The Alpha’s Desire 3(26)

 

 

 

“No. It’s okay. I’m learning to wrap my head around the unimaginable more quickly these days. It was just the blood thing. But then again, at least you didn’t bite open your wrist and feed me gallons of blood from it like they do on TV. Oh,” I suddenly said with a gasp. “I hope I didn’t insult you by comparing you to fictional vampires. Oh, there I go again. Please tell me I at least got that right. You are a vampire. Correct? Please tell me I’m right,” I semi-begged, semi-pleaded. I really didn’t want to repay her kindness with some sort of stereotyping that would be seen as a sort of racism or something against her kind. “I really am not trying to insult you with my babbling. I will try to get back my filter here sometime soon.”

 

 

 

“No worries,” she stated with a kind smile and an even softer voice in response to either my words or the new flush to my pale face. “You did not insult me. I have a TV. So I’m more than aware of what it shows our kind to be like. And yes, you are correct, I am a vampire. So, while you are right, please let me dispel a few myths for you too. Only a few drops of blood are required to heal you. A mere prick of my finger suffices, rather than ripping open a vein on my wrist. The rest of the potion comes from a spell we were taught, and an ancient mixture of fifteen different herbs that we cure in honey and wine. Plus…”

 

 

 

“Well, yum then,” I joked, not meaning to interrupt her, but that filter thing seemed to still be broken. I hoped my own uneasy smile conveyed that fact after the words came out of my mouth. “Please forgive me. I think I’m still a tad delirious. I hope that won’t stop you from telling me what else TV has gotten wrong? But first, do you know anything about the people I was with? How they are? Where they are?”

 

 

 

“Oh, sure. Lex and Vivian and Riker all survived the attack,” she got out before I gave a huge sigh of relief, the air literally pouring from my lungs, almost deflating me as I curled over my tight stomach.

 

 

 

“You know them?” I asked. She’d gotten the names out awfully quick and easy, with a familiarity not gained from merely having been given them.

 

 

 

“Yes, I do. Werewolves and sorcerers and vampires, all of us otherworldly types, we stick together... well, mostly, in the real world. There are a few factions, like the group of werewolves that attacked you, but mostly, we work together. I know the Royals, and the talk lately has been all about the woman who has fallen in love with her protector, and thus somehow tapped into her magic in a very powerful way. I was happy to save you, as it meant gaining the privilege of meeting you, too.”

 

 

 

I sat there a minute, absorbing all she’d said, merging my fictional world, to some degree, as much of the lore apparently was wrong. All that really mattered, though, was that she’d said my Lex was alive, along with Vivian and Riker, too.

 

 

 

“So, you don’t seem shocked that I only mentioned the three of them you were with. So either you were not aware four other Royal werewolves were following you, or more likely, you saw a lot before I got to you.”

 

 

 

“Unfortunately, I saw much more than I would have liked,” I admitted.

 

 

 

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

 

 

 

I only nodded before continuing, my mind already moving on to other things at warp speed.

 

 

 

“I had a dream, well, a few nightmares, maybe a connection if that is possible, with Lex as I healed. In the last one I remember, he was so hurt, dying is more like it, I believed. He looked so badly beaten, last I saw him in reality. Do you know where he is now? I can’t imagine he’s not healed already and looking for me. I mean, in my experiences, the few I’ve had. that is, he just heals, literally from death’s door. But, he shouldn’t have to look for me; he should just find me through our connection. I don’t understand,” I said, letting my confused thoughts ramble out from my mouth. “I really thought that when I woke up, that he would just be here, like he always has been when I’ve needed him, even when I thought he was only a comforting image of my dreams.”

 

 

 

“I understand you have a lot of questions. Really, I do. It is more than understandable after all you have been through, not just these past days, but past weeks. So, let me try to explain what I can. First, LE. The werewolf group that attacked you, they have him. They will keep him, and hopefully Vivian and Riker, too, alive, to use as bait to get to you. They understand the connection you two have. But, also, they are, I’m sure, using magic, as they have captured and corrupted a sorcerer, probably against his will. They are preventing Lex and the other two from healing, blocking their bodies’ natural abilities to do so, from what the Royals have gathered during the intermittent periods when they could connect with Vivian. I would venture a guess that the true werewolves and their corrupt sorcerer have allowed his connection to you, the dreams as you call them, to show you his true state. It’s bait. They want you, along with other Royals, to come running to save them.”