Mark looks at Glinda. He tries to read her expressions seriously, attempting to find any clue. But Glinda's face does not give away anything. Frustrated but curious, he queries "Deal, you said?"
"Yes, a deal", Glinda nods gently, "I can give you another chance to start things over again. But, in return, I want you to do something for me".
Mark is unsure if he should believe this mad woman or not. Her face looks like she is having fun by messing with him. But, keeping this aside, her offer looks quite tempting. But he doesn't let down his guard completely."What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing much. Just do what you were unwilling to do previously. You will only have to follow my words, I will guide you in everything". She quickly adds, "Don't worry! This will be helpful for you as well. Also,won't ask you to do anything illegal. This will be totally within your moral ground...hehe!!!".
Looking at her face, it doesn't seem like she is simply playing with him. But, because of this creepy woman, he is hesitating to accept her offer immediately. Who knows what kind of situation she might put him into in the future! But, excluding her unreliable personality, everything she says is too tempting for him to reject. It's not every day you get such an offer. He has also been very dissatisfied with his life for a long time. Now, this chance is like a golden ticket from heaven with which he can change his destiny. Only a fool would say no to an opportunity as such.
Looking at his face, she can ascertain what he is thinking. She smirks secretly. She is very sure that he is going to accept her offer in the end. If not now, then next time but he will accept it soon. So, she isn't too bothered by it. So she decisively stops trying to convince him too much "Why should I waste my energy unnecessarily when he is going to accept it anyway!" she muses.
On the other hand, Mark is trying to look into all the pros and cons of the deal, and just like that he slowly falls into his thoughts and completely ignores her. Glinda also, understandingly leaves him be. She waits for him to be over soon. But when she sees that he is not going to be done any time sooner, she searches around for something with which she can entertain herself. She starts looking around the surroundings. However, for her, the time seems to be passing twice as slow as the regular speed. Finally, when she thinks that she is going to die of boredom, Mark speaks.
"I can accept your deal but you have to tell me first, what do you want me to do exactly? I never accept anything that I am not certain about."
Glinda is not bothered by his question "Nothing much, you just have to protect those people that you failed to protect in your last life. Most importantly..." She squints her eyes meaningfully at him and says, "...don't kill yourself or get killed. You must live."
Mark feels bewildered by her odd conditions. Is it as simple as that? Or is she scamming him? Otherwise, why will it be so easy? Mark has been expecting something exorbitant but it seems like he has simply been thinking too much. But again, if he thinks rationally, he has nothing to lose in this deal. Still, why does he feel like he has been cheated somehow? Yet, unconsciously, Mark lowers his vigilance towards Glinda, a bit.
"I accept your offer"
Finally getting a positive reply from him she aggrievedly adds "You know, I knew from the beginning that you were going to accept my deal...after all, it's not something that you get every day at such a great bargain...You should have accepted it in the very beginning itself...You made me wait for so long for nothing... My poor back…it suffered too much...ow!ow!ow!... bla bla bla..." Listening to her talking gibberish nonstop, Mark almost couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes.
After pouring out all of her grievances until satisfied, she finally turns her attention to him and says "Don't worry I will take good care of you" with a satisfied yet mischievous smile playing on her lips, she says " I wish you a safe trip back then. Wait for me there. Don't miss me too much...". Mark tries to ask what she means by this but then, his body feels like it is falling into a vortex, and he blacks out.
When Mark opens his eyes again, he finds himself on a bed. His head is still spinning from traveling through that vortex. Since his body is still weak from the journey he decides to lie on the bed for the time being. While he lay there, he tries to recall everything that has happened to him till now. The last thing that he remembers is the image of Glinda, passionately waving her hand at him.Not wanting to remember her annoying face anymore, he, for now, decides to keep her at the back of his mind. He focuses on analyzing the situation he is currently in. As far as he remembers, he should be dead. But looking at his present situation, he seems to be in a luxurious room, on a soft bed. When he feels a bit better, he slowly tries to rise from the bed so that he can examine his body properly.
Suddenly he realizes that something is wrong with the whole situation that he is in. Only now he noticed that something hard is intimately glued to his back. His whole body stiffens. He realizes that something strong is holding his waist tightly as well. Alarmed, he lowers his gaze a bit. There, he sees a strong arm, wrapped around his waist. Slowly, he turns his head towards his back. Surprised, he exclaims:
"Blake!"
Mark instinctively tries to put some distance between him and Blake's naked body lying next to him. Because of his panic, he forgets that he is already at the edge of the bed. He falls to the ground with a thud. Panicked, Mark looks at the sleeping figure hurriedly. He sees Blake frown slightly, then makes some small muffled noises, turns his back on him, and returns to his peaceful sleep once again. Mark doesn't even dare to move. He is observing Blake's every small movement. When he confirms that Blake is not waking up anytime soon, only then does he sigh with relief. He doesn't even realize that he's been holding his breath the whole time. He then frantically searches for his shirt and pants amongst the clothes that have been scattered all over the floor. After he finds them, hurriedly he puts on his clothes, no longer daring to stay around any more minute. After he is done wearing it, he looks at Blake's sleeping frame once more. Regarding him,
Blake looks at Mark's matured face carefully. He only remembers Mark from many years ago when they were still children. They were so close then, but one day, Mark disappeared suddenly. He still remembers how he waited for him for the entire day that day. The next day and even many days after, he still went there, hoping that he would come back for him soon. He was unwilling to accept the fact that he would never return and they would never meet again. He would go to that place every day and would wait for him there for the entire day.At some point, he even thought that something might have happened to him, so he couldn't return. But when this continued for a long time, he thought if he had done something wrong unknowingly. And because of this, his friend was angry with him, unwilling to see him. After going there for two months or so, he stopped visiting that place frequently. Still, he did not lose hope and would stop by often. He even left notes of apology for him there,
"It's been a long time, Blake. I am glad that you have been well," says Mark and, he examines Blake.He tries to find some clues on his face, but to his dismay, his face gives away nothing. Blake, with his blue eyes, simply looks at him rigidly, nods his head mildly, then he returns to eating his breakfast. From his bland reaction, it looks as if everything from last night was just a fragment of his imagination.Seeing his expression filled with indifference, Mark feels a bit disappointed. But isn't this exactly what he wanted? Shouldn't he be happy? So, why does he care about Blake's opinion so much, and what is this suffocating feeling in his heart?All of a sudden, Mark feels a pang of remorse in his heart. Indeed, this is retribution. This is what he designed, after all. He is the one who abandoned Blake in the first place. He is also the one who's hurt him the most. He doesn't even know if he might be hurt, even if Blake chooses to abandon
Mark slumps back on the bed weakly after Glinda leaves the room. Her mere presence can wear him out completely. He closes his eyes in annoyance and tries to distract himself by recalling all the events that have happened to him since yesterday. He is unable to understand why everything has turned out this way. Mark is the kind of person who always has firm control over his emotions. But since last night, he has a feeling as if things are no longer in his control. Since the time he met Glinda, nothing has been going the way he wanted. "Sigh! Let's just go with the flow for now."At this moment, he focuses on his most prominent issue and hauls himself out of the bed, and makes his way to the bathroom, shedding his clothes along the way. It's now time to take a cold shower.******Blake is leaning his head against the back of the coach. He is silently listening to the running of the water from the shower upstairs. He has been aware that he is acti
Once again, Mark is standing in the same clearing where he used to play as a child. For a moment, he panics and, in his mind, he wonders, “Am I dead? Again?” But he doesn’t have to wait for the answer for too long. Just then, he hears an angry growl from behind him. Because of his instincts, he immediately turns around, looking alert and defensive at the same time. Behind him, he sees a large black wolf with dark, shiny eyes. It’s almost 7.5 ft tall and 12 ft long. Under the moonlight, its black fur is gleaming like silk. With its majestic bearing, it would have been a sight to behold, if only his fangs were not baring at him. He also has a feeling as if the wolf is glaring at him as well. From its appearance, the wolf seems quite familiar to him. He looks at it more closely and ponders, “where was it? Or am I just thinking too much?” After a few seconds of
“Blake…” “Blake, I am sorry!” Mark apologises to Blake. But it’s like Blake is unable to hear him at all. Mark tries more to communicate with him “Blake, it’s really not my intention to push you away!” He sneakily looks at Blake and continues “you suddenly came at me…I was so shocked that I accidentally... a-are you alright?” Mark tries hard to reason with Blake, but for Blake, it seems like he has lost all his senses after the fall. He is now a bit annoyed with himself. He knows that he is not good with words and so, no matter how hard he tries, it will aggravate their misunderstandings and hence will only worsen the situation. So, feeling helpless, he gives up for the time being. He a
Mark presses his head against Blake's chest as Blake holds him securely in his arms. He listens to the subtle rhythms of his heartbeats like a lullaby and just like that he gradually falls asleep. Night slowly deepens. Their even breathings gradually echo inside the quiet room. Suddenly, Blake opens his eyes. His red eyes are looking more glaring in the dark night. He carefully moves his body a bit and lowers his face and looks at the sleeping figure of Mark, who is still sleeping very soundly in his arms. The pair of red eyes that are currently looking at Mark are filled with many complex emotions. Since the very beginning, Blake has been blaming Mark for always abandoning him time and again. But now, after taking a peek at the memories from his past,
“Hello. I am Sam Darren, Mr. Worthington’s lawyer”.“Mark Alvarez” He extends his hand out for a handshake.Sam curiously looks at Mark with an obvious question mark on her face regarding his relationship with Blake. Realizing her enquiring look, he adds “Blake’s boyfriend.” Sam’s eyes widen in surprise. With an exaggeratedly loud voice she squeals, "BOYFRIEND! Oh M-A-M-A M-I-A THIS IS HUGE!" She is having a hard time keeping the excitement from bursting out. What did I just learn? Boss has a boyfriend! I have to tell this...I have to tell this to everyone. They're going to get the shock of their life today... hahaha...Later, I also have to text Keith to know more on this. Seriously, our boss is really something. Hehe! I can’t imagine what kind of expression he is gonna make after I tease him about this. What a splendid scene that’s gonna be! Indeed, this trip is worth my effort. Hahaha…!To be honest, she
Mark feels as if the world is spinning around him. It didn't make sense why, every time he thinks that he is finally getting to know him well, he is hit by another truth once more. It's one thing for Blake to not forgive him, but it's totally a different thing for him to lie to him over and over again. He doesn't know what to believe and what not to believe anymore. And now, looking at the fear and panic-filled on Blake's face, he realizes that without a doubt, he has been lied to once again. Soon he realizes the brutal truth! So, everything that has happened is only because of him. He is responsible for all these. If… if only he didn't leave him behind then...might be, Blake wouldn't have turned out to be like this today. It's happened because he failed his duties as his mate. Despair engulfs him from within as
Mark notices a note card lying on the floor. He then suspiciously looks around the room. This doesn’t look like a house that has undergone a torrent only a few hours back at all. After waking up, he has been expecting to see something like a blooded path, broken furniture, headless wolf or even a vampire with an empty chest cavity. But is he seeing now? Absolutely nothing, not even a speck of dust. Its looking as if the house has magically cleaned itself or something. Everything is spotlessly clean and in its place like before. There isn’t even a drop of blood to be seen. In spite of the house undergoing a thorough cleaning, he can still smell blood in the air which is the only proof that whatever has transpired is true and not some freakish dream of his. When the fishy smell of blood suddenly stings him in his nostrils, he feels suffocated. Oh Shit! he can never get used to this smell. He qui
Blake slowly drifted into a restless sleep as the night grows deeper and the cold gradually sets in. He finds himself standing in a corridor, standing before two double doors, the gold handles gleaming in the light. A light music floats into his ears from behind the door. The soft sound of the violin forms a beautiful memory and yet, as he looks at the all too familiar corridor, he gets a sense of déjà vu. As he looks around at the marble tiles with exquisite design, the family portraits mounted on the painted walls and the gleaming chandelier high above his head, he feels like this is a place where he has seen before but no matter what he is unable to remember where he has seen before. Suddenly, a gentle hum of conversation interrupts his wandering mind which seems to be coming from inside the room. Listening to it, he hurriedly moves away from the door. He unsteadily walks back, his whole body shudderin
From behind, Mark fiercely pounces on the wolf who is about to wound his mate. He growls at the wolf angrily, sinking his fangs deep into his skin and brutally tearing off its neck. Blood gushes out of the wound and splatters on the ground, dyeing the floor in red. The wolf falls on the floor stiffly, his body jerking each time the blood flows out from his neck. Mark listens to the weak whimpers he makes, his ultimate effort to desperately hold on to his dear life. After making sure that the wolf was no longer moving, he quickly goes to Blake’s side. Mark smells blood from his mate. Concerned, he immediately turns to examine his body to find the source of the blood. Blake is now pitifully lying on the ground, unconscious. Because of constant blood loss, dripping from his wound, his face is becoming paler. Seeing him lying so pitifully on the
Mark is trying to make sense of what he is seeing in front of him. In front of him there are two paws- big, black and covered with fur. He continues to stare at those two furry paws as if his stare would make them disappear at once. H-how…w-why is this happening to him at the time when Blake is standing right in front of him? His head starts to spin. He immediately turns his face to look at the expression of his mate who is standing a few distance away from him. He is worried and desperate. W-what if…what if he thinks of him as a monster? And what if he starts to fear him and then starts avoiding him? What if he severs all his ties with him? All kinds of thoughts start blowing out his mind. No, he can never ever let that happen again, at least not until he is alive. He will never let go of him in this life. He can already feel his scent filling up the
Mark holds on to the sink as another bout of pain tears through his body. Cold sweat breaks out all over his body. Gradually the pain makes it harder for him to breathe. He clutches onto his chest tightly. *pant* *pant* his body shakes weakly and he slowly collapses onto the floor. He feels bile rising up to his mouth, but he resists the impulse to throw up. He closes his mouth tight and forcefully swallows down whatever is forming inside his mouth. Suddenly, he feels an intense heat burning in the area where his canines used to be. It is driving him crazy to the point of losing his consciousness this instant. So as not to lose his consciousness, he almost uses all his strength while a faint groan slips out of his mouth. He is feeling as if a fire is constantly burning inside his mouth. His body is now lying on the title floor completely without an ounc
Mark picks up the t-shirt lying on the bed and pulls it over his head. Suddenly, he stumbles a little when he feels a sharp pain burning through his body. His nerves are on fire. It’s feeling as if it is slowly making him lose his strength. He grits his teeth and bears with the pain, even as he currently feels like his brain is melting and his skull is about to split into two. His skin is burning in and out, feeling the urge to scratch his skin hard until it bleeds open. He is feeling as if something is gnawing on his skin, straining to come out. Trying not to scream loud in pain, he clenches his hands into fists. He is working hard to resist the urge to scratch his skin raw. He doesn’t know how much time has passed by. His breath has become laborious in agony. Slowly, after what felt like it’s been hours, the pain starts to dwindle bit by bit. He heaves a sigh of relief and slu
Blake wakes up, yawning while rubbing his forehead. Due to many days of fatigue and lack of proper sleep, he is currently having a terrible headache, making his head throb in pain. Wearily, he rises on his feet and makes his way to the bathroom. Softly, he closes the door behind him and turns on the water faucet. *Splash* *splash* he hits his face hard with the cold water a few times, flinching every time when the cold water touches his skin. He looks up to see his face on the tiny mirror hanging on the wall in front of him. Blood-shot eyes, messy hair, heavy bags under his eyes and cracked pale lips. Looking at the current appearance of his in the mirror, there is not even an ounce of the confident and charismatic CEO that the world knows of. Now in his face, there are only traces of weariness and
Mark immediately turns his head towards the direction of the voice but the thing that he sees makes him gasp in shock. He sees dark smoke rising from that direction and then drifting rapidly into the night sky. By this time, the whole sky is being covered in shades of grey, looking gloomy all over. He smells the smoke as the screams continue to rage on; he feels his heart twisting in discomfort for some reason unknown to him. Without thinking, he quickly heads towards the source of the disturbance. He is feeling a kind of restlessness inside himself, a kind of feeling that he should be there as soon as possible. Something inside him is telling him to hurry up otherwise it would be too late for him even to regret. It's as if something invisible is pullin