“She might be.” Katarina wonders aloud. “We won’t know until we try.”
“No! You are not testing a theory out on her. What if she dies trying, then what? I won’t agree to it.” He looks around at them all.
“I have to agree with him; until we can be sure she is strong enough we can’t risk it. All the other witches turned: they didn’t just draw the magic in, they turned into vampires before dying.”
Willow looks towards Zander, shocked. “I agree, I won’t do it. I won’t risk becoming that even if I’ll die straight after, no way.” Katarina nods slightly.
“In that case, Willow, you have to try every day to unlock more, to unlock the next step. If it is foreseen that you and Alaric will marry, then fine
Willow finds out more about her parents as Katarina talks about them; about how she had watched them grow up alongside Rosita. Rosita tells her stories about her parents and how she practiced spells next to them. Willow finds herself worn out, going over and over everything so that Katarina understands. While there were battles, Willow knows it is nothing compared to the battle that will take place when they meet the vampires. Most have spent centuries ensuring they didn’t kill while feeding, so the threat that the Monventla may change that scares them all.DAN“You said I could have her.” He looks towards Marcel, waiting.“Which has ch
WILLOWIt’s been a few weeks since Camille disappeared and no-one has seen or heard from her. The wedding planning seems to be going well, with Azalea helping Willow, but there’s something odd about the absence of Camille that worries Willow. She’d at least like to know where Camille is, for peace of mind if not anything else. It’s quiet in the house; Alaric left around a week ago to spread the word about the alliance between the werewolves and the witches, and Azalea’s spending the day with Zander and the rest of the coven.“Morning, queen,” comes a deep voice from behind her. Willow jumps up and hugs Alaric tightly.“Did you miss me?” He asks, inhaling the familiar scent of her and smiling as sh
“Before I left I noticed Azalea was distracted and not herself,” he begins, his hands clasped together on the table in front of him. “Same when I got back. You can all think you have us fooled but you haven’t. Why the hell does she feel like everyone hates her and is looking at her like she is Camille?” He glances around the table, the witches completely silent amongst themselves. “So no-one’s going to explain? She wouldn’t just make that up; something must have happened. You witches may be happy having a child feel like they should hide away from your world but I’m not. If I ever find out anyone is making her feel excluded I don’t care if it starts a war, I will kill you.” Alaric turns upon hearing Willow’s loud gasp, Zander putting his hands up.“Look, hands up, it was a mistake, okay? The first few days, yes, everyone was looking at her, because they could see the small parts of
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
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