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~Faye

The sight is almost nauseating. Taking tentative steps toward the bed, I try scout out the situation. All I know, is that T is on the bed, possibly having lost his life somehow, or perhaps even taken someone else's

"T?" ... "What's going on? Are you okay?" I ask softly, trying to keep my eyes on his face, rather than the rest of his body, which I almost can't see under all the blood.

His eyes suddenly flutter open at the sound of my voice, and instantly snap to me. Blood streaks through hair, down his cheeks and his neck, where it spreads out across his entire body, and most of the bed. As if the blood meant nothing to him, he sits up swiftly, pulls his feet out of the bed, and stands, not seeming injured in the slightest.

"Yes, I'm fine."

I watch in utter disbelief. "That's it?"

"Indeed," he mutters, brushing past me to walk toward the adjoining bathroom. How is he completely fine right now, walking around as if it makes minor difference to him. With the amount of blood around, he should be dead right now. Or, lethargic at least. There isn't even a slouch in his shoulders or a moment of hesitation in his step.

"I find you here, covered in blood, and you're not going to tell me why?" I question, following him to the bathroom as he flips the light on. "Is that even your own blood?"

T doesn't reply for a few moments, as he stands in front of the mirror, looking at himself. He cringes slightly at the sight of the blood, still dripping down his arm from an unknown source. As his eyes wander to the sink, I watch him consider wiping it off with a towel, before he turns to the shower, and turns it on, letting the water hit to porcelain loudly.

T glances back at me, while I lean against the door frame. "It's still currently draining through my skin and you doubt it's mine?"

"I wouldn't have to if you explained this to me," I reply.

"I need to shower. And unless you would like to join me, which doesn't seem like a Faye thing to do, then I suggest leaving," he comments. Without waiting for my reaction, he strips his shirt off. Underneath, is a massacre of blood, coming from his skin, that doesn't seem to bear any marks. Not from what I can see, at least.

Despite being thoroughly confused, I remain where I stand. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Then I'm not complaining."

"T..." I growl under my breath. "This is serious. If you're hurt, then I can get you medical help."

"I don't need medical help right now. What I need is this shower, and fresh clothing," he replies, tugging his pants down. I instantly cover my eyes, but stay where I am. I hear him clamber into the shower, but I remain with my hand keeping him from my view.

Eventually, I simply keep my gaze pinned to the floor. "That's not an explanation."

"Would you believe me if I told you I have a medical disease where stress from an Alpha makes me bleed out?" he says, barely heard over the sound of the shower. I roll my eyes, knocking my feet against the other side of the doorframe.

I'm ignoring the fact that T is naked a few inches away from me. It doesn't bother me as much as he wants it to.

"Smartass."

He sighs loudly enough for me to hear it. "Sometimes, secrets are best kept to their namesake."

"So that's it?" I exasperate, my jaw clenching. "Another secret?"

"You expect anything else?" he says. I can't take anything from the tone of his voice, which I assume is his intention.

"Fine," I say softly, turning my back on the shower. "But this is the last straw."

***

"Now you're probably wondering why you're here."

I'm not sure why, but seeing all the power and influence stolen from T is so satisfying. He sits there, rope tying him down to a chair. He seems amused, but I've decided he does that get inside me head, which he does so brilliantly. Today, I'm about to get him back. Again. I'm starting to get good at this, like I'm playing a game with him.

One moment it's in his court, then in my mine.

"This is the last thing I would expect you to enjoy, Faye." He teases, testing how much room he has in his binds, to find he has almost nothing. "You often tie your lovers to chairs?"

"You're not my lover," I reply.

Instead of having some kind of snarky reply to that, T shifts his focus over to the reason why I have him pinned down to this chair. A Gaze Reader. That same Gaze Reader who refused to tell me why T came up in my gaze, and who he is.

When I came to her about this, I expected her to slam the door in my face. She seemed to have calmed down a lot more since then, and was willing to give another try. When I asked her tentatively about what she saw last time, she assured me I would know after she looked into his gaze and relayed what she saw to me.

I'm not sure why I doubt that.

Yazzmine, the Gaze Reader, doesn't get too close to T. She watches for a distance, but finally after watching our usual exchange, makes an approach.

"I'm Yazzmine, a Gaze Reader," she says softly, almost burning completely under T's gaze. He better be kind with her. She's nothing but an innocent older lady, who clearly is only here to answer to her Alpha's demands. "Faye brought me in here today to read your gaze. This will allow us to see what you have, and possibly what you will see."

"Right. How long have you been wanting to do this, darling Faye?" T questions, brushing Yazzmine off to look at me. I narrow my eyes on him.

"Shut up T, nothing is going to get you out of this," I growl.

"What if I close my eyes?" he challenges.

Yazzmine clears her throat, cutting off the vicious jabs we send at each other. They may not be so serious, but she is clearly getting frustrated, while at this point, I'm used to it. That's the relationship between T and I, and I doubt that will ever change.

I'm not sure what exactly that entails though. Whether it is actual hatred or playful teasing. Either way, it's bothering Yazzmine. I don't blame her.

"I would love to see you try. I do have magic," Yazzmine mutters, taking a few steps closer to T. The more he talks, the less scared she seems to be of him.

"The condescending tone of your Gaze Reader is hardly appreciated," he states, dark gaze still pinned to me. Yazzmine should slap him with the way he is pretending she doesn't exist. I would if I were her.

As I glare back at T, I notice how one of his curls has come down from the mass he seems to expertly push back. My fingers itch at my side to push it back, but I ignore it, knowing that must be torture for him, even with its simplicity. If Karma is a real immortal, she's probably messing with something here.

"Your own medicine not going down so well?" I say with a raised brow.

T winks, but I ignore him, as Yazzmine knells in front of her. Finally, he looks at her, which I assume isn't much his choice. This is where the reading starts, so I step closer, curious. I've never seen T so disciplined, as he stares back at the Gaze Reader, completely entranced by her stare. It happens, I've experienced it myself.

"Everything seems a little misty," Yazzmine mutters distractedly. "Clearly there has been some trauma in this early life."

My heart almost stops at the sound of that. I can see a muscle in T's jaw tick, and his fists clench where they are tied, but he doesn't move. He can't. Ever since I laid eyes on him, I've been curious on his past, which I have a feeling isn't as transparent as I would like to think.

"I also see a lot of red. Pure anger, vengeance. And some longing too."

"This is tiresome," T finally says, finding his voice amidst the spell. "Are you done yet, lady?"

Yazzmine ignores him.
"It doesn't seem as though I can grasp his timeline at all, and it's almost impossible to tell what is past and future," she murmurs, blinking a few times before she tries to look again. After finding no luck, she pulls back. T jerks, being released from the hold of her gaze. He blinks, shaking his head in confusion. The feeling of violation. I get it.

I decide I need to inquire. "Does this happen with many people?"

"Sometimes. But only in the most specific of cases," she replies.

I was about to continue questioning her on what she saw, but she sudden stumbled back. I reach out, grabbing her shoulders before she could fall and hurt herself. She places her hand against her head, trying to regain her balance.

"Yazzmine, are you okay?'

"Yes, I'm fine," She says, a frown fluttering across her brow. "I just need a moment."

T decides he can't just sit there and not make some kind of input.

"See something you didn't like?" he questions, that typically arrogant smile playing at his lips. He looks at me for only a moment. "Want to look again?"

"His soul is dark. I need to cleanse him," Yazzmine decides. She turns, finding a bag on the floor she had brought with her. When she opens it, she rustles through a bunch of jars and a few books. How had this frail lady haul this all the way from the nearest village? It may be close, but the road isn't all that smooth, and she had announced that she had walked.

I decide I need to know about this cleansing. "How do you do that?"

"Fake, voodoo magic you shouldn't be allowing her to poison your mind with," T add nonchalantly.

Growling under my breath, I approach. Leaning my hands against the arm rests, I bend down enough so T and I's faces are level. Seeing right into those dark eyes so close is terrifying, but I can tell he's fully attuned to what I have to say.

"I said shut it T, or I'll be changing the rope to silver," I snap.

"Do it."

"Don't tempt me."

He smiles, and for a moment, I swear I see his gaze flutter to my lips. Hardly falling for it, I push back, but only a few steps. I'm not about to give him the satisfaction of looking bothered by that. He can look anywhere he likes, it's not changing a thing.

"I brought a few jars of herbal water that will suffice for today. Perhaps I'll have to come back another day to complete the cleansing process," Yazzmine tells us.

"I'm allergic to herbs," T mumbles.

"Good," Yazzmine retorts. I don't smother my smile.

Finding a jar of choice, filled with a clear liquid, Yazzmine approaches T. He watches her, as she unscrews it, almost vindictively. She dips her fingers in it, before she swipes it once over his forehead, and steps back.

The reaction is instant.

He almost screams in utter pain. It's not an act, I can tell instantly. He shakes his head, his breathing hiking to ridiculous.

"What's happening?" I question, unsure of whether I should get close to him.

"Faye, it's a poison for people like me," he groans, jerking at the rope. "You need to help."

"I knew it Alpha. He's an immortal," Yazzmine says, her smiling chilling my blood.

He's an immortal.

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