The Darkness in Me Page 13

  Before I can even say another thing, Dax is walking through the front door. That was quick. He must have been nearby for him to fade here this quickly. With that thought I don’t even want to know what he was up to.

  “I have been summoned, what could possibly be so important this early in the morning.” Dax says to the room as he walks through. He smells like sex, and I just close my eyes and not try think of Natalie.

  “You smell like a well fucked whore.” Nate says to Dax. Who just grins from ear to ear.

  “You should know.” He says back to Nate. These two are a fucking pair when they are together.

  “Enough.” I say to them both or they won’t stop having at each other.

  I look at them both and dare them to continue, they would just like to piss me off even more. After a few seconds of peace, when I realize, they are not going to continue to banter with one another. A loud fucking screech comes out of nowhere, and I’m a barbie girl is shouted out of the walls. What the holy fuck is this?

  I stand to look where this ear grating music is coming from, when Weyland bursts out laughing. I look down to him to find out what is so fucking funny, my ears feel like they might just bleed. He is laughing so hard he is actually gripping his stomach and stomping his feet. I don’t know what is more annoying, him or this fucking music.

  “I love it, I just love it.” Weyland shouts while slapping his knee. I look to the other two in the room, they are just cringing from the noise, they have no clue what is going on. “She is going to make your life a living hell.” Weyland shouts again and continues to laugh.

  Dax must have caught on because he just bursts out laughing too, same with Nate, clearly, I’m the only on that doesn’t find this situation fucking funny.

  “I take it Natalie is here.” Barely hearing Dax shout over the music.

  I don’t even bother to reply, I walk out of the front room and make my way to Natalie’s room. She can fucking hate it here for all I care, as long as she is safe. Tray is standing outside of her bedroom door, barely containing his laughter as he sees the pissed look on my face. The music continues to beat out of the walls of the house, so she didn’t hear me kick down her bedroom door.

  I walk passed the door that is hanging on by one hinge which looks like it’s about to collapse, the other door is completely off its hinges and is laying cracked on the floor. I scan her bedroom and she is not there, I see the bathroom door is shut, but I can faintly make out the sound of running water over the music.

  I don’t even bother to knock on the bathroom door, it’s not like she would hear me even if I did. I storm into the bathroom and look towards the shower, there is so much steam coming out of the shower I highly doubt she would even see me coming.

  I rip open the shower door, without a second thought to what I was doing. I need to control the anger I have inside me, but it seems when it comes to Natalie, those thoughts go flying fast out the window. I wanted to shake some ever-loving sense into this woman, I wanted to fucking vent my anger and tell her to stop being so pissy about this whole situation. Yes, I wanted, and that want turned into wanting her, up against the shower wall.

  I hear her shout her surprise when she sees me rip the shower door open, but all other sounds are drowned out when I see her naked body. I don’t know what I thought I was going to see, I clearly didn’t think it through. I watch as the water sprays her body. She is standing under the water and she turns to look at me. Full fucking body on display for my greedy eyes to take in.

  She doesn’t try cover up her body once she realizes it’s me, and by the gods I want her so fucking badly my dick is straining to get out from the suit pants I have on. I watch the water run down her breasts, her perfect pink nipples harden at my gaze, all I could think was what they would taste like in my mouth, my fingers itching to pinch them, turning pain into pleasure.

  The water continues to spray onto her body, and I continue my gaze down her tight stomach, to her completely shaven pussy. Her thighs part slightly, and I watch the water run between her silken folds, what I wouldn’t give to feel her again, taste her again. All I want to do is lick the path the water has made down her thighs and make my way to her pussy. Fuck I would make her scream my name.

  I’m jarred from my thoughts when I notice she has lifted her arms and has placed them on her hips, slightly pushing the one hip out. My eyes snap back up towards her face, one of her eyebrows have arched, she is pissed. Good.

  ~Natalie~

  “Are all the men in this house fucking cavemen? What the hell do you think you are doing?” I shout at Jacin, who is having a good look at my naked body and doesn’t seem to hear my little outburst.

  I watch as his eyes slide down my tiny frame, the hunger in his eyes should have scared me. It should have. But the memory of last night against the wall, the things he said to me, the things he did to me, made my body heat, until I remembered the look in his eyes when he was done with me.

  Ice cold drowning.

  I turn around, giving him my back. I don’t want him to know how he affects me. Last night shouldn’t have happened. I just need to keep telling myself that, and hopefully my traitorous body will soon follow. I pretend like he is not even there and continue to rinse my body of the soap I used.

  That’s when I feel it, the tension in the room has mounted to the point I can feel it crack in the air. I’ve gotten to him, or maybe it’s the music that keeps blasting from the roof from invisible speakers, but either way, it’s payback. I duck my head under the water in hopes I can drown out the tension. No such luck.

  Before I realize what is happening, his massive hand, that my traitorous body loves, grips the back of my hair and plucks me from the water. It should hurt being man handled in such a way, but it doesn’t. I should be pissed, but there goes that asshole body of mine. Jacin flips me around and shoves me up against the cold shower wall. The mixture of cold wall and the heat from his body, causing strange sensations in my body.

  Jacin doesn’t bother to cover me up while holding me against the wall. He doesn’t say a word to me, I hear the fast beating pace of his heart as his body is pressed into mine. I won’t give him the satisfaction of causing a scene about this. And really, what did I expect after playing that hideous music throughout his house. The song that is now blasting through the roof is a song I don’t recognize, but it is still another ear grater.

  “Turn this fucking music off!” He demands from me. Which I can barely hear over the damn music.

  With a flick of my wrist the music stops and there is still a slight buzzing in my ear from how loud it was.

  “Happy?” I ask him.

  “Woman don’t push me.” Jacin grinds out. I can see he is barely holding onto his anger. I should be scared, I should have been, but his grip on my head is soft, making me want to melt into it, it feels so damn good.

  “Did you really think I would just accept whatever rule you pass? If you are going to hold me here captive, I will make you regret it every second.”

  “I’m already regretting it. And you are not my fucking captive. I’m trying to protect you!” He grinds out again to me. I feel his hand now tightening around my hair, reminding me how he is holding me. I watch as his eyes travel down my body, again it seems he has forgotten I was in the shower. Naked.

  I nearly jump out of my own skin when I hear a throat being cleared. I was so distracted by Jacin, I didn’t realize we had an audience. I try to look over Jacin’s arm at who is in the room. The same men from earlier, and it seems that his brother has also joined the party. I watch as all the men, except the one that lead me too my room, which I find odd, take in my body, they can’t help it, I know, but fuck couldn’t Jacin have covered me up.

  “Fuck.” I hear Jacin whisper. He reaches over to grab a big white fluffy towel that was hanging next to the shower and shoves it into my hands while covering my body.

  He finally let’s go of me and lets me slide down the length of his body. I feel the hardness of hi
s erection in his suit pants, and my eyes shoot up towards his. They are watching my own eyes. They seem indifferent to me now. Cold. I watch him take a step back, and I already miss the heat that his body provided.

  “Get dressed, we have a lot to discuss.” He says to me, while walking out of the bathroom, with the men that were here for the show.

  I’m left there standing and not sure on what to do now. I know he wanted to talk to me about something, and with my luggage I’m clearly meant to be staying here with him. Well its best I just go and get this over with. I should be freaking out that he is not planning on letting me leave. I clearly should be doing a lot of things I’m not.

  ~ ~ ~

  After getting dressed in a simple white t-shirt, short jean shorts and wedges, and with a flick of my hand my hair is done into a neat plait that runs the length of my body. I stop by my bed to grab my phone, I know Faith must be going mad with me not coming into work today, and she will most probably want to tell me about what happened last night with Mr. Dreamboat. I think I will just leave out what happened to me last night, Jacin included. I start to make my way to Jacin when I notice my bedroom door is in pieces. I don’t want to know what happened to it. Clearly Jacin’s anger seeped out before he got it back under control.

  I walk towards the man who is leaning against the broken doorway. He doesn’t seem to be phased by the broken door, which is just hanging on by a little screw. I step over the door and stop in front of him.

  “What happened to my door?” I ask him, not that I really need an answer to it as I can see it has been smashed to the floor.

  “Don’t worry, it will be fixed shortly.” He says, not seeming to be bothered by it.

  “But that still doesn’t answer my question though.” I press him again for an answer.

  “Don’t poke the beast if you are not prepared for the outcome.” He states in matter of fact way.

  “The beast?” I ask him.

  “Jacin.” He states again.

  “I see.” I say back, I don’t really, and he doesn’t offer me any other sort of explanation.

  “What’s your name?” I ask him, its clearly best I know who I’m dealing with here.

  “Tray.” Is all he says to me as he turns to lead me down the hall.

  I walk behind Tray as he leads me through the house to where Jacin is. Its best we get this conversation, that is so damn important done with, then hopefully he can see how ridiculous this whole thing is and he will let me go home, so I can at least figure out what to do about last night’s attack. The shadows are being awfully quite about the whole attack. Not sure if I should be worried or not.

  We make it back to the front room of the house, where I see the men that were in my room earlier, sitting. I don’t see Jacin though. I walk up to the men with Tray walking with me. I’m not sure what to make of it, Tray seems to be following me about, or I’m following him. I can’t be too sure.

  “Where is Jacin?” I ask anyone in the room that will answer me. I’ve just become aware that I might be the only female in this house, and I’m surrounded by these giant men. I’m only hoping that Jacin might have my best interest at heart like he said he did and wouldn’t let any of these men touch me, unless its Jacin, I wouldn’t mind him touching me again.

  Stupid traitorous body. Stupid traitorous mind.

  “I’m right here.” Jacin says from behind me. I turn to look at him, he has changed his suit, most likely got the last one wet when he plucked me out of the shower. But God, he does look good. Black pin stripe suite with a perfect white shirt underneath. He is still doing up his black tie as he is walking towards me.

  I can’t help my eyes as they travel up the length of his body. I don’t know where I got so bold from, but after he had me against the wall last night and now in the shower, I can’t seem to care, it’s not like he seems to be worried about doing inappropriate things to me.

  I watch as he stops and closes his eyes for a minute, I’m not sure what he is doing, but he then continues with his tie that he was still busy with when he walked in. Once his tie is done, he continues walking towards me and the men in the room. I turn back to see Tray is sitting on a two-seater couch by himself, and I make quick work of going to sit next to him. Who knows what I will do if I’m too close to Jacin? It’s an odd thought, just yesterday I was certain he was trying to kill me for all these years. Now I just want to jump his bones. How situations can change so quickly.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Nightmares are still dreams.”- Natalie

  ~Natalie~

  “So, what was so important that you needed to discuss with me, that you felt the need to kidnap me, send my parents off to some foreign country and make me move in with you?” I ask Jacin. Getting right to the point, no need to dance around this dam situation any longer.

  “Were you attacked last night?” Is all he says back to me, instead of answering my question.

  “I don’t see how that is relevant to this conversation, and I’m dealing with it.” I say back to Jacin.

  “I’ll take that as yes then, and it has everything to do with this conversation.” He states back matter of fact.

  “Okay yes I was, but whatever it was that did attack me, had other enemies and they quickly got rid of the problem.”

  “No, that problem I assure you is still very much around. Have you heard of the Prophecy of Dante, Natalie?” Jacin asks me again, and I look to the other men to check if this isn’t a game of some sort. They all seem serious about this conversation.

  “Yes, that’s why Margaret has this whole coven wound up. She believes its coming to be. Why? What’s that prophecy got to do with me?” I ask him. I’m not following where he is going with all of this.

  “Do you know what the prophecy is about?” Jacin asks me again, with a serious tone to his voice and not bothering to answer my question yet again.

  “No, not exactly, it’s in pieces, no one knows for sure what it is about.”

  The look on his face was priceless to say the least, he clearly didn’t think I knew that about the prophecy. I watch as he looks over to the other man that I don’t recognize. He is watching me intently and looks back to Jacin as if they are having some sort of secret conversation.

  “How do you know it’s in pieces.” The man I don’t know asks me.

  “Well according to coven history, it broke up a few hundred years ago, for the prophecy to become true, the tests of each part must be completed, instead of jumping right to the end.” I answer the man, that hasn’t stopped watching me since I walked, no was dragged in through those doors.

  “And this is common knowledge in your coven?” The man asks me again.

  “I wouldn’t say common, but it can be found in our history, yes.”

  “Do you know what the prophecy says? Even the first part of it.” Jacin asks me.

  “No only the first line or two, but other than that we weren’t taught much more in fear that it would get out.”

  “Is that all you know about it?” Jacin asks me.

  “Yes, now what has it got to do with me?” I ask him back, I’m not going to let it go again.

  “Everything.” He barely says out loud.

  “That ridiculous, why would you think it was me it is talking about.” I say flippantly. They are insane if they think it has anything to do with me.

  “You are of light, are you not?” Jacin asks me, his stare penetrating me, as if he is trying to get a read on my soul.

  “There are many, many light witches out there Jacin, how do you know its me.” I argued back at Jacin.

  “I’ve searched for many years for you Natalie, I had searched every coven I could find, until that day six years ago, you were supposed to step into the house, but you never, but I felt the link form, even if it wasn’t complete, I felt it, and so did you. That’s why you ran, you knew something wasn’t right.”

  “Maybe your little mumbo jumbo spell got mixed up, and that’s why I felt it. Maybe it back fir
ed or something.” I say back, denial clear in my voice.

  “No, I doubt it, I think it worked just perfectly. And then there was the fog.”

  “The fog?” I asked him, not sure where he is going with this little story of his.

  “The fog, it creates new realities.” Jacin says to me.

  “I know what the fog does.” I say back to him, cutting him off before he can explain more.

  “How do you know what the fog does?” Jacin asks me, looking at me like I’ve just grown another head.

  “I just do, okay? And so what? You did a spell, and the fog forgot a person, twice, that doesn’t set anything in stone, I’m not part of a prophecy, I’m not, I can’t be!” I say to him, with my voice going tighter and tighter as I argue my case.

  “What does the first couple of lines in the prophecy say Natalie.” Jacin asks me, ignoring the rising pitch in my voice.

  “When darkness is upon us, darkness will save us. Black wings on a black knight, he will find his strength and make the darkness his own.” I say to him.

  He waits for me to continue, but that’s all I remember, I know there is a mention of light, but I don’t know it word for word.

  “Is that all you know?” Jacin asks me.

  I nod my head as an answer, if he thinks I’m this light, who the hell is the darkness?

  “Though the darkness cannot exist without his light, this light will be his weakness.” Jacin says, continuing with the prophesy.

  “So, you think I’m this light that is some darkness’s weakness? Come on, now Jacin.” I ask him jokingly. But I can see the way he is looking at me, he is being dead serious.

  He doesn’t answer me. I let the information that he has just told me seep in. I feel like my brain is building a puzzle and its slowly putting the pieces together. I look at Jacin and remember all the things he did in my dreams, the things he said to me, what the shadows have been telling me, I remember his eyes last night and just like that. The light bulb in my brain switches on.