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The Voice

35. Missing Pieces

Every part of me wanted to put the “stronger than me” thing to the test. That’s why I got up early and waited in the kitchen for him to come out. Well . . . I got no sleep and got out of bed before dawn is more accurate, and from the sounds in his room, I figured he was having about the same luck.

Was it fair to attack him like this? Probably not. I just wanted to see. I had to see, really. There were so many questions I tried putting in the back of my mind that came rushing to the surface.
Was he immortal? Was I immortal? Did he have fast healing? Does the venom work? Was he just like me, minus the wings? What’s different?

There were even more, but those were the most dominant. So, when I heard shuffling coming out of his room, I perked up and continued sipping on the hot chocolate innocently.

When he saw me, his eyes lit up a little, but he pretended not to care too much as he pulled a t-shirt over his head and walked drearily towards the refrigerator. “What in the bloody hell are you doing up?”

“Haven’t slept,” I said, and I took another sip of hot chocolate before continuing. “From the look in your eyes, I’d say it’s probably the same for you.”

His eyes tightened a little, but he was smiling nonetheless. “What do you think it is? Is it just a coincidence?”

“I don’t believe in ‘em,” I said with a shrug. “I think it has something to do with the mating. I also think that there are a lot of unanswered questions that may take years to answer.”

“I have questions too, you know,” he informed me as he shot me a sexy smirk that sent my hormones racing. “I think I’ll start. Do you realize that you sometimes talk to yourself?”

I bit down on my bottom lip carefully and nodded. “I mean, I sometimes realize that I am. A lot of times, I probably don’t realize when I do it because I can hear myself so clearly in my head that I can’t tell when I’m actually talking. Why? What did I say?”

He pulled the orange juice out of the fridge and began looking for a glass. “I didn’t eavesdrop much. I just heard you wishing you would win so that everything would be easier . . . .”

I let out a quiet laugh. “That’s not really a huge surprise, is it?”

“No,” he agreed. “And neither is hearing that you love me. Hearing how happy you are that you don’t have to die, however . . . .”

I bit my lip again, this time to try and hide a smile. “Well, I mean, death’s not an easy thing to face.”

“Why would you do all of this if you planned to just die anyways?” he wondered out-loud.

“I did this because if I’m gonna die, might as well live life to the fullest, right?” I said with a smile. “And . . . if anything ever came of it, if I ever was famous, people might know the true horror of Prepot so that they could stop it from happening again.”

His eyes widened. “So, this whole thing boils down to a heroic attempt to rid the world of a dark evil?”

That made me scrunch my nose and laugh at the same time. “I wouldn’t put it that way. I wanted to do this. Honestly, I could go out screaming about Prepot, documenting it everywhere . . . other ways. I choose to go this route because it’s what I wanted to do.”

“And the best way to complete your heroic mission is to win,” he smiled.

I gave him a coy smile in return. “It was. There’s a chance I may not have to die, though.”

“You shouldn’t have to die because of what they did to you,” he informed me. “It’s not right. You have so much to live for, and think about it. Without you, your dad has nothing. He had to abandon anyone else he might have when you guys burned your old lives and moved to Kenmare.”

“I’ve thought about that,” I assured him. “That was always the one flaw my plan had.”

“Now there are two,” he said, and to my surprise, he wrapped one arm tightly around my waist so that he could pull me against him—hold me against him.

I tried to pull back, but his grip only tightened as he smiled deviously. There were so many ways I knew to get out, but based on mere strength alone . . . I couldn’t do it.

“One question answered,” I informed him with a smile. “You’re stronger than me. Maybe it’s all connected to your strength before you transitioned. Which means you’ll be better at everything.” That made me frown.

He laughed, however, and let me go so that he could pick me up and set me gently on the counter. “Oh, come now, love. I would be nothing without you. And I like that. Means I can protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting,” I reminded him. “I can take care of myself.”

“Maybe,” he agreed, still smiling. Very gently, he kissed the tip of my nose. “But why should you have to if I can do it for you? I know you can, but I intend to never let you feel like you have to. I will always be around to do everything I can for you because that’s what I’m here to do—make you as happy and safe as I possibly can.”

I had no words, and when words fail you, kissing doesn’t. No, it never does, and this was probably one of the most passionate and intense kisses of our time together . . . which would mean my entire life. It wasn’t a spur of the moment romantic thing to help fuel the raging hormones inside of us. It was real. It was powerful. His lips trembled on mine as he longed to feel this more, as he yanked me down off of the counter and clutched me so tightly against him that it actually hurt me quite a lot.

Yet I didn’t stop it because the pain was worth it, and masochistic as it may be, I kinda liked it.

He did something so sudden. When I thought the kiss wouldn’t be interrupted for quite a while, he pulled his lips away from mine and bit down on my neck. Hard. It was so hard that I could actually feel the venom as it entered my body. Well, I say I felt it, but I really felt nothing when it did.

Everything was black and too quiet. It was . . . horrifying.

In an instant, I was looking up at the direction his face was with a blank stare, my eyes wide. I could feel my lips trembling, but he didn’t let them do that long. His lips were on mine in a mad and hungry impulse. Having no sense of hearing . . . no eyesight . . . I felt so disgustingly helpless, so weak and pathetic.

Yet this was such an incredible rush of emotions stemming from his lips having their way with mine. It was the only thing that made sense in this complete and utter mess of a world. All I could do was cling to him, let him hold me close and protect me just like he wanted.

I guess maybe that’s why he did it, or maybe he wanted to know if it would work. Maybe he wanted me to experience it. Either way, I got his point, and even though I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself, maybe letting someone else take care of me wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

As my senses started coming back, they came back just in time to hear someone entering the kitchen. Niall’s lips left mine in an instant, and I was wide-eyed when I looked over to see who it was.

I had never felt so much relief when I saw Noah there, eyebrows raised in surprise. Probably wouldn’t have been so surprising if he was fully awake.

“Not what I expected when I came to grab some juice,” he muttered. “I thought we told you guys to stay away from each other.”

“I couldn’t sleep, and he came to get juice,” I said, something that I think surprised Niall a bit.
Still, I began gnawing on my bottom lip and slid out of his grip. “Things just sorta escalated.”

Niall rubbed his face. “I’m just so nervous, ya know? I tried to just . . . not kiss her . . . but I couldn’t help it.”

“You’re lucky it was me and not the diva,” he informed us.

My lips pressed together as I tried my hardest to hold back my laugh. He said it like that on purpose, for me. Niall didn’t really catch anything off because he assumed he meant Brinley, but I knew it was a general statement for both of the females here that were trying to plot against me.

Once again full of surprises, Niall actually smiled over at Noah and nodded before he began carefully walking over to the door. “You’re right, but you can rest easy. More help has arrived.”

We were both confused, though I could hear the car door shutting. It sounded like multiple people, so I very quickly pieced it all together.

My smile brightened. “They’re here?”

He nodded, giving me a grin right back. “What? Surprised?”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “I mean, I knew they would be back, but what timing, right?”

“I hate all this time changing stuff,” I heard Harry complaining to someone as the four began approaching the front door. “Niall better be up.”

I actually beat them to the punch and opened the door before they could even knock, and Harry’s eyes were wide. “Hello, lads. Fancy seeing you here.”

Liam was the first to react due to their surprise, and he pulled me into a tight hug. “What are you doing up?”

“I haven’t slept,” I informed him. “For some odd reason, I can’t sleep.”

“Looks like Niall hasn’t either,” Harry scoffed, and his eyes narrowed a little. “Any ideas why?”

“I have a few, but they’re not the same as yours,” I said, and I hugged him tightly—tightly to him anyways. “I’m glad you guys are back.”

And I was happier than I had been in a while. I thought that being away from Niall, restraining from kissing him, was the reason that things seemed so empty lately. Well, even after kissing him, it only helped a lot. Things still weren’t completely right.

So then their arrival. It would make sense to fix everything, right?

No . . . there was something missing still, a piece I couldn’t quite put in right. I wasn’t completely whole.

What was still missing then?

Notes

The lyrics are from Ten Times Better by Tonight Alive. :)

I hope you guys enjoy. I did start the next chapter of The Tour, so I've made some progress on it. At least a little. x3

Let me know what you think. :)

Comments

Noah’s lips pressed together. “Have you ever thought about the fact that maybe ‘cooties’ was just a warning word for ‘STD,’ or is that just me?” Now am using that when people say cooties

You seriously wrote about my two favorite things. The Voice and One Direction : ). And the song she auditioned with is amazing. Sick Puppies are awesome

Niall_Is_Life Niall_Is_Life
11/25/14

I love reading this. It's incredible

CallMeBri CallMeBri
11/8/14

I love reading this. It's incredible

CallMeBri CallMeBri
11/8/14

I loved reading this excellent story