Dark Souls

The Burden Of The Past

"I've been in love. It's painful, pointless, and overrated." -Damon Salvatore, The Vampire Diaries. 

The moment Amaya got home, Cole was there. All over her, kissing her, and needing to be inside of her. 

Cole kissed Amaya hard on the mouth before he forced her against the wall, her breast mashed into the cold wall as he pulled her panties down. Pushing his hard c**k into her without pausing, Cole began to f**k Amaya hard from the back. 

His rough hands gripped her hips as she moaned out his name as she met his thrust willingly. 

He kept taking her hard against the wall, hard and fast not meeting her eyes. His body trying to fight the emotions of his heart, while he also tried to hide them from her. 

Pounding into her harder, his balls tightening as he felt her juices running down his thighs, Cole called her name as he pulled out and shot c*m on her ass.

When they laid in her bed after, Cole apologized seeing the bruising on her waist and arms from his grip. But Amaya had just kissed him and asked him what was happening. 

Why did his father want to see them?

Meet her?

Cole sighed as he stroked his mate's soft skin. "When I turned sixteen and the demon part of me merged with my witch, it opened a doorway. One where I could enter his domain." Thinking back Cole told Amaya, "I met him...through a mirror to his dimension. Had the option to be with him but I declined." 

Cole looked around wildly. The black hands that had pulled him through the mirror had vanished and now it was just him. Huffing confused, Cole saw a large rectangular mirror sitting in front of him. Walking to it, Cole expected to see his reflection. 

But all he saw was darkness. 

Cole started to back up when the mirror suddenly sucked his hand to the glass like a suction cup. Gritting his teeth in pain as his palm was cut deep to the bone, Cole watched his blood slid down the mirror. 

When his blood touched the bottom, a long gong-like sound trilled through the darkroom he was in. 

His hand was released from the mirror and he watched a man appear in front of him through the mirror. 

"I didn't want to go with him. He told me he could explain what he had done to my mother if I did. That the years I spent without him...we could make up for them." Amaya looked at her hurting mate, feeling his pain like it was her on and whispered, "Why didn't you?" 

Cole looked down into Amaya's eyes, his true eyes, the demonic black that made men cry and women flee did nothing but making her bite his chest playfully. Chuckling bitterly he admitted, "I was scared I wouldn't like the answer. But in reality...I hated him. Not for what he did to my mother, but because he didn't even think about me." 

Getting out of bed, Cole began to pace in front of his large bed, "He knew I had been born, he knew how I'd be treated and Carlisle did nothing but let me be the unwanted product of his f****d up ass actions." 

Huffing Cole lit a joint and sneered, "I don't think I would have wanted to be raised or loved by a rapist. But he could have I don't know hell, showed his f*****g face once when I was growing up!" Amaya looked at her mate feeling his pain as he hissed, "I was alone, no one wanted me around. Hell, not even my own mother most of the time. If he's so concerned about being my father he would have tried to be there for me."

Amaya rose out of the bed, the sheet draping her frame, "My father was the leader of our coven. The moment my fingertips turned black he shunned me like I was some stranger. He refused to come home and treated my mom like dirt. f****d the single women in the coven knowing she'd hear about it. He hated me, blamed me for their failed mating and wouldn't be around me for more than ten seconds." 

Cole brought his woman into his arms as he teasingly blew his narcotic in her face, "Who wouldn't want to be around you?" 

Amaya smirked, "I guess people with common sense. My point being, fathers aren't perfect. But yours at least wants to make up for being shitty. Mines killed me, and so I killed him." Amaya reached up as she wrapped her arms around Cole's neck, "You never gave him a chance to explain baby, maybe he can...maybe he can't. But don't you want to know?" Cole hummed and thought about that, "Well, I guess..." 

Amaya nodded and kissed her mate and Cole chuckled stroking her perfect face, "What would I do without you?" Amaya smirked teasingly, "Perish." 

Cole and Amaya ate lunch on her back porch. Both were smoking joints as they finished up and Cole looked over at his mate curiously as she looked at him amused, "What?" 

Cole shrugged, "I just...you never told me how you're talons turned black." Amaya held up her hands and looked at her black nails and black fingertips, "It's not a good story..." 

Cole smirked, "The best's ones never are." 

Amaya mugged Cole making him chuckle. Allowing her mate into her mind, Amaya remembered that day vaguely...

She had been only thirteen. Still so young and trying to be better. Hoping being nice and smiling a lot would earn the approval of her peers. And then the love of her father who was practically a stranger to her now. 

But no, she received nothing in return but hate and suspicion.

After another accusation of thievery, Amaya hadn't even bothered to defend herself. Her principal hated her as well so no matter the lack of proof, lack of evidence, proof of the contrary, Amaya knew she'd be blamed. 

She scowled as she sat in detention after school, her mouth pursed in disgust as boys next to her kept spitting in the trash can to see who can go further. 

When one looked in her direction and tried to talk to her, Amaya told him to leave her alone. 

He refused, calling her a freak, a dyke, and told her she was ugly. He pulled her braids, and told her she should cut it off to look like a dyke. 

When he ran to the sleeping teacher's desk, he came running back to her with scissors in his hands. 

Amaya had glared at the stupid boy and couldn't stop thinking of how badly she wished he'd just GO. AWAY. 

And so she tripped him, a little simple spell she uttered that caused the thirteen-year-old boy to fall on the scissors he was holding. 

He stabbed himself in the neck and had to be rushed to the hospital. 

Amaya had been blamed of course for what she had done, but for the first time in her life, she knew what she needed to do to be left alone. She couldn't be nice and smile, she had to hurt them. She had to hurt all of them. 

When Amaya woke up the next day her fingertips were black as well her witch's claws. 

"What happened to him?" Cole asked amused. Amaya shrugged, "He lived, but he couldn't be within a foot of me. He had a panic attack whenever they tried to get him into a classroom with me again." 

Cole chuckled amused and linked fingers with his mate. Amaya smiled at him and whispered, "What are we going to do Cole? Is ignoring this request even up for debate?" Cole shook his head, "No, we're going. But I swear if he tries anything..." Amaya smiled and walked around the table. Crawling into his lap, Amaya whispered, "Don't worry about me luv, let's just...get through this." 

Cole nodded as he kissed her head, "Together."