Page 44 of My Dark Obsession

‘Clarity-Claritate’

Cole

I had spent practically my entire life hiding who I was, hiding my pain and darkness from my father and the entire Council.

I was poisoned with it, sick and cold. I hid it for so long, I did as I was told, went where they told me too, polished up on every possible Grimoire there was in Wisteria, dressed to the nines at all times.

But Fates Above fucking damn it, the darkness was always there.

On my eighteenth birthday something within me broke.

I thought the darkness had finally taken over, because I just couldn’t fucking listen to my father and his relentless prattling about the good of the future anymore.

What fucking future? We were all stuck in an endless cycle of life.

Wake up, do as we were commanded, smile. Be a good little boy. Sleep. Repeat.

But that morning, my magic did something unexpected, after a typical tight-lipped command from my father as he walked out the front door of our pure white lavish fucking mansion, my magic…

exploded. Every window, every glass every crystal from our over-the-top chandeliers shattered.

The anger that clawed at my stomach was cold and oh so incredible.

It was only after I looked down at my father’s still-beating heart within my hand, did I realise what had happened.

H e found me that morning and promised to help me, promised he would help remove the sickness that was the Darkness.

But I know now, it was him that made me sick; it was him who poisoned me, filled me with black magic and allowed it to eat away at my mind, turning me into his version of a pure witch.

Someone who he could command and train. Four fucking years I had undergone torture at the hands of someone I had trusted. Someone I had believed in.

And then there she was, so beautifully Dark.

She was cold, practically soulless, so silent and so controlled.

She was perfect. A Dark Witch. A powerful fucking being.

And she was to be my Circle Link, my Mate.

But I practically spat at her. Told her she was disgusting, that she was poison.

At the time I genuinely thought she was.

I thought she was putting a Dark spell on me, that she had planned to ruin all our progress of taking my sickness away.

I told her she should have been ashamed of her Darkness.

I was wrong .

I was so fucking wrong. Having a darkness wasn’t bad, not on her. Fuck me it was everything on her. It was a serene beauty that nobody could compare too.

But I had finally realised. I was never sick; I wasn’t full of a darkness that wanted to overtake me. No, the darkness inside of me, that was Amaya; that was our Mate bond trying to connect us in some way. I believe it could have been her magic seeking help all the way from the human realm.

She had healed me, after everything I has said to her, after pushing her away countless times. After coming to her drunk and foolish and saying more vile things to her, she had still healed me.

I didn’t know her, not really, but her magic called to me, her soul screamed for me, and her eyes: Fates Above be damned, her stunning purple eyes.

I remembered practically everything that was done to me over the years, remembered the hushed conversations between my father and the Council.

I remembered their secrets they thought I would keep whilst poisoned and confused.

I don’t know how I managed to hand over that stupid White Witches’ address, but I remember the anger that had boiled within me at the thought of Amaya being anywhere near him.

I needed to find Rí and Ziel. I needed to tell them everything.

I was more focused than I had ever been.

They were a good choice for Amaya: strong, powerful supernaturals.

I was weak. I knew that now. I knew I had fucked everything up, that she would never accept me.

But shit I would beg for fucking forgiveness if I needed too.

Dragging myself from Rí’s huge ass bed, I steadied myself, allowed my eyes to focus.

Her scent surrounded me, Dark fruits with the mixture of firewood cake; she had mated with the dragon.

Inhaling deeply I commanded my magic to take the effects of the alcohol away, commanded it to finish its brutal task of healing me.

I rushed to the bar, gathering strength in my White magic for the first time in years.

Stopping at the base of the stairs, I frowned as the lyrical humming of a Siren reached my ears, pulled at my heart and tried to take me under.

Its silky touch dragged at me but somehow couldn’t get a hold of me.

Amaya’s healing magic was still within me, still curled around me like a protective barrier.

Grinning at the thought of her being with me even if it was just a touch of her magic, I prepared for whatever was in that bar.

Unbuttoning my shirt sleeves, I shoved them up my arms, rolled my shoulders and stormed into the bar.

Every damn misfit and shifter, including Rí and that Death Warrior stood facing the bar, swaying to the low song of the Siren.

She stood atop the bar swaying to her own music as she enthralled them all with her voice.

Sirens were a rare Supernatural; they barely left the Mermaid Quay, choosing only to reveal themselves when they found their prey.

They lured their prey to them with their song.

Once they had someone within their grasp, they then ate the flesh from their bones and used what was left to decorate their underwater caves.

It's said that the Fates Above didn’t even create them, that they were from the Human Gods and had snuck their way to the magical realms .

I wound my magic around my arms, relishing in its use for something other than the Council, before pulling at the tight invisible string and releasing it in the direction of the Siren.

White light flung from me, catapulting into the Siren and sending her flying behind the bar, smashing into bottles and halting her mid tune.

Rí and Ziel shook their heads, trying to clear away the fog that had clouded their minds.

The dragon blinked his red eyes towards me before a deep angry rumble filled the now silent room.

His eyes glowed brightly just as Ziel released his own angry growl, aiming his snarl in the direction of the source of magic: me.

Rí’s canines grew as he roared his rage.

“It’s a fucking Si-” I flew backwards onto a small table before it collapsed to the floor as his huge fucking weight pushed us down. He wrapped his massive hand around my throat and held tightly to stop any words from leaving me as he glared down at me.

I couldn’t breathe enough to gather enough strength or magic to push his mammoth body off my own.

“Where the FUCK IS MY MATE!” he roared; my ears rang as all the glass in the bar cracked before shattering from his dragon’s roar. That wasn’t just Rí glaring down at me.

Shit.

The Dragon had come out to play.

“Get...the...fuck…off,” I managed to squeeze out between punches to his forearms. This fucker was big.

“I smoke for two fucking minutes, and this shit happens.” A raspy chuckle reached us as Ziel walked over and stood above us, a Mayfeaver hanging from his lips.

“This prick did something to me...where is she? WHERE IS SHE!” Lifting my head with his hands still wrapped around my throat Rí slammed me back down onto the broken table.

Pain radiated through my skull as stars lit up behind my eyes.

Bending down to my face, Ziel’s empty eye sockets filled with a blue flame that had my mouth drying. Shit okay this was going south quickly.

“I don’t...know...Siren…bar…” I squeezed out while trying my best to gasp in air through the small gap Rí allowed.

Growling at me, he lifted his hands and dragged me by my shirt towards the bar, slammed me into a stool and leaned over it.

“The fuck...” he rumbled as he jumped the bar and stared down at the Siren.

“Told you fuckers. Wanna thank me for saving your lives? Prick,” I gasped and choked out as my magic tried to heal the bruising done to my throat.

I sneered at Ziel as he prowled over and jumped the bar to stand with his Circle brother.

My chest pinched at them standing together, accepted and united.

“The fuck?” Ziel rasped around his Mayfeaver as he bent down and dragged an unconscious Siren to her feet before slumping her over the bar. Her face and arms were the only things holding her up as her feet dangled down behind the bar.

I narrowed my eyes at her. I could have sworn I’d seen her before.

“Bri...wake the fuck up.” Rí shook her shoulder roughly, pulling a groan from her unconscious form.

“You know her?” I asked as I looked to the crowd of frozen Supes .

“She’s the owner of Bri’s coffee,” Ziel muttered. “Supposedly our Mates’ friend.” He wrapped her hair around his hand and lifted her head as she opened her eyes. Gasping, she tried to pull away as she realised her dilemma: three pissed off men looking for their Mate.

My Mate.

“Ha-Hay there dragon man,” she stumbled out nervously.

I stood from the stool and got in her face. “Want to explain what the fuck you were doing and where the fuck Amaya is?”

Her nervous looking face straightened out before forming into a sneer as she laughed, causing us all to freeze.

“She’s gone. Gone home to her precious boys.” She laughed more as she slammed her head into Ziel’s face, cracking his nose as she detached herself from him.

Licking the blood pouring from his nose, he growled out, “Stupid bitch” before snapping it back into place. The blood now coated his mouth as Ri reached to grab her once more.

“Ah, ah boys, hurt me and you lose any hope of getting your precious little Dark Witch.” Walking around the bar and stepping back from us she grinned, looking every bit the deceiver she was.