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Damien
"I don't like him. He is fucking shifty. He claims to know stuff about Lycans and Rogues. It's a load of bullshit." I mutter though Raven isn't listening to me. She is busy staring at Jenson.
The guy is hooked up to every machine possible and she spends all day here, watching for the tiniest clues. Looking for something that just isn't there.
The only reason he is alive is because of the machines.
Turn the ventilator off and the other one that's keeping his heart pumping and that would be it, but she couldn't accept that, even with her vast knowledge of medical stuff. Or maybe it was more that she wouldn't accept it.
Big black circles sit under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Her lips are chapped from the lack of fluids and every piece of food I put in front of her went uneaten. Even her favourite ice cream.
"This wasn't supposed to happen." she whispers, gripping Jenson's unresponsive hand. "We were supposed to stick together. Look after each other. And you had to go and ruin it!"
A single tear trickles down her cheek as she stares at her brother. "You couldn't just accept it, could you?"
"Raven, he can't hear you."
"You don't know that!" She snaps at me. "He could still wake up."
Even Dane knew it wouldn't happen.
"Raven, you need to sleep." I press. I needed to get her out of here, even if it were only for a few hours.
"I can't leave him."
"He won't be alone. I've asked Klaus to come and sit with him."
"It has to be me. If something happens..."
"Then Klaus will link you. This isn't good for you. You need to rest. To eat. It's no good if you are making yourself ill too. You won't be able to help him if you are making yourself suffer." I press, hoping that she would finally understand what I'm telling her. Her dark eyes flicker to mine. "I can't leave him, Damien."
"You will only be in the packhouse. You are not leaving him."
She sighs and slowly peels her hand from her brothers as Klaus appears.
"Anything Klaus, promise me if there is anything, you will tell me." Raven pleads with him, "A finger or a toe twitch, the machines. I need to know. Please."
"Of course." Klaus nods. He takes her seat beside Jenson and I still have to drag her away.
Tears fall more freely when it is just us. In bed, she lets me curl around her until her body is perfectly nestled into mine. I hoped my presence would be enough to make her feel something other than sadness and fear.
She cries and sobs into the pillow like nothing I have ever seen.
Being like me, you come to learn that death was expected. It truly is the only guaranteed thing in life.
We are born and we die.
What happens in between is up to us.
And though my own death is not something that scares me, the idea of losing my mate to it does.
The worst thing is, I could feel everything she was feeling, but I couldn't make it better. Only one person could and he was being kept alive by machines.
She falls asleep from crying. Her eyes are left puffy from all the tears and her cheeks are flushed red from her hands constantly brushing them away. But she was asleep and I wanted to keep it that way. At least for a little while.
Carefully moving away, I watch her for a moment, making sure she doesn't wake. A tiny snore escapes and I knew she was out and unlikely to wake for at least a few hours.
The house is empty and I find Neah sitting on the steps in front of the house. A deep frown etched on her face as she stares at Abraxas performing some sort of martial arts. "Dane?"
"Dane took the boys and Dorothy to Eric's parents."
"Is that a good idea?"
"They miss their own grandsons, well, the ones they thought were theirs. Dane thought the kids might cheer them up."
"And he thought it was a good idea to leave him alone." I nod my head in Abraxas' direction.
"This is all he has been doing for the last hour."
"You offered to watch?"
She nods. "Dane told him to stay where I could see him. He has done."
I watch other Wolves stop to observe him. Abraxas doesn't acknowledge them, like he is in his own little world. He moves with precision and ease, probably following training patterns that he had mastered over the years. "I don't like him."
"You don't like anyone." she smirks at me and takes a sip of water from her bottle. "But I get what you mean. He's strange. His movements, his words. How can someone know things like he does?"
"They don't. It's normally a result of research and watching, or he paid someone for information."
"Hmm."
"You think it's something else."
"I don't know what to think." She mutters and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. "Dane wouldn't have left him if he thought there was a problem."
"Maybe he is performing his own test."
Her big blue eyes turn to me as she nods in agreement.
From what I had heard, Dane did like to test people and he had odd ways of doing it.
It probably also means that Neah is not the only one watching this nutjob throw himself around fighting an invisible force.
I'm assuming he tested me at some point too. But I was here and he had chosen me as Beta so I must have passed.
Abraxas makes his way towards us.
Neah watches him with curiosity as he pulls a towel from his bag and begins wiping the sweat from his body.
"You train funny." She mutters
"Training is training." He cocks a brow, flashing his eyes in my direction. "Not all of us need to spar with someone to test our strengths and I definitely don't need to beat the shit out of a bag."
This guys obnoxious attitude was on another level and I was more than ready to put my fist through his face.
"No, you just take the pussy's way out and stick a gun in their face."
He smirks at me, a dark glint in his eyes. "You have no fucking idea, Rogue."
I get up, growling. "Call me a fucking Rogue one more time!"
His smirk turns into a grin. A laugh rumbles from inside of him and he turns away from me.
"Fucking prick!" I snarl
The dickhead stops, keeping his back to me. He turns his face a little over his shoulder, not quite looking at me, yet enough to show that he is challenging me. Neah grabs my ankle. "STOP!"
It was an order. Something that I couldn't refuse. If I wasn't annoyed, I would be impressed that she had been able to do it.
"I'm not a Rogue, Neah. I swear on my life that I do not want to go back to that way of living."
"I know that."
"Then let me smash his face in."
"No."
"Do you believe the shit he spouts?"
"I didn't say that." She murmurs with a frown.
I wasn't sure how to respond. Curiosity wasn't a bad thing, or was that he wanted Blair dead too? Either way, I decide to stay with her until Dane comes back.
The guy trains like no other. He is incredibly quick and moves with perfection, better than I had seen here in the pack.
I could see Dane heading back our way with the twins and Dottie.
She's skipping along next to him, carrying that bear from the hotel when she stops dead to stare at Abraxas. I watch her arm coil around Dane's leg as she hides herself behind him.
When I look at Abraxas, he has stopped too and is staring at my girl.
I hurry over to them and Dottie practically claws herself up into my arms. Her arms loop around my neck as she hides her face against me.
She's not crying and she's not scared but her heart pounds like crazy against her chest. "Who is he Daddy?" she whispers
"You don't need to worry."
I start moving towards the house to get her inside only to find Abraxas catching up with us. "Dorothy?" He mutters
I didn't care how he knew her name but he was not hurting a hair on her head. "Stay away from my kid!" I growl, pulling her away.
"Your kid?"
"Yes. Stay the hell away."
"She's not yours. She's mine."