Filed to story: Sinful Mates (Imogen) Book by Jessica Hall
When she lets out the most heartbreaking guttural scream I have ever heard, the noise seems to burst straight from her chest.?Light consumes everything as her bracelet explodes blindingly, and so does she. Her emotions knock me through the bond, before I see darkness as I am thrown backwards.
I hit the ground with a thud, having the air knocked right out of me. I roll to my side, trying to get to my hands and feet.
Tobias groans loudly, making me look in his direction, but all I see is dust and dirt. I jump to my feet and gasp at the sight before me. Imogen is still in the same position, cradling her belly and rocking back and forth, sobbing. But that isn’t what shocks me, it is the house; or the lack thereof.
It is gone, blown to smithereens like it never existed. I look around at all the flattened trees, creating an enormous circle like a crater. Nothing is left standing. My mind is jumbled as I try to figure out what she just did and how she did it.
“Did she do that?” Tobias whispers, coming through the dust towards me, his body covered in dust and dirt.
I don’t know what to say, I can’t explain what I just witnessed. The dense forest literally has a huge part of it blown away, leaving nothing but debris everywhere. I walk over to Imogen, who is on the ground. I touch her back, and she flinches, turning her head to look up at me. What is she?
“She took him, she took him,” she repeats.
Her eyes blaze with fury and sadness, and that same strange look I can’t decipher. She blinks slowly, like she is understanding what she said. Her face transforms into hatred and darkness as her fangs protrude, making me jump back. She looks like an angel of death. The feelings through the bond are dark and cold, a hatred so cold I would hate for it to be directed at me. I shudder, realizing the darkness she is surrounding herself with. The only thing I can work out is that she is a vampire, but vampires don’t possess power like she just showed. She looks crazed and her eyes shine brightly with a hunger I have never seen, in a color that is out of this world and ours.
“Who took him?” Tobias asks, holding his hands out like he is trying to catch a wild animal. Her eyes flick to his. I watch as he too takes a step back from her. I can feel her anger coming through the bond, but this isn’t like any anger I have felt. This is burning hot, threatening to boil the blood in my veins, anger that is all consuming and rabid. Looking down at her, I think how she used to be so pure, so innocent. Now, though, she looks lethal and murderous. I don’t like this look on her, it scares me, makes me wonder what she has become.
“My sister,” she spits.
I can feel her hunger as her anger takes over, the darkest parts of her taking over and she isn’t even fighting against it, instead embracing it, letting it wash over her and take control. Stepping towards her, her head cocks to the side, her eyes snap to mine, watching me like a predator. I can feel Tobias’ confusion through the bond, matching my own. Imogen is an only child, who is she talking about?
“Bianca,” she says, answering both our thoughts. “I’m going to fucking kill her!” She spits so vehemently I flinch at her words, because I know she means them. I stare at her, something is off about her. I would hate to be Bianca when she finds her. And I have no doubt she eventually will, nothing but determination and anger washes through our bond, her emotions overriding everything we feel.
Imogen
The cold, I remember feeling cold, drowning in freezing temperatures. I never remembered being this cold before; too cold to even shiver. But that’s not all I remember. I remember the darkness ebbing and rolling over me as it sucked me in, swallowing me completely.
So dark, it erases the pain that is consuming my soul, the darkness that comes with each breath, shoving me deeper into my mind. I try to push against it, knowing there is someone waiting, something I need to remember. Yet, I can’t remember what my mind is trying to fight against. I just know it is bigger than me, more important than me. Something worth fighting for.
I continue to push against the darkness, catching glimmers of images dancing in front of my eyes. Each image warms me slightly, but not enough to take away the cold I’m slowly being plunged into. The darkness threatens to consume me, my mind whispers something to me. I can’t understand what it is saying until I recognize one word. “Boy.” The word slowly slips into my mind, louder and louder echoing throughout me. Until I understand what the whispers mean.
It isn’t them talking, it is her; I recognize the voice, yet can’t remember her name. Her voice gets louder and taunts me, pulling at my heart, which feels like it stopped as it twitches in my chest at her words.
“Aw, he is perfect, Imogen. A little boy.” The taunting voice grows louder, igniting something within me. Calling to me to keep fighting against the darkness, pushing me out of the numbness that is trying to consume me. Little boy, I have a little boy. My little boy.
Every emotion I have ever felt around that one word floods into me, crashes over me like waves on a beach, tumultuous and unrelenting. Light breaks through the darkness, shining like a beacon above me, showing me just how far I have fallen into the depths of my own mind, trapping me in the darkness.
I feel like I can’t breathe, choking on every emotion, choking on my despair, choking on the thought of my son. I try to reach the beacon of light glowing brightly above me, stretching myself. So close, yet I can’t quite break free of the binds trapping me within myself, weighing me down. I struggle with everything I have, my fingers outstretched, trying to grasp the light. My fingertips light up as the light finally touches, warming me before I feel like I’m rushing upwards, reliving every pain, every memory flooding into me. Watching the time fly past me, my life flashes like an old movie before my eyes.
Watching my mistakes, watching my triumphs, then, seeing them. My body turns to static, everything electrifies as I see her and what she did, what she took from me.
Something within me wakes, as panic takes over every part of me. I’m thrown forward with so much speed, I try to catch a breath, desperately needing air. I suck back, feeling my body breathe as I’m plunged back into my surroundings jolting me awake. I open my eyes, fearing what I will see, praying it’s not the darkness.
Seeing green hypnotic eyes watching me, yet looking straight through me. I look around, the thunder and lightning cracking above us, seeing trees and the smell of damp earth. I breathe deeply relishing the air, it smells different, stronger. I can smell and hear everything, making me snap my head from side to side trying to pick up every little detail. Only to see the green eyes again. I clutch my hands onto him, to make sure he is really there and not a trick of my mind.
His stubble feels rough under my hands, tears prick my eyes when I realize, I’m not dreaming, he is really here. I’m still alive, still breathing. I look down to rub my swollen belly only to feel nothing, ripping at my clothes, trying to find what I know should be there.
“Where is he?” I ask, hoping he will have the answer, hoping they got here in time.
“Tobias?” He asks, watching me closely. I thrash around, trying to get him to release me.
“Where is my baby, Theo?” I yell, my voice breaking and echoing back to me.
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