okay.

Then I could come back and tell my Mates.

Right?

I ran from the room, down the stairs and as I turned the corner, I slammed into a soft body before we both fell to the floor in the darkened hallway. My butt hurt as I dragged myself up. My heart still raced as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Bri glared at me as she rubbed her own rounded butt. “Amaya? Are you okay? Why are you running? I was looking for you. Hay your hairs floating! You look mag...”

I cut her off with the press of my hand to her mouth. I hated to see the spark drift from her face, but I had to rush. I didn’t have time. I could see the boys. Now.

“I have to go. The portal can be opened!” Giving her no more explanation, I walked around her to the back door that was hidden in the dark hallway.

Bri grabbed my arm and stopped me, turning me to face her, “Stop. Wait!”

The horrid feeling of whatever was inside of Cole still slithered through my veins, but something about Bri’s touch sent shivers down my back. Her usual warm brown eyes seemed cold, angry almost. The power vibrating through my body rebelled against her touch, unkeen to be in her presence.

Her faced changed, hardened as she straightened up, brushing her hands along her perfectly styled pink sundress.

Nodding to me she said, “Go. I’ll distract your men.”

Well, I wasn’t going to argue with that. Nodding back to her once, I rushed out the back door, squeezing past empty crates of Rí’s liquor glasses. I snuck down the back alley before I spotted the cobbled pathway to the Dead Village.

I knew they were going to be mad, but I just couldn’t wait.

This entire time if I had just accepted the Darkness within me, my powers would have appeared, and I could have gone back for them sooner.

My stomach swirled with a coldness I only recognised as fear.

My chest constricted and I knew, something was wrong, so very wrong and I knew they needed me.

I was getting my boys.