Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 75

　　Tobias POV

　　She took off, leaving us behind to follow something only she could smell, Theo and I stood stunned at what just happened. She fed off both of us. Something that I have never seen before. Vampires didn’t feed off vampires. Not only did she feed off us, but she also marked us in process. Not that I wouldn’t want to be marked by her, I just didn’t think it would be under these circumstances.

　　“That’s because she isn’t just a vampire, Tobias, haven’t you noticed? There is something seriously wrong with her. Did you see her eyes, feel the darkness surrounding her?” Theo asked, wiping his neck.

　　“The worst part though, I think she liked it consuming her, like she was letting it” He mumbled.

　　I moved toward him, examining his neck that had already healed but left a black mark from where her teeth had sunk in. Imogen’s mark was when we marked her. This was the first time I had seen markings that were tinged with darkness. Examining my mine, it was the same.

　　“We need to find her come on” I said as I took off running, shifting mid jump. I could just faintly smell her scent, Theo tore ahead of me, chasing after her. I hated that I wasn’t as fast as him. But I now doubt he would be faster than her. She was a newborn vampire on a warpath. Her senses in overdrive would fuel her like air to a fire, a raging inferno. I just hoped we could get to her before she did something reckless. Killing Bianca wouldn’t do anything but cause more trouble. Our laws are not to be broken lightly. No matter the crimes, everything is meant to go before the courts first.

　　My father was paying for his wrongdoings now, for killing his own kind, for killing Alaric. Imogen wouldn’t survive that torture. My father knew the consequences of doing what he did. Imogen has no idea the torture they will put her through for killing Bianca. I wouldn’t let her pay that price. She has been through enough already without being subjected to such barbaric cruelty.

　　I had been running for what felt like ages when I finally hit the town. Theo was nowhere to be seen, yet I could feel the bond pulling me towards the piers. We had been here before, searched every part of this town already and were quite familiar with it. Shifting back, I walk through the backyard of the property I came out beside. Praying that a man lives here and not some old lady. I needed clothes or people might become curious about a random man walking around butt naked.

　　I cuss when I see the only thing on the clothesline appears to be woman’s clothes. I quickly grab the floral denim shorts off the line. They seemed to look big enough and other than that there were only a few pieces of children’s clothing. I quickly slipped them on, my balls being squished in the tight fabric. I tried to do the zip up, nearly howling when I zip the sensitive skin of my family jewels. I didn’t have time to be picky and instead readjusted my large length down my leg and took off running towards the piers. I looked like a fool, but the things you do for those you love, right? Coming to the piers, I see Imogen’s glowing figure at the end of pier her hands outstretched, I can feel her burning anger through the bond but also something else. Fear. Feel Theo’s disbelief through the bond. I run towards them, my feet creaking on the wooden pier, making Imogen and Theo turn to look back at me.

　　I never should have run onto that pier, my heart skipping when I see Bianca, our child in her arms. Noticing me running towards them, she uses their distraction to her advantage as she acts, hurling the blanketed bundle in the air before diving off the pier. My voice echoing as I scream to them. Theo reacting just in time and catching our child before falling into the ocean. I hear Imogen’s bloodcurdling scream as she looks on frantically into the black water raging below. Bianca long gone, as we wait for Theo to resurface.

　　Breathing only when we see him break through the water’s surface. My heart hammering in my chest so hard I thought it was going to burst. The sounds of crying were like music to my ears as I watched Imogen collapse on the deck in relief.  Theo moves through the water swiftly before climbing the pier, the baby no longer inside the warmth of its blanket as he screamed loudly.

　　Imogen’s POV

　　I followed the pull which led me to sand; I was on a beach and I could see Bianca running with all her might before she darted onto one of the piers; she knew I was chasing her. I don’t know when she figured it out, but she was now running like her life depended on it and it did. My heart stopping as I see her run towards the end. I skid to a stop as she holds her arm outstretched over the water. My baby tucked in the confines of the blanket. I stop in my tracks.

　　“Give me my baby, Bianca” I tell her. I meant to plead with her, yet my voice came out as a growl threatening, not hiding my murderous intent.

　　“How the fuck are you alive?” She screamed angrily.

　　“Bianca, you don’t want to hurt him, you don’t want to hurt your nephew” I tell her hating even calling her any relation to my son. She looked at him and I moved closer, making her eyes dart to me as she moved closer to the edge. Theo suddenly appeared beside me, stopping when he saw what was in her hands. I refused to look at him, not able to take my eyes off my precious boy clutched in that vile woman’s arms.

　　“Perfect, he’s here,” she growled, glaring at Theo.

　　“And what a boy,” Theo says. I chuckle slightly men always thinking the size of the package determines the man. I keep my distance, not really trusting my hunger around him right now. But he looks quite content in Tobias’s arms, looking up at both his fathers.

　　Theo looks down at Tobias’s pants, making my eyes dart down too. “What are you wearing?” he asks.

　　Tobias growls lowly. And I raise an eyebrow at his clothing choice.

　　“I don’t even want to know how you squeezed in those” I tell him.

　　“Come on, we should head home,” Tobias says, looking at me. I can’t help but look out at the water, wondering where my sister went. Fear gnawing at me. Wondering if she will come for him again. I feel my anger resurface as I remember what she did. Theo touching my arm pulled me from my memories.

　　“We can deal with her later, for now let’s get home,” he said kissing the side of my face. I reluctantly follow after them. The trip home is longer, we couldn’t run for too long with the baby or as fast. Tobias and Theo abandoned their car not far from where I was actually living and we drove the rest of the way, well they did. I asked Tobias to pull over halfway back as I couldn’t handle my son’s intoxicating scent filling the car. This isn’t what I envisioned motherhood to be like. I never thought my son would need protecting from me. I ran thinking of everything on replay, my thoughts getting darker and darker before finding myself on the familiar porch of our home.

　　Walking around the back and sitting next to my mother’s rose, waiting for them to get home. How my life has changed in a day, how I have learned many secrets I wish I never knew. Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling of the darkness. I knew with my death I had to pay the price, I was unnatural, a witch’s hybrid, so what does that make my son? I knew as soon as I smelt him, he wasn’t just Tobias’s son but also Theo’s their DNA creating the perfect predator.

　　Will he be the same? I hope not because this darkness trying to swallow me is addictive and I don’t know how I feel about loving the sweet intoxicating slickness of it calling to me. I don’t want this for him, don’t want this for myself. Yet nothing can be done now. I am what I am. I just hope it’s good and not evil like the shadows calling out to me.

　　If only my mother could see me now. What would she think of what I have become? I didn’t get to ponder long before I saw the headlights coming up the road before turning into the long driveway. Will they still want me when there is nothing left but darkness?