Darkness

~Drake~

I feel like I've been floating forever. There is nothing but darkness and stillness. There is no heat and no cold. There is no light and no sound. I didn't realize that dying would be like this. Actually, I have no frame of reference when it comes to dying. How could I? I never died before and I certainly don't know of anyone who claims to have died and returned.

My floating has now turned to falling. I feel like I'm dropping inch by inch, but it isn't fast. There is no urgency to my drop; almost like a leaf that drops from a tree. Before I can register it, I hit something solid. I look out and can see nothing, it's just a sea of darkness. I guess I expected to end up in hell when I died. I always thought of some place red and hot. Isn't that funny? The things we are exposed to as children tend to shape themselves into a truth that we cling to as adults. I guess hell is much bleaker than we all imagined. This is boring though. There is nothing here. It is almost like being lost at sea and having nothing but miles and miles of ocean surrounding you. I'd imagine that would be better than what I have right now. I would have waves to look at, animals that either land on the water or come to the surface. I may even see a boat or two. This....this is beyond depressing. Is depression even a thing that I need to worry about? I guess not though maybe part of hell is spending your time depressed. I stand on my feet and slowly turn in a circle. At this point I'm playing myself because I know there is nothing to see other than endless darkness. I start to walk. The direction is irrelevant because there is nothing to see and no way to mark where I'm going. I just feel the need to move and walking seems to be the best way to accomplish that.

Something catches my eye which is actually funny because…..well…..you know. I turn in that direction…..shit, I'm cracking myself up right now. There is exactly what I expected, darkness. I swear, maybe hell is being stuck in darkness long enough for you to lose your mind. It would figure that I'd see what I expected: darkness. I decide to keep walking because there is literally nothing else to do. After a while, something catches my eye again. Should I bother? Eh, why not. I turn towards my right where I saw it and there, in the darkness, a pair of silver eyes.

~Jasper~

That worked out better than I could have hoped. I knew the only way to get Janessa here would be to take her and there was no way she would allow me to do so if she were conscious. I've had a nurse in the hospital for a bit now. It doesn't take much to get some of these Omega's to do your bidding. I'm an attractive wolf and I'm unmated. All I ever have to do is imply that there may be a chance for them and they are often putty in my hands. This nurse was no exception and had no issues updating me. She had already informed me that Janessa hadn't been eating, but she had remained hydrated. The best way to get her would be through the water. I had to factor her dad in too since he seemed to camp out in the room with her most days.

The nurse had no trouble getting a drug to put into the water. Something that would not harm or kill, but would also last long enough in a werewolf's system. We tend to burn through conventional medicines extremely fast so we had to be a bit pickier when looking for certain substances. Once the water was ingested and the desired effect was reached, the nurse contacted me, telling me that it was clear. She let my men in through the back where we snatched my woman and the human.

A knock on my door takes me out of my thoughts. "Enter." A warrior walks in and bows. "Well?"

"Sir, we took the human to the abandoned cabin in the human territory. He was still out when we dropped him off." I nod in acknowledgment, but he looks as if there is more. I hold his gaze, waiting for him to finish. He clears his throat. "Um...sir...should we have left him with some equipment? What if he dies while he is there." I let a growl come from my chest, mixing with my Alpha aura. The warrior drops to his knee and bares his neck.

"Are you questioning me?" The warrior shakes his head and whimpers. "I don't care if that human dies or not. It is not my concern. Leave me." I pick up my phone and text Samantha the coordinates to the cabin. He is her mess to deal with now. I get up and walk out of my office. I tried to stay away, but I just can't. I walk up the stairs to my floor, heading to my room. Opening the door, I see a form on my bed. I walk closer and can smell her scent in my room. It is surrounding me and I hope it never leaves. I stop at the edge of the bed and just look at her. She is finally here.

~Janessa~

My mind is so fuzzy. I must have been more tired than I thought. I call out to Sky, but get no response. I struggle to sit up, but my body feels so heavy. I'm laying on something comfortable so that rules out having slid to the floor. The nurses must have placed me in a bed and I'm very grateful for their care. Something seems off though. The scents in the room don't seem right. I don't smell the disinfectant I've come to rely on. I don't smell my dad, but maybe he left to go home already. I don't smell Drake either so maybe I'm resting in a different room. I hate to be away from him, so I need to get myself up and get back. As I try to move around, I take another breath and there is a familiar scent dancing in the air. I'm not sure what it is, but I swear I have smelled it before.

I'm finally able to pry my eyes open though they feel like they are being weighed down. I look around the room and as dark as it is I can tell this is not the hospital room. This, weirdly, looks like a regular bedroom, but it certainly can't be mine. I try to turn my head and groan in pain. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear I was just beat up or something. The pain to my body and head are consistent with that. Maybe grief takes more of a hold on our physical bodies than we think. I'm finally able to move a bit, though still in pain. I look around the room some more until I spot a figure at the end of the bed. My eyes are blurry so it is hard to make that figure out. I focus as much as I can and the room starts to get clear. The figure at the end of the bed…..I know him. I recognize that scent. "What the fuck am I doing here?!"

~Drake~

Damn, I'm tired now. Seeing those eyes made me take off running like a bat out of hell. Something about those eyes just freaked me the hell out. So I ran. I ran and ran going nowhere at all or so that is how it seems. I stop running and slow to a stroll. I haven't seen the eyes again though I'm not sure what I'm afraid of. It isn't like I can get more dead than I already am. I continue to stroll and try to recall the most extravagant park I have ever been to. I imagine that I am back there, strolling through the park and taking in the sights. The darkness starts to turn to light and the black turns into green, blue, and a host of other colors. Damn, so my imagination can make hell bearable? Wouldn't that defeat the purpose?

I continue to walk and I see grass appear under my feet. Looking up in the sky, I see blue with minimal clouds. There are birds flying and butterflies. I can see the trees, some have animals on them and some don't. There are flowers popping up all on the grass. I'm seriously losing it. I keep looking and, in the distance, I notice water. I walk further and can see a small pond starting to take shape. Off to the right, I notice a blanket on the grass along with a basket on it. I walk to the blanket and plop down. I've been walking and running for who knows how long and I'm tired. The basket is open and I can see some fruits, crackers and cheese sitting in it. My stomach starts to grumble, but I don't touch the basket. I'm no fool. What always happens in horror movies? Someone goes to investigate something that they know is just weird or out of place and they are murdered. This gorgeous landscape appeared out of nowhere and now there is a blanket with a basket of food. Yeah, no thanks. I may have done dumb things in my past, but I'm not stupid; I was just young. I look out over the pond and contemplate how hell can look so inviting. "Aren't you going to eat anything? You must be hungry."

~Janessa~

Jasper doesn't answer me. He just looks at me with an unreadable expression on his face. This must be his room; I must be on his territory. How the hell did that happen? I swear I was sitting with Drake and the nurse came in with dinner for my dad and I... Dad?! I look around the room, but Drake is the only one there. Goddess, I hope no one killed my dad. If they touched him, I swear I will rain down a terror that they can only imagine. I look back at Jasper who hasn't made a move or a sound yet. "What. The. Fuck. Am. I. Doing. Here?" I swear if this piece of shit doesn't answer me in the next minute, I'm going to rip his damn head off.

"You were always meant to be here," he responds quietly. There is no emotion on his face, but there is something in his look that is creeping me out; more than usual.

"You have 10 seconds to let me out of here or else all hell is going to break loose." Jasper doesn't move, hell he doesn't even flinch.

'Sky, get ready!' Silence. 'Sky...…' Still nothing. 'SKY?!?!'

There is no response, but then I feel it. There is a burning pain on my left ankle that I didn't feel before. Maybe whatever they gave me to get me here also kept the pain away. I'm not sure, but I sure as hell can feel it now. I look down and there is a silver cuff around my ankle that is attached to a thick chain. I notice the chain travels off of the bed and down to the floor and beyond. This bitch has be chained up like a fucking slave. I can't reach Sky because of this damn silver cuff.

A growl comes out of my mouth; it starts off low and gets so loud and strong that the walls and windows shake. "You have me here against my will you sick bastard!"

"No I don't. A challenge was issued and accepted. I won and now you are mine."

"You said that I could have until my mate died. He IS NOT dead! Where is he?" Jasper shrugs his shoulders but nothing in his face changes.

"I'd imagine he is dead by now or will be soon." All of the air leaves my body and I feel as if I'm suffocating. I can't think or breathe. I don't want to live. "We will have the Luna ceremony in two days and then...then we can start our lives together. I know you will be very happy here." I spit towards him.

"I will never be happy with you. I'd rather die." I toss myself back on the bed and let my emotions take over. I start to sob violently and loudly begging the Moon Goddess to bring Drake back to me. I continue to cry his name and after some time, I vaguely hear the door open and close. This can't be my future, I can't take it.