chapter 72


    “What no sisterly hug” She taunts while I try to bear the pain. Coughing and sputtering, my blood


    spatters on the floor. I clutch the bangle from my wrist before tossing it in the fire with thest bit of


    strength I have left before copsing. I look up at her, a devilish grin on her face.


    “Now why would you do that? I was hoping to enjoy myself now I have to make things quick.”


    “What do you mean?” I choke out, coughing on more of my blood. I try to turn my head and let the


    blood drain out of my mouth.


    “Well, since you are dying, such a shame. I figured the baby will need a mother, and since that


    can’t be you, why not Aunt Bianca? Though mum I feel has a better ring to it,” she said her manicured


    finger, tapping her chin in thought.


    My blood runs cold at her words. She wants my baby. And I knew there was nothing I could do to


    stop her. I couldn’t even stand, let alone fight her.


    “You’re not taking my baby,” I snap back at her trying to crawl to my feet.


    “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You’re dying, Imogen. I can do what I want,” she said, shoving me


    back onto my back with her foot. My body rolling onto the cold floor.


    “Why are you doing this? Help me please,” I beg her, trying to reach any part of her humanity, she


    can’t be this evil. Something human must remain surely.


    “Help you, your mother killed mine, when she found out she was up the duff with you. My father left


    mine in the wind,pletely forgetting the family he started and deciding to start a new one. I am the


    herself, you have a Hyde asking for my help. Don’t you think?”


    I shook my head, hoping she would understand I had nothing to do with her mother’s death. How


    could I? I never even met her mother so why put the me on me? But she just kept rambling, and I let


    her. Hoping it would distract her from what she is here to do, hoping it will distract her enough for them


    to get to me in time. Please get here in time. I wished with everything in me.


    “Do you have any idea how hard it is to kill yourself when your Immortal? She tried everything only


    to keeping back or for me to stop her just in time. Only to do it all over again. The whole staking


    thing is bullshit. You not only have to stake yourself, but you also have to remove the head,” She


    giggled at her own rambling.


    She was out of her mind. Sounded like the ramblings of a madwoman. Pain had me scream as I


    felt my insides being torn, like my organs being cut to pieces as I felt the baby shift within me, my belly


    feeling like It was doing backflips as it moved.


    “So, in the end. I couldn’t say no, I couldn’t keep watching her try anymore so I ended her suffering


    then, I hunted down our father ending him too, your mother didn’t like that, became a pathetic alcoholic


    assuming he left her. Yet it didn’t kill her the way it killed my mother. She lived for you and that pissed


    me off knowing I wasn’t enough for my own to stick around.” I tried not move hoping she would forget


    meying at her feet. I coughed up more blood and I could feel myself fading into the darkness. I watch


    as she kneels beside me, brushing my hair from my face. Grabbing my chin forcing me to look at her


    evil eyes.


    “Such a shame to think if we were born from the same mother, I may have actually liked you. Well


    until you stole them from me too,” she whispered more to herself then to me. I felt her lift my shirt up, I


    tried to swat her hands away. She clicked her tongue, annoyed.


    “Now, now sis be a good girl and hold still. Don’t want to cut your precious bundle now do we?”


    “This is going to hurt,” she snickered. Then I felt her hands rip me open. I vaguely heard the


    sounds of crying and her voice.


    “Aw, he is perfect, Imogen. A little boy.” I could feel myself fading. Then I lost myself to the


    darkness. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time. I felt weightless and surrounded by


    darkness. Her voice echoing around me on repeat. A little boy, a little boy. I had a little Boy, I felt tears


    run out of my eyes. I just wanted to see him, just once, see his little face. What I would have done to


    see him, to hold him. Then I felt nothing at all but the agonising pain of my death. I slipped from this


    earth into nothingness. Dead and cold.


    Tobias POV


    My father never should have done what he did, yet I know why he did it and I know he doesn’t


    regret it. He would do anything for my mother, just like I would do anything for Imogen or Theo. We


    were driving to the council knowing we couldn’t do much else. My father was to be punished for Killing


    ric. ric taunted the wrong man, promising information when he had none. My father lost it, ripping


    him to pieces before being detained. Theo was driving, and I was trying to rid my mind of my toxic


    thoughts.


    The phone bringing me back to reality as it rang. My hands shaking as I read the name that


    popped on the screen. Mum. I answered.


    “Where is she?” Not even trying to hide the anger I felt towards my mother.


    “She is alright. I am trying to get to your father what happened?”  I growled lowly before the phone


    was snatched from my hand by Theo. I growled, ready to attack him. When I heard my mother’s, voice


    “They are both fine, but your father is not. Imogen is protected. Now tell me what happened” I


    rxed hearing that she had a n, and that Imogen was okay for now. Rxing in my chair as Theo


    told her of the events that took ce. We had been driving for about two hours. We would be there by


    now if Theo let us run. But he thought it best to drive instead of letting instinct take over, worried we


    might tear apart the entire council in a rage and we didn’t need that.  In the third hour, I felt it. I felt the


    bond stir to life, only we were driving away from her. Theo mmed on the brakes as fear ran through


    both of us like a freight train. Knocking the air from my lungs. Something was wrong. I opened the door


    only to be flooded with every emotion she felt, then searing pain. Forcing me to double over, Theo too


    was clutching the side of the car.


    I looked over at him. He needed to go. He was faster. That killed me knowing he would get to her


    before me, but he had to try.


    “Find her” I growled in pain and he took off. I dropped to the ground, giving into the warm feeling


    rushing over me, feeling my bones snap as I shifted. Letting instinct take over as I took off toward her.


    Using the bond to know what direction to run in. Getting distracted by her emotions as they shifted


    between fear and pain. I howled agonised at what she was going through. My paws hitting the ground


    at extreme speeds, pushing me faster and faster to get to her.


    When I felt it. My teether snapping, I felt my soul drop somewhere dark. Somewhere cold and


    unrelenting. I howled before feeling Theo scream through the link. His feelings rushing over me,


    making the unbearable pain I felt, worse. It was hard to breathe my lungs felt like they were


    constricting. I followed Theo’s link untiling across a small cottage. We had been past this ce


    many times yet never noticed it, never even picked up her scent. I shifted back, enjoying the pain of my


    bones breaking in ce, anything to stop the pain in my chest. But that all changed when I walked in


    the door.


    No soundsing from the house, but the noises Theo made. No heartbeat, no breathing just


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    dead silence.


    My heart breaking, Theo’s agonised scream could not only be heard but felt, as he clutched her


    lifeless body against his chest. Her small framepletely limp in his arms drenched in her own blood.


    Her hair spilling over Theo’s arm and onto the floor, as her head just lolled in his arms. I dropped to the


    floor at the sight, my legs losing function. She was dead, gone. We weren’t fast enough. I felt like we


    cried and screamed in agony for hours, our souls being ripped from both of us repeatedly every time


    we looked at her.


    “I can’t hear crying, can you?” I whispered. My voice breaking. Theo stood up, Imogen in his arms,


    Theo not willing to let her go. I turned away from her, not being able to bear the sight of her dead. My


    soul being crushed into dust, my heart broken beyond repair, this was my fault. I let this happen by not


    supporting her. We should have been here this never would have happened if we were with her.


    “Where’s our baby Theo” I said, shoving everything out of my mind. Forcing myself to focus on


    anything but her.


    Theo ced Imogen in my arms, forcing me to take her lifeless body. I cradled her and breathed in


    her smell that was faint, nearly gone. Her body cold in my arms as her head lolled against me. I


    brushed her hair out of her face. Theo disappeared inside somewhere, and I couldn’t tear my eyes


    away from her face. I kissed her cold lips, tears running down my face onto her porcin skin.


    “There is no baby Tobias, where is our baby?” he asked panicked. He looked down at Imogen’s


    angelic face before copsing beside me.


    “I need her back, I want her back, please. I will do anything,” he whispered and begged. I don’t


    know who he was praying to, but hearing his broken voice broke me even more.


    “We need to find our child, if not for us for her” I whispered. I said looking down at her face against


    my chest. We owe her that much.