Chapter Fifteen

After a long and oh so hard session of damnation, Drug fell asleep soundly.

I need to feed but being with Drug seems to quell the hunger and I"m not just talking about the sex but just being near him seems to keep the hunger for blood at bay. Maybe it"s another bond thing.

After changing into a new set of clothing I brought with us, I spent most of the night watching him sleep like a total creeper but who could blame me? He"s so handsome and hard but while sleeping, he softens like an innocent human. Plus he"s not a mouth-breather so that helps.

After pissing me off yesterday, I wanted to end him. I shifted because I was so tempted to see if his head was easy to remove. My crow seemed to settle my anger enough that I actually listened to his story.

It was tragic and also one of the most authentic moments I"ve ever seen from him. Not that Drug isn"t real but normally he"s closed off or quick to cover his true feelings with a sly smirk.

His story touched me deeply, it resonated with my own. Of course until recently I had no idea his grandmother was the cause of my sisters and I growing up parentless but the wicked old bag killed both of our parents. Knowing that the bitterness I held for ages was for naught helped me to feel lighter.

Sort of.

You see, the concept of love was blanketed in my resentment that even my parents didn"t love us enough to stay with us. I grew up thinking love is as weak as an ice cube in one"s hand. Solid and strong until the heat melts it to nothingness.

The thought that we were unlovable and unwanted built a barrier around my mind and heart. I was unwilling to ever give into the foolishness of love.

Now though? Knowing that my parents didn"t leave us but were killed has lifted that boulder of animosity from my shoulders and crumbled the wall of indignation I built around my heart. Am I saying that Drug is suddenly my everything? No, I"m not quite there yet but he is my mate and I do like him and what he can do with his sinful body.

I want him like nothing else but that doesn"t mean I will keep him if he can"t be my partner and trust me as he would himself. The moronic tantrum he had yesterday shows he has issues he needs to work out before we can decide on this bond and if he doesn"t tighten that shit up, I will have the bond severed... no matter the pain it would cause.

Why? Because this bitch don"t play.

Shaking my head, I pull my phone from the duffle pocket. I don"t often use human devices but I do like these little gadgets. I"ve watched mankind throughout history and I enjoy seeing the success they accomplish despite the fact that most humans hardly have long lasting appreciation for such gifts.

Swiping the phone, I open the dark web app I have and log into my dark account, RonnyCrow2020. Yes, I even have social media apps like TikTok, all under my own name. After all, what can a mere mortal do to me?

This time though, I"m logging on to check for a new fight I"ve been waiting on. That"s right, I love me some brutal underground fighting. Shocking, I know.

I have many interests and fighting is one of them. Sometimes I watch the supernatural fights and I love those like nothing else but watching humans with their finite abilities rise to the top without supernatural gifts is fucking amazing.

This feed is from New York, a ring I"m desperate to visit. Barbarity is hella brutal and run by friends of Mayfly, though I doubt the Italian Mafia knows he"s a supernatural being.

I"m watching the sexiest human man I"ve ever seen take on the King of the ring. I think I hear the crowd calling him Nico the Cold, Twitch and him are head to head but suddenly the phone is ripped from my hand.

"What"s got you groaning like a wanton woman?" Drug"s deep voice sends shivers all over my body but I hide it. No need to give him a big ego.

"Sexy men fighting," I tell him unashamed. Secrets are pesky little black spots that"ll grow into vines that keep couples from blooming and I have no plans to become a liar. It"s best he knows he"s not the only one I find breathtaking even though he"s number one on my list.

Is it okay that I kind of want him to be a little possessive and jealous? Probably but I don"t care.

"Sexy? The only sexy I see are the two women in their corners."

Hissing I take the phone back and click it off while Drug barks out laughter. Asshole. I shove things into the bag, including my shredded leggings. Drug is lucky he"s so damn good and brings me to heights even I can"t reach on my own otherwise I"d rip his talented tongue out right now.

Hm, I guess I"m the jealous one.

"Come on, the sun is almost out and we need to get moving." Drug gets to his feet and holds a hand out to me. How sweet.

I take his hand and pull myself up while yanking him down to the ground once more. Ha! That"s what he gets and now I"m the one laughing like a maniac.

This is fun, something I usually only have with Rory and Rox. It"s refreshing to banter and fool around with Drug, even when he"s frustrating me with his teasing jokes.

Drug stands once again and slaps me on the ass hard enough to scare the rising birds in their nests. We watch them scatter and flap away but something catches my attention. On one of the branches of the tree directly in front of us is a large black moth.

Any other time I"d think nothing of nature"s creature hanging around in the woods but Merelda uses moths as her familiar. Disgusting little demons.

"Do you see that?" I ask without taking my eyes off the offending little creature.

"Yeah," is all he says before throwing a palm size ball of black flame. It sails to the moth quickly, not giving it a chance to fly away.

The moth turns to dust and as it falls to the ground, the ash floats to the east without the help of wind. Yeah that was definitely Merelda.

"What a fucking creep! She watched us! That motherfucking sadistic voyeur watched her grandson like a nasty ass bitch. I will cut her eyes out." I"m simultaneously sick and angry.

Drug continues to stand there, molten lava for eyes as he stares at the branch. I put my hand on his arm but before I teleport us away, I feel my head spinning.

Another vision is coming to me and it"s strong. Not as crippling as the last one but the effects are still strong as hell. Damn I hope we find these talisman soon because I need to hone in this gift before it comes on at the wrong time.

When the world stops spinning, I"m standing in front of... me? Damn, I look good in those shorts. I never realized I got a nice booty going on. Okay, definitely not the time to be admiring myself.

Future me is standing on the edge of a fifty foot drop and below is a fast flowing river but it"s not the river she"s watching. She looks nervous as hell and ready to jump into action at any moment.

"Oh shit!" Drug"s scream catches me off guard and makes me jump like a cat in water. It"s then I realize I"m still holding his arm. I turn and look at him and he"s watching future me reach down and tug on a hand until future Drug is pulled up from the side of the cliff.

"Got it!" Future Drug shouts winded as he holds up whatever he climbed down the cliff for. Future Ronny smiles at him and reaches for the object which looks to be a wooden carving of a tree. It"s broken and aged. It looks like the delicate branches that were carved long ago have been broken, making it look like a gnarly wand.

As soon as future Ronny"s fingers touch the wood, the ground shakes like a tremble from an earthquake. The spot future Drug is standing on breaks and he begins to fall off the cliff while future Ronny and I scream.

The vision begins to leave without the spinning or light headed feeling and quickly we"re standing in the same spot we started out in.

Quickly I turn to Drug, fearing I left him behind... can I do that?

"Oh snap! I"m sorry!" In my fear, my nails pierced through Drug"s bicep. I pull away and wait for him to say something, maybe curse this entire mission and leave me because it seems that in two visions, Drug usually ends up hurt. Instead he chuckles.

He fucking chuckles until it turns into full on belly laughs. I can"t hold back my laughter either so I turn and begin walking.

Even though his laugh sends a warm feeling through my body and does curious things to my heart, I still yell over my shoulder above his contagious sounds.

"I"m glad you find this all hilarious."

I hear his feet crunching gravel as he jogs to my side. The smell of his tantalizing blood makes my mouth water so much that I wipe my chin to make sure I didn"t drool. I can feed from him but it"s not nourishment. It's a sexual thing and it might be what tightens our bond but it doesn"t sustain my hunger at all.

"I don"t find the situation funny, Black. Your fear for my well-being though, that"s cute and I"m laughing for two very funny reasons. One; you let your panic freeze you so badly that you didn"t think to just jump with me and teleport us back up. Two; it"ll take much more than a fall off a cliff to kill me." The asshole chuckles again.

"Hm, but you can be killed. Good to know." I give him a sassy wink which makes his ridiculous chuckles die off quickly.