While he sleeps, he could swear he hears movement around him; his body trying to get up but unable to as everything goes quiet again.
“Alaric?” He hears Willow’s voice as her hands shake him slightly; opening his eyes he looks at her confused. “Let’s get to bed, today has been long.” Kissing him she walks to their room, Alaric following her feeling bewildered if anything. He’s almost sure he heard her moving around before she woke him up. Too tired to even consider it right now, he finds himself falling asleep again, only this time his arms are wrapped tightly around Willow, their breathing slowly becoming gentler as they drift off in harmony.
Willow and Alaric find the week passing by quicker than any other as they concentrate on the wedding. Alaric hasn’t heard anything about Camille or if she has been seen since she went to the Monventla, which he assumes means no-one has heard anything. It’s morning now, and he&
Alaric turns to looks forward, his heart racing. Azalea is here, which means Willow is next, and if he listens closely he can hear the sound of her footsteps underneath the music.“Want me to slow it down?” Azalea whispers. “I can if you need me to.”“No, I’d rather not have my arms broken on my wedding day,” he winks. “Anyway, it’s not fast enough for me to shift. Don’t worry, kid.” She nods, pouting slightly at his comment. Turning he glances behind him, unable to resist any longer, and his smile grows as Willow reaches him. It’s been two days of not seeing her. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer. “I missed you,” he murmurs, too quietly for anyone but Willow to hear; and his eyes scan her body with an approving grin. “You look amazing.”“How about now, Alaric? She was trying to warn you,” whispers Azalea. Alaric glances to Azalea, con
Willow moans, her hands feeling across his body, her mind trying to remember to keep linked to him. Her moans get louder as Alaric kisses along her neck, slowly kissing down her body until he is kneeling in front of her. He looks up and smirks before sliding his hands into her underwear, letting the lace drop to the carpet. He presses his mouth softly against her sex, tonguing gently as her hands tangle into his hair. His mouth kissing down as his tongue begins to tease her, slipping inside. Willow’s moans get louder as his tongue moves quicker, the wetness from within her dripping free onto his tongue as she orgasms.She feels him smile against her stomach as he kisses back up her body, their lips meeting as at the same time Alaric grasps her hips, sliding his cock into her sex. Willow’s head falls forward onto his shoulder as his hips begin moving, his hands holding her tighter and against the wall.
ALARICThe voices become louder, Alaric trying to move hearing Azalea speaking; his eyes opening as he sits up looking around the room confused.“Where’s Willow?” He glances around, everyone shaking their head.“I’m sorry, Alaric, she’s gone. Someone saw Camille run out the back, and Dan was carrying Willow.” Gwenael looks at him.“You were under a spell; as soon as we came in we could feel it. It took a few minutes for me to lift it,” Azalea says as he jumps up and gets dressed.“Where, which way? Who’s following?”“Alaric, she is gone. Azriel followed but had to stop, there were too many waiting for Dan.”“Right, well, get everyone together and let’s go. Why are you all just standing there?” Alaric walks to the door impatiently, frowning.“Because the witches have already turned on us, Alaric, half the wer
WillowWhen Willow wakes up she sees Dan sitting next to her and smiles sleepily.“You remember what we spoke about?” he asks, stroking her hair. She nods.“You saying there was a way to help so we could leave this place and be safe, a way to save us.” Willow smiles at him as his arms snake around her.“Look at me, Willow.” She looks towards him but glances away as the door opens, seeing Marcel standing looking at them. “Willow, at me.” Turning she looks at Dan, confused. “Remember everything, Willow. Remember exactly who I am and why that ring is on your finger; remember whose baby you’re carrying, and what happens next.” He stands up, Willow looking around the room, everything swarmin
“Hey.” Willow glances up to see Marcel, her eyes dropping to the floor as he walks towards her. “I didn’t think she would hurt you. I may be a monster, but I do have some morals.”“Just the wrong ones apparently, as look, I’m stuck in here, pregnant, with what, one meal a day? Just waiting for you to decide that now is finally the time to kill me.” She wishes they were going to kill her. She knows how it is, Monventla are ruthless, especially at the start.“I will see to it you get more food, and you won’t be killed, just turned. Turning you will mask most of your magic and make your plan fail so things can go back to how they were.” His hand moves towards her, Willow drawing back. “Do it yourself then, cloth and water is there. I’ll get someone to bring you some food.” Turning he walks out; Willow watching him suspiciously before picking up the cloth and cleaning the blood from her fac
Alaric sits alone, looking around himself miserably. Everyone is avoiding him and he honestly can’t blame them. His head shakes as he feels tears filling his eyes. He can’t do it, and he won’t. The werewolves would hate him. Not only that, but he’d rather die than do it again. He can’t live through losing someone else; it was hard enough the first time, but again?The sound of his phone ringing draws his attention and he picks it up without looking at the screen, holding the phone to his ear.“What?” He doesn’t want to hear it; no doubt it’ll just be another werewolf telling him that he has no choice.“Alaric!” His eyes snap open when he hears Camille’s voice on the other end, a slight bit of hope building within him. Maybe she’s going to help now? “Just letting you know, Willow is dead. They killed her.”Alaric shakes his head. “She’s dead? No, they woul
Alaric, the rules. She is more powerful than before, it needs to be done. Gwenael and Alaric looks towards Azriel as his thought seeps into their minds. Alaric’s head shakes minutely, trying not to make it obvious to Willow.“I can hear you.” Willow turns and looks towards Azriel. Everyone’s eyes snap towards her.How can she hear? Only the wolves should be able to hear! Alaric, do it now, or the pack will. Alaric looks between everyone, his head shaking.“No.” He moves, putting himself between Willow and the wolves. “If she’s different, how do we know she’s like them? If you want her dead, you need to kill me first.” Gwenael stares at him, shocked.Dead you are then. Azriel’s thought comes almost immediatel
Alaric sits, his head shaking as he tries working out what could have happened. Hours pass by as he watches the clock, his head shaking. She needs somewhere to go; she can’t stay outside during the day. Getting up he walks back to where he left her; when he gets to the field he sees her sitting alone.“Stay at the house; I’ll figure out somewhere else to stay. After all, it is your place.”Willow turns and looks at Alaric, her head shaking. “I’m fine. Azalea deserves to be able to stay there still; she won’t be able to if I’m there.”“Azalea is already staying with the witches. I told her she’s safer away from me.” Alaric’s words are flat, emotionless.“You said no matter what happened you wouldn’t do that! Ala
She looks around herself; something else she noticed, her head shakes slightly.“I was waiting to see if you noticed.” Willow nods and laughs at Zander’s words.“I did, how could I not? We’re not meant to be here. This house was a mistake.” Alaric looks at her, shocked. “Okay, not a mistake, but something must happen because apparently we end up living at the witches’ house, and so do the werewolves.” Alaric laughs at her words.“No way would Gwenael and the others agree to live with the witches.” He can’t see that happening.“Well it happens, when or how I don’t know, but we were all living in that house together. We won’t do it, Alaric, not until there’s something that forces us to. And then, only then, we will. Doing it too soon might change the course of the future and then everything will change.” Willow glances around herself; she’d grown to l
“You okay?” Alaric looks at her as she nods slightly. “Really?”“Yeah, it just sucks that I never had sisters or brothers; that’s all.”“You did, you had all the witches in the house Azalea, and all the ones who visited as well.” Zander smiles at her; blood isn’t everything.“You have me and Willow, and these two as well. They can be your sisters, just don’t go tainting their innocence too quickly,” he laughs, nudging her.“I know. When are you taking them outside?” Azalea looks at them waiting.“Not yet, we’re giving everything time. Some werewolves and witches still think Willow is dead, or should be. Her own family can’t see her either until everything is sorted. Plus, we have no idea at what rate the twins will grow, so we’ll be checking on them regularly until we know.” Everyone sits quietly, the twins becoming unsettled and
Alaric sleeps on the chair, Willow moving and finding herself waking up. Her eyes glance around the room and then down to her stomach, seeing it flat. Her eyes settle on Alaric, asleep, and then notice the hands on the clock. Did she really sleep for the whole night and day?She climbs out of bed, walking to Alaric and sitting on his lap, her arms wrapping around his body. “Alaric,” she says quietly as she tries to wake him.Alaric. His mind hears her word, his body running cold as he sees her as a Monventla, a tear slipping free from his eye. Alaric, wake up. The words confuse him, his eyes opening as he looks at her, the feel of her magic radiating from within her again. He moves to hug her.“God, Willow, it’s you, it’s really you.” His arms stay wrapped around her as he cries openly, Willow trying to look at him, confused. “I thought you were gone, God, even Gwenael did and he was getting ready to ta
He watches as Gwenael walks to Alaric, glancing to the babies and then to Willow.“Is she okay?” He steps forward slightly; Zander now looking at her, his hand moving to grasp hers. Turning, Zander looks towards Alaric confused.“I can feel it and sense it Zander, what the hell changed?” He places the babies down and walks over. He can feel it; it is like she’s now becoming Monventla. He looks at Zander waiting.“If she is, she’s dead. We can’t risk it, Alaric.” Gwenael looks at Willow, he doesn’t care if it breaks laws, he’ll kill her. They just can’t take that risk. His head shakes as he looks at Alaric and Zander realising they’re not going to, he moves to walk forward, Zander pushing him back.“Give her time, I can’t feel her magic. Give her time, Gwenael, she just had the babies, her body needs to stabilise, give her a damn chance before you rip her apart.&rdquo
A piercing scream makes them turn around, Alaric’s paintbrush falling to the floor as he runs through to the bedroom.“What’s happened?” Zander leaps up the stairs two at a time, stopping behind them, his eyes widening. “She’s asleep Alaric, whatever’s in her mind is locked in there. Her magic is becoming free and causing everything to move. You need to wake her.” Alaric looks at Zander and then to Willow, everything in the room getting thrown around. He has to stop this. He walks into the room and the light flickers before exploding, Alaric rushing to Willow and trying in vain to shake her awake. Another scream escapes her mouth as more things fly around and smash against the walls.“She won’t wake up, Zander, is there not a spell you can do?” He looks at him waiting, Zanders head shaking, watching as her body begins to thrash around as she screams more. Alaric tries again to wake her up but she remains
Her mind wonders to Yasmine. Was she destined to be the one? Was she meant to be Willow, and something had just gone wrong in the process? Was she the one destined to love Alaric, have his child and bring the worlds together? She thinks about what she’d be doing now had Gwenael not told Alaric she was safe. Would she be alone without any help? Would Alaric have eventually killed her? She can’t imagine a life without Alaric, and yet she can’t understand why it has to be her when Yasmine was the same in every way. Sure, Yasmine had known she was a witch from the start, she had fallen in love with Alaric and hated that the witches turned on her for it. She wanted revenge on them for it. Was that it, though? She feels her head shaking, what if Yasmine was meant to be the one, but she was so full of hate and sadness from the witches hating her for loving Alaric that it made her turn into one of them and Serliciaus had to come up with a second option?&ld
“He saw something; apparently I can turn into a wolf. Funny, right?” Willow laughs slightly, she can’t believe it. Alaric looks at her annoyed.“Believe me or don’t, I know what I damn saw. Serliciaus had the power to see the future; you remember that, right? I saw what I saw, you believe what you want, Willow. As I said, you outrank everyone, or you will once you open your eyes and notice what’s happening.” Alaric walks to the kitchen to make a drink, Zander shaking his head.“If he saw it, Willow, it isn’t fake or a lie. For now let’s just forget that though, okay? How are you feeling? No pains anywhere? No signs of labour or anything?” Zander opens the bag, taking out some things.Willow laughs. “I thought none of that would work?”“We assumed it wouldn’t but you’re not any of the vampires Willow, so honestly who knows. It’s a portable one the woman us
Willow finds herself waking up, early, almost too early – or it would be, if she actually needed to sleep. She slips out of bed, careful not to disturb Alaric, and walks downstairs, grabbing the laptop to start looking through websites. She would love to go out and shop properly, but she’s still in hiding from the people who think she’s dead, so if they see her alive – and as a vampire, no less – will cause a war. Plus, if Zander is right, any physical activity like shopping is likely to push her into labour, and she’d rather prolong that for as long as she can. She finds herself shopping online for hours, lost in a magical wonderland full of cots and pushchairs and playpens, and before she knows it six o’clock hits and Alaric walks down looking at her confused. He’s still in the worn jogging bottoms he’d slept in, and his hair has been artfully mussed by the pillows.“Guessing you didn’t sleep?” He walks
Half an hour later there’s a knock at the door.“You may want to lift the spell,” Alaric looks at her, she is still under the spell protecting her and the babies which means no one will see her for how big she really is. Willow nods, lifting the spell as he unlocks the door. Standing to the side, Zander walks in; his body stopping as he stares at Willow shocked.“Don’t freak out, please. I hid it with a spell until I knew how people would react.” Willow smiles at him.“I’m freaking out, Willow, I left and there was nothing there and now you look about nine months gone! How is that possible?” Zander stays standing at the door, Alaric sitting down.“I put a spell on it, and it turned out to be such a good spell that there was a lot I didn’t even notice, Zander, like how it isn’t actually one baby but two, and like how they’re growing really quickly.” Willow looks at him wait