Immortal Prophecy
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As he was lying in bed, James felt sadness, loss and defeat flood his soul.
“Ally,” he whispered in the darkness.
He was out of bed, throwing on clothes, and on his way to Alessandra’s room in the blink of an eye. She needed him. A part of her soul called out to him without conscious thought.
James reached her bedroom door; he listened for a moment outside before knocking. “Ally, it’s me…”
He heard her startled gasp followed by her whispered reply. “Come in.”
Even though the room was dark, it didn’t bother James. Immortals could see just as well in the dark as they did in the light, and he could see her eyes were swollen from crying. Something had disturbed and upset her greatly.
James walked in and sat down on the bed with her, taking her hands in his own, looking at her with concern and despair. “What’s wrong, little one?”
Ally turned on her bedside lamp as she looked up at him; the soul-destroying grief was obvious in her big, green eyes.
He felt his own heart break with a simple look.
Without thinking, he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. She was in desperate need of love and comfort. After a while, he slowly pulled back and brushed her hair out of her eyes.
“Sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong,” he urged gently, knowing that he could simply read her mind, but out of respect, he decided to wait and let her tell him. They had become closer, and he didn’t want to do anything to risk that connection.
“Kathryn…”
“Kathryn?”
“She was here, or at least in my dream she was here. You were right, James. Kat isn’t the girl that I knew and loved. She is a Vampire…”
James was trying very hard not to react on the outside. He was extremely worried that Kathryn had shown up, whether it be in a dream or reality. It made him very nervous.
“What did she do in the dream?”
Ally looked to the corner of the room that Kat had been standing in, throughout the dream. “She was just standing there, holding the flower that I put in her hands on the day that she…” Ally trailed off thinking of the day that Kathryn had been taken.
James loving rubbed his thumb along her hand, bringing her back into the moment.
“I tried to talk to her but she wouldn’t say anything. I said ‘tell me you are still you’ and she shook her head. I asked her what she wanted and she…she…”
“What did she do, little one?” James asked, adding a compulsion to relax into his soothing tone. He felt her body relax a degree before she continued speaking.
“She raised her arm and pointed at me!” Ally let out a sob of pure sorrow as she spoke the last word.
Without a word, James wrapped her up in his arms, and lay her down in the bed. He climbed in beside her and she curled into his warm, strong comforting body. She was holding on so tight to him, like he was her anchor. All the while, James just held her, whispering comforting words and playing with her hair. There was nothing he could do to take the pain away but if this helped his beloved, then this was what he would do.
She lay there for what seemed like forever before her breathing slowed and he knew that she was sleeping. James looked up to the heavens, praying the dream Alessandra had, was just a dream and not a premonition. He felt the dread gnawing away at him but tried to block it out.
James had received a phone call from Chase, earlier that day, informing him Vincent had made his way to Scotland and was on the hunt for Ally. He didn’t even want to contemplate what kind of danger she would be in, if Kathryn and Vincent were hunting her, at the same time.
Looking at his soul mate again, he let out a soft sigh and whispered in her ear, “I have waited over three hundred years for you. I can’t and won’t lose you now, little one. I wouldn’t survive without you.”
She stirred a little, whispering back, “You won’t.”
He smiled and planted a kiss on her forehead, then pulled her closer to him and tried to sleep.