She wept

"I think he's in love" the voice added and an evil chuckle was heard.

"So pathetic, just like his father" the second voice uttered.

. . .

Stacy was dragged to a room and then Myles tossed her to the bed. Her hand was still stinging from the cut Xander's fingers caused her.

"Myles, what are you doing?" She asked, trying to sit up but he had already removed his belt and unzipped his trousers and had taken them off him, he was now left with his boxer and then he climbed on top of her.

Stacy beat him off her but he was stronger than her. "Why doing this? You promised. . ."

"Promise my foot, now that you are under me and have no way out, you are mine to have now." He told her.

He wasn't the type of man to arouse first so, he lifted her short gown which revealed her short tight and he took that off. Myles's other hand was holding her hands down.

Stacy just cried, she couldn't fight back because all she could think of was Xander. She wished she didn't

send him away. She wished she followed him when he told her he loved her.

Then, he took off her pant and saw her cherry. Myles didn't waste time licking her and to cut it short, he eventually took off his boxer and held his dick In place.

No!, She wasn't ready to lose it. Stacy fought back but he devoured her by blowing her stomach. "Stay still or you make things difficult for. . ."

"For yourself" another voice completed it for him and then Myles turned about to see who dared to interrupt him. Only to see red eyes and a fierce look. Myles shook his head and saw grey eyes this time. The next moment, he found himself on the floor.

Xander covered Stacy with the blanket and she sat up, in aghast, angst and shock. Xander made sure to make the man pass through hell before sending him out. Myles had pleaded for his life before he was released.

Xander gave Stacy that stare before heading for the door. With the blanket around her. "Xander" she called.

"No need, this is just proof that I'm not like you," he said and left.

He left for two weeks. Stacy didn't see him for two weeks, they didn't look for each other.

"Aren't we going to take action before he flees?" that same voice asked in that dark room.

"Good things come to those who wait. Let's wait for the time" he replied.

Stacy's sickness had extended, she was facing problems in doing anything, she even got fired from work because she keeps breaking utensils. She got another but was fired because she was too clumsy. After trying four jobs, she gave up and found her life worthless. She had not even raised a penny for her surgery. Where was she going now? Her birthday was in four days. How was she going to celebrate it?

She would watch her family play in happiness, she never told anyone about her sickness, she barely even stay at home to avoid them noticing. Then, she had a dream that she should go back to Xander and that no matter what she does, she was destined to be his mate, whether, in this life or her next life or her next two thousand life, she belonged to him. She was his mate.

"Haven't you ever wondered why you are still pure, and why he's also untouched?" That voice asked her, and when she woke up, she found herself crying because the unknown person showed her how miserable Xander's life was. They were both miserable and would be until they are together.

Stacy packed her bags, she knew how hard it would be to get Xander back but she decided to go back. Her life was to be a vampire's mate. She couldn't change her fate and besides, she love that bastard but she was scared of his life dilemmas.

Stacy stared at the gate and sighed. Xander wouldn't invite her warmly like he did the first time she came even if he was cold. To her surprise, the gate let her in. That means he didn't delete her identity from the system and hoped she'd one day come to him.

Stacy closed the door behind her and was left astray when she saw the walls filled with paintings of her. Painting of her in her beautiful outfits. Paintings of her coming out of the pool and a painting of her in her swimming suit. He had those captured in his mind. Jerk.

She took her bags to her room and sat there for a while, not knowing how to approach Xander.

Stacy eventually went to his room and opened the door slowly to see him lying on his belly, half-naked and his room looked like a junk store. Seems his demon had controlled him from time to time.

"Xander" she whispered his name when she close the door behind her and went closer. "Xander" she called him and he turned his head her way. His hair was rumbled and he looked so pale and miserable.

The moment Xander saw her, he rose to his feet and went to her. Xander cupped her cheeks and she held his arm looking deep into his eyes. "Stacy, you. . .You" he pulled her face closer and kissed her.

Stacy closed her eyes, she sensed his feelings. He had missed her a lot. His kiss was his expression of his feelings about missing her, craving her, loving her too much and then the anger he felt for her.

She wept.