The Alpha’s Desire 3(29)

 

 

 

I looked around at them, amazed at all I’d just learned, or re-learned, whichever it was. A breath I’d not realized I’d been holding shuddered out of me. I scanned the crowd again, amazed that they were all dressed differently. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe, I don’t know, I’d watched way too much TV, so much so that it had affected me more than I thought, as I couldn’t get past them not all being darker dressed, to be wearing more black than anything else, like tough guys, bad asses, a little on the goth side. Nira did, and she was the first I’d met. As ridiculous as that was, to create a stereotype so quickly, based on lore and one individual, on beings you knew so little about. Even with all of the information that had just come at me, I still expected something different. A uniform maybe.

 

 

 

Still a little slow on the uptake, I teased myself, making light of my own thoughts in order to make some sense of them.

 

 

 

Smiling at my own errant ways, I went with the idea that maybe the stuff they’d made me drink was still affecting some part of my brain, like coming down off a drug. My last day or so had seemed like how I’d heard an acid trip described. One just didn’t get over that. Sure that had to be it, I tried for more rational thoughts.

 

 

 

I guessed they maintained the personalities they had in life, and that helped them to blend in. Vampires in the real world, that had to make more sense. Even the paranormal had to be more down to earth than the fantasy genre made it out to be. That insanity made sense to me somehow, so I went with it, and tried for more sane observations as I looked them over again.

 

 

 

Just in front of me, the two closest with Nira still at my side, I had a woman in yoga attire and a woman in dress. One wore hot pink trimmed in a black skin-tight cotton and spandex blend with a well-worn pair of Nike tennis shoes. With her hair in a wind-blown ponytail, the wrinkles around her eyes when she returned my smile said she wasn’t as young as you’d assume her to be. The woman right beside her, on the other hand, actually appeared younger, with her floral, silky dress and heels. Her dark hair back in a neat up-do, she had an elegance about her, while the flowy cut of her dress said she was more of a free spirit than one might think.

 

 

 

The men, too, went from jeans and t-shirts to three piece suits, and everything in between. One even had a tool belt slung around his hips, with a sexy sheen of grimy sweat on his brow as if he’d already tried to wipe it off with the back of a dirty glove, like the yellow pair now tucked into his waistband. At least I could guess without a shadow of a doubt what he did for a living, unlike the guy in skinny jeans next to him who looked more like a pop star than anything else.

 

 

 

“I feel honored to meet each of you. And, I thank you for saving me,” I managed to get out, my brain in overdrive between my situation at hand and new surroundings.

 

 

 

Several nodded. The few closest touched me, a pat on the shoulder or rub down my arm or back. I got the impression they were an intimate, close bunch, not much into granting personal space. They were that group that was immediately everyone’s best friend, though not in a fake way. Not so far, anyway.

 

 

 

“The honor is all ours, to get to meet the girl who resurrected her magic with love,” a man in a fancy blue shirt with a black vest, who stood close to my left side, began. “The power inside you should have been dormant, and after all these years of mixing with plain old humans. And, from all we have ever seen, it should have remained so, so miniscule that it shouldn’t have been possible to tap into. Yet, not only did you do that, but we hear you’ve thrown a werewolf across the room with the mere light from your fingertips. We are curious, impressed, and in awe.”

 

 

 

“I don’t know why it is,” I muttered. “I don’t know why it happened outside of getting to know Lex. We’ve broken some rules.”

 

 

 

“Maybe they should have been broken long ago, given what your feelings for each other have done inside of you,” a woman dressed in a nice suit with raven hair pulled up into a stylish bun said. “You are the first to fall in love with your wolf protector, and to have him fall in love with you. Magic can do amazing things, but when matched with love, it can be fierce, as dangerous as it is miraculous.”

 

 

 

I nodded at her, my eyes suddenly filling with tears. Only, that sadness met with my fear, and thoughts of my Lex sent me right back into a rage, anger that boiled up within me, frying my brain if you will, igniting the energy within me. I became desperate, all I’d just learned, witnessed, forgotten. All I knew was the emptiness that filled me, ate at me, when I was without him.