I'm Dying Mate (Iona Blackfield) novel Chapter 12

(12) The Female

(12) The Female

IONA

I sit up at the new voice that answered me. I gape at the beautiful woman in front of me with her cascading blonde locks and hazel eyes that has the thickest eyelashes I’ve ever seen. She’s wearing a tight white dress that hugged her curves from the wideness of her hips and

the size of her chest.

I couldn’t believe that someone looking like her would be on the football field of a random high school. The collar of her dress dipped low showing me her pristine swan like neck with her perfect tan. She stands there in her heels and I wondered how she can walk through the

field like that.

“W-What?” I ask, my eyes still looking at her beauty. She looks like a girl in magazines rather

than someone who is real.

She purses her lips with the red lipstick. Her eyes shown determination. For what? I don’t know. “I’m here to see who I was standing in for” she gives me a once over.

I knew I look hideous compared to her. I was too pale and sickly to be anywhere near pretty. Not to mention I’m wearing the bulky clothes of my mates and the fact that I was short and small compared to this goddess.

She smiles as if sensing what I was thinking that I wasn’t much to look at. “I can’t believe he’ll go for you”

“Who?” who is she talking about? Who on earth can she be talking about?

“I’m prettier than you and better than you. You look so incredibly sick that I can kill snap of my fingers” she sneers, her insults hitting me right at my chest. “I definitely am a better lay than you, virgin”

you

with a

Then it clicks in my mind. She’s the one who mated with Damiano. My heart fell to my stomach at the sight of her. I would have never one even if I tried and did my hardest. She’s the one he took to replace me but what was odd was that she didn’t have his mark.

No, bite on the neck and no indication that she was his. It gave my broken heart some hope but I held my tongue back and watched her. She saunters up the steps of the bleachers and noticed how high her heels were. It took a few seconds before she gets to me. I was quite

high up and far.

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My eyes gone steely as 1 look at her with my hidden jealousy and hurt. I didn’t want to seem weak when I already am in body. I can only do so much to look imposing but with my small height and lack of any muscles, it was hard.

I stand on my feet, the sun still giving me warmth while I watch the woman sweat a bit from it. She flips her hair back while looking down at me from her height. I didn’t know what she wants, and I have a feeling what it could be.

“You’re not even pretty” she says, and I wonder for a moment how come someone that looks so beautiful can have such mean words escape her lips.

I held my tongue while I waited. I have my suspicions that he is Damiano’s mate but that was my own opinion and it couldn’t be true. I don’t want to dish out an accusation without any truth to it.

“I see you’re wearing his hoodie” she says, I notice her diamond earrings swaying against the action of her scoffing.

I take a step back to which she takes one step forward. “Scared of me, little human?”

I wasn’t. there’s nothing much that can scare a dying person more than death itself but right now it hurts. The idea of him touching her and loving her is killing my heart more than anything. I feel like I wanted to die and the earth to swallow me whole.

The resolve in my body leaving me while my shoulders droop and I take another step back. I wanted some space from her and her perfume that saturated the air around us. I want to claw my heart out and cry as much as I want to take the pain away. I want to do so much things to take away the pain, but the reality is she’s better than me

“Is the little human going to cry?” nothing in the world annoys me most than her voice. I see her perfectly manicured nail touch her temple as she tries to look pensive. I know she was just mocking me. “Don’t worry I’m not here to hurt you”

Then why the hell are you here? I wanted to ask her but for some reason my lips were frozen shut and I couldn’t say any words at all. Her perfect make up and her perfect body looks so vomit inducing to me now.

“But I’m here to watch you suffer, little human” she whispers so seductively. “When he first claimed me, I was so ecstatic. I was going to mate with the most powerful Lycan who would inherit the pack”

My head flinches. Lycan?

“But then I heard I was only a stand in for his human mate that he didn’t want to hurt. They made me bathe in oils with your scent. They made me wear clothes that would have fit you if

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you were the one going through the ceremony. It’s your name he whispers to me and your name he says when he came❞

I blush and chastise myself that it wasn’t the time to blush but there were so many emotions roused in me as she tells me this. I also have no idea what ceremony and what does she mean by Damiano being a Lycan. I was so confused and frustrated for being in the dark.

“You like that, huh? But what I’m going to say next, you wouldn’t. he had my body, little human. He took it in every way possible. He made love to me and not to you. His Lycan loved my reactions not yours. Let me guess, he hasn’t even tasted your lips yet”

I feel my soul and energy leeching out of the soles of my feet. A painful feeling went through my chest that just sucked everything out of me. I didn’t know what she’s trying to do but she’s succeeding. I am suffering, and I know I can walk away and not hear her words

But I also know I would only suffer more if I don’t let her finish. I’d always ponder and think about what she’ll say if I walk away now. At least if I did stay and listen then I’d know how

* this end. It would hurt but nothing would hurt more if I walk away now and imagining this girl in my head over and over again to try putting words in to her mouth that would just hurt me more than it should.

I feel my pulse weaken and my heart beating ever so slowly. My balance tipping from side to side but I try to make it look like it was just me getting carried by the wind.

“Even I was your little stand in, I was the one who made love with him. I’m the feeling he’ll crave when he kisses you and when tries to mark you. I’m the one his Lycan and body would be feeling. Not you.”

I look away from her beautiful face. I blink while willing the tears away.

“His heart and soul might be yours, but his body is mine now”

That was the last thing I heard before my body tipped over the bleachers and everything went

black.

Mirage

Something bad has happened Deima, my vampire side, says to me.

I feel the tightening in my chest. The thirst in my throat tightens while I hear the pen break in my hold, I gasp in while feel my drool drop to the sides of my lips.

“Sir, the half-blood is drooling” I hear my seatmate, Jenny says,

What did you do now, vampire? Eros growls, accusing

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I couldn’t hear anything from around me anymore. I pull away from my seat and run out the room. Did someone call my name? my horrid nickname? I don’t know anymore.

I gasp again and feel the fire stoking my throat. There was something wrong and even though I was in pain from the thirst and the fire inside of me. my two warring sides weren’t helping. They were arguing again about what’s happening and I wanted them to stop.

Then I remembered, I know what this means. I hurry to one of his classes but trip and drop to the floor. I feel a flash of pain go through my elbow and I think I just broke my arm. But the thirst was worst, it was a pain I never thought I would feel again

I did everything I can to stand up. Hitting a few lockers as I walk swayingly in the empty halls and open the doors of the classroom. I immediately spot the blonde boy and his green eyes. I hate the fact that he and his brother have the same eyes.

“I…lona” I rasp, everyone’s eyes on me. “Is…in danger”

Mark stands abruptly from his seat and drags me out of the room. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

My fangs emerge from my mouth and I can’t help but pierce my own lips and taste the sweetness of my blood. I can see the disgust on Mark’s face at what I did. I ignore him and also ignore the churning feeling in my stomach.

“lona is in danger” I whisper, my voice raspy but my throat doesn’t burn as much as it did before. My throat constricts again, and I cough to scratch the itch. The voices in my head makes it hard for me to hear Mark out but I was able to manage

He grabs my shoulder harshly and to the point where I feel myself being lifted “Where is she?

”

Kill the damn boy Eros growls, my heart leaping at her will. My skin starts itching to shift and I have never shifted before.

I have a line of medications that keeps me from shifting. The doctors told us if I do undergo shifting I’d just be a weak and frail wolf and my heart would burst at the process. It’s one of the main reasons why I choose to let the witch take Eros instead of Deima.

Since that decision, Eros never lives it down. She’s moody and snappy at everything I can think of and would pick up every chance to fight with Deima. There are days she tells me to kill myself and I couldn’t blame her for being that way

“Last time I saw her she’s in the football field” I rasp, my stomach churning while I thirst for something more palpable than my own blood. My knees gave out due to the

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Like a switch, my hearing zones in to the hundreds of heartbeats that was in the campus. How I can feel their pulses as if it’s my

I lick my lips as I listen to the room own. In reflow closest to me. it’s filled with werewolves and humans alike. I can feel the heat of their own

blood as if it was mine.

An image of me, just running in while in their class and latching on to the closest warm body I can find tempts me in to do it. But I did the last sensible thought I can muster, and it was to run. I ran out of the campus doors and avoided any populate place.

Before I know it, I ended up in an abandoned building. I drop to my knees and in to the wet cement. I heave and roll to my black as I stare at the hole on the roof. I see some industrial chains hanging from the metal beams.

I pant with my mouth open. I groan in pain at the thirst that still wreaked havoc in my system. lona and I made a blood pact when we were younger. It wouldn’t seem like a big deal but for a vampire it’s one of our most holy covenants.

* A blood pact meant a joining of the soul or a small bond that resembles very much like a string would connect our souls. My soul was connected to lona’s and whenever she’s in danger I feel this incredible and deep thirst. It’s the main reason why I was always there to rescue her.

But now, who was going to rescue me? my tongue twitches and felt it get cut by my fangs. The sniveling amount of blood was good enough to scratch the small itch over the immense thirst. I knew I needed more but I couldn’t call my parents. Nor do I have any other friends. I was completely stuck where I was, and I know if I let this go on for another hour, my heart would burst in my chest.

Then I hear it, three heartbeats that entered the abandoned building. I roll on to my stomach and look expectantly at the direction of it. I hear their footsteps but also the thrum of their hearts. Their laughter came soon after and the smell of their scent made my nostrils flare

Alcohol

They were drunk. I wonder for a moment why they were drunk at this time of day but the thirst in my throat seems to throb. It made me forget my own damn curiosity. I noticed my nails has turn in to claws and dug on the wet cement.

“Man! I didn’t get to taste any p***y last night” one voice slurs. I hear the stumble of his feet before I saw him. I suspect he was about in his late twenties and unemployed due to the fact it was a weekday and it’s not even past noon yet.

“You know, we can always pay for one” Another man says. “I know a very clean brothel”

I hear a heaving laugh matched with a hand slapping on flesh. “A clean brothel?” The third

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