The Werewolf's Vampire Mate
Chapter 62: I am okay.

Chapter 62: I am okay.

Beau.

"What happened to him?"

Roger is placed on a bed, in one of the many grand rooms. It doesn’t look like he is breathing. Nothing has been done to him.

"He fell," Gyles lies blatantly. I think he meant to say he was pushed. The man that brought him in, places his palm on the younger boy’s forehead.

’’He will be fine, just leave him with me for a couple of minutes.’’

The older boy walks out of the room and the man reaches for Rogers. He places his palm on his forehead again and closes his eyes. Suddenly, there is a bright light emanating from his touch, slowly the big gash on the boys’ forehead starts to disappear and his breathing becomes steadier. The man opens his eyes and they are a bright red colour. The most beautiful colour under the bright lights of the chandelier. After a couple of minutes, he pulls ways from the boy and walks out of the room.

There is complete silence as I stare at the boy in his sleep. I don’t know what to do as I watch him. I am in this memory and it feels like there is a speed in time. Suddenly, I am no longer in the living room of the mansion. I am in a room with twin beds. There is no other furniture except the beds. Roger walks out of a door and enters the room, he is dressed in clean clothes, this is a surprise, considering the last time I saw him. His hair is neatly gelled to the back of his head. He walks over to the bed and sits down on it gently. The room opens again this time revealing Gyles smiles faintly.

’’You want to go outside for some fresh air?" he asks the boy with a warm smile.

Roger shakes his head and a sad expression replaces the blank one he had earlier.

’’Why not?"

With a shrug "I like it inside,’’ he answers slowly. His voice even sounds better than the last time. I don’t know the time interval but it looks like it has been a while since the last time I saw them. So, what I can gather from this is that Gyles and his friends hurt Roger and Gyles took him to his house, to get him help and now somehow, they are both living together in this same house. It is strange but now I don’t think Gyles is a bd person. Yes, he did some bad things but he is redeeming himself by helping the homeless boy.

That makes him good in my book.

’’I’ll be with you,’’ he walks over to the bed and sits down on it. He reaches for the young boy and pats his head softly. This brings a smile unto the young boys’ face.

’’They will be outside too,’’ he mutters.

Gyles frowns ’’I will not let anyone hurt you again.’’

I remember the last time and the people that hurt Roger was his friends. Is he going to protect the kid from his friends? This is someone that watched people bully someone else and didn’t say anything. Has he suddenly become so brave?

’’Promise.’

Gyles smiles and makes a cross on his chest ’’I promise,’’ he grabs the boys hands in his ’’Come on’’ he says as he pulls him off the bed and out of the room. I watch them walk out of the room and there is a stupid smile on my face. I really don’t want to be here but they are the cutest kids I have ever seen. I can feel the love radiating out of them. That is genuine love.

The kind of love I feel when I am with Lanis. They are just kids and they don’t know it yet but I see it. They will come a long way from where they are right now.

I open my eyes and Cassius is watching me, there is a sad expression on his face. The same expression the younger kid had on his face. I don’t know the correlation he has with the people in the memories but there must be something to it, or else why would he show me?

’’That’s it for today,’’ he says with a sigh and let’s go of me, he heads for the door.

’’What is the point of all this, I don’t care about Roger and Gyles. What does that even have to do with you?"

He stops and turns around ’’They have everything to do with this story.’’

’’I don’t care about your fucking story. I don’t care about Roger and Gyles. I will never understand why you are doing this. No matter what you say. I will never understand,’’ my voice is raised.

He sighs ’’Let’s wait and see. I will get someone to bring you something to eat. You need more strength to see what I will show you,’’ ith that he walks out of the cell and out of my sight.

I sit down on the cold floor and rest my back on the wall. The pain in my chest is heavy and too much to handle. I am tired of being here, tired of this pointless torture. Would I prefer death right now? No, because I am not ready to leave Alanis. I need to get the strength to escape from this. Cassius is not thinking straight, all his focus is on showing me what he thinks will make me understand things from his perspective.

The caged door opens abruptly, revealing the man with the face tattoo from earlier. He is carrying a silver tray as he walks over to me. There is a very irritating frown on his face—almost like he doesn’t really want to be here. If he doesn’t want to be here, doing this, then why is he doing this. No one forced him, at least I don’t think Cassius is the kind of person to force someone. He is a vile person but this idiot here is doing this on his own free will.

’’For you,’’ the man drops the tray on the ground. The water in the metal cup spills and reduces. It doesn’t even look like it is enough for me in the first place and now he has reduced my ration. How is this supposed to even quench my thirst? There is a slice of bread and two boiled eggs in a plate. This is not sufficient enough. It can’t help me right now, and I guess that was his –plan. He doesn’t want to get me strong enough to try to escape, he just wants me strong enough to see what he has to show me.

This food might not be enough but I need to eat it because it will give me a fighting chance. I grab the bread from the plate and place it in between my lips slowly. The bread is dry and almost inedible but I devour it completely.

Face tattoo guy smirks, almost like he finds it funny that I am succumbing to Cassius. There is no pride left in me, I cant reduce this food because I am starving.

’’Enjoy,’’ he says and walks out of the room.

I roll my eyes and continue eating the food. This is the only thing I can do. Sit down in this hell hole and think about Lanis. I miss him so much. I miss everything about him. After I finish the food, my stomach thanks me silently. I feel the effect of the tiny meal. With my eyes close I think about him. His smile is etched to my memory. The little crinkle in his eyes, the one dimple that I can’t get enough of. Slowly it doesn’t seem like a memory. Slowly I am seeing him.

He is in a car, with his brother.

He looks angry.

I hate seeing him angry. I don’t know if this is real or I am just losing my mind as per all that I have been through, but I don’t open my eyes. I stay in my head because seeing him is better than not seeing him at all. Derrien touches him and he sighs loudly "I don’t know what to do," he announces.

"We know he is still alive, as long as he is alive, we have hope. We will find him.’’ Darrien comforts him.

This is a surprise to me because I never expected Darrien to be the one comforting him. They don’t really like each other. In fact, it is safe to say they hate each other. Well, Lanis doesn’t hate him, but they don’t get along.

’’We can’t keep hoping that he keeps him alive. We need to find him," he cries even louder.

"I know, I have a couple of people searching. It will take a while but a few of my friends are on it. El too."

Okay, Darrien is helping.

"I can’t take this anymore, Darrien. I can’t stand not knowing."

I hate this feeling within me. Watching him, worrying about him. Being unable to assure him that I am fine.

"I am okay Lanis," I say those words out loud with my eyes still closed. I am still watching him. He looks up for a second. Almost like he heard me. I don’t know If this is just me, losing my fucking mind but I feel him. I feel his heart race as my words travel.

He heard me.