Questioning Feelings
Ashlynn
I walk down the hall, glancing around at the slightly familiar, royal red themed, hallways. There is no explanation to be going to his room. This was my conclusion as I tried to find some sort of plausible reason. He'd ask why, I have no doubt, and I would have no answer, I sighed, no reasonable answer, anyways, other than the nagging feeling of worry that kept pulling at the pit of my stomach. Donovan seemed all too happy to see that Nickolas had been almost murdered, and though I my familiarity with killing is above most people's experience levels, thinking about killing that God forsaken man gave me a feeling I didn't want to even start to analyze.
Rolling my eyes at myself I turn the corner to find his door the first one on the right. I reach for the doorknob of the closed door only to stop, hesitating. I could turn around, forget this ridiculous idea. I could push down this absolutely retarded feeling of worry, and sincere guilt.
I like that idea. I like it a lot better.
I turn around with the thoughts of returning to my room, only to hear the door open and a voice that made me wince inwardly.
"What are you doing at my door, Ashlynn?" Nickolas asks, his tone was tired and seemingly worn as well as weak, only making the pull of worry and caring stronger. I turn back to face him, and my eyes unconsciously widened at the sight of an overly tired man, his navy blue eyes dimmed considerably, as the darkened half circles under his eyes clash with the paleness of his blood with-drawled skin.
"Wow, you look like shit." was my impulsive remark as my eyes scanned him. But something was different, and that's what made me stop in my tracks of insults. He was emanating something that reached me clear as day, something that seeped into me as if attaching itself to me. My eyes again shot wide open as the air was knocked out of me, as whatever this was gave in to me. Nickolas was at my side in an instance, supporting me as he led me into his room and laid me on his bed.
I started to breath normally again, my heart rate slowing to a regular rate. My eyes went straight to Nickolas and the look of mutual understanding came to our connected gazes, made me inwardly groan.
We must be linked.
There's a chance that when one feeds on another a link is formed. This situation happens one in a billion, on a good day, but given the circumstances and our 'unique' genes it wouldn't be a far-fetched guess. This means that whatever pain or strong emotional feeling that crosses our hearts will be felt by the other. We will forever be in sync, and telepathically connected. If one of us is in pain, or struggling, the other will feel it. It doesn't matter how far away we are.
He falls back onto the bed clearly just about happy with this as I am,
"Did you feel it?" he asks and knowing what he meant, I nodded. I knew what it was supposed to feel like, my great grandmother ended up with one in her later years, of course that was before she was brutally murdered by a stake in the heart.
"What the hell were you doing in the same room as me?" I ask as I stand and look down at him, my hands on my hips.
"I wasn't going to let you go out and kill whoever looked decent for dinner, Ashlynn." He replies dryly as he sits up on his hands, his blue eyes still tired but looking up and meeting my gaze with some unspoken challenge.
I threw my hands up, "So you what, you offered yourself to me on a silver platter?" I ask my tone growing accusative.
He actually laughed , "Are you serious? Hell no, and even then, you were the one who starved yourself, hybrid, not me. Not only this, but you don't even know if we are linked, so why don't you stop and try it."
I grit my teeth and walk over to his night stand grabbing his apparent safety dagger. Sliding it out of the holster I walk over and yank him up, taking his wrist. "I really hope this hurts you more than it hurts me." I reply before digging it into the palm of his hand, there's a brief moment of silence as me and his eyes lock before the pain in my hand forms, I let out a startled grunt as I drop his hand and grab mine, trying to make the pain stop.
"Guess the pain kind of hurt you a little too, didn't it?" he replies dryly, chuckling and I just glare at him.