Blasphemous Relations

One - Empty and Void

This karaoke bar, the Mic, was my small haven. No one knew I came here to relax and wallow sometimes – except Dementos, that bastard. He knew everything. He was always shamelessly dabbling around in people's future memories which infuriated and aroused me all at the same time. If he wasn't so good looking I would just rip his throat out with my nails. But he would never tell anyone about this place because he'd sit and watch me sometimes when he was feeling down too or when he just wanted to chill. It was a perfect arrangement really. This little hole in the wall was the perfect place for me to lick my wounds about my mate.

"You've been so unavailable, now sadly I know why. Your heart is unobtainable even though Gods know you have mine." I sang, my voice breaking a little. Oh, Sam Smith, you understand me. The truth in your words; it kills me a little inside.

My mate, Blaise Callahan, an 18 year old wolf from the Tormenta pack that moved to Wilbrook a little over 9 months ago, was the only thing at the moment which seemed to tear me apart more and more each day like a continuous tornado inside my heart that made my heart strain against my ribcage both in an attempt to escape as well as in reaction to the heat that his presence filled my body with. His maroon-red hair fell in waves just past the nape of his neck in a ruffled sex-hair kind of look which he favoured. His messy red fringe fell over his clear, pale pule eyes which electrified every nerve in my body and set my libido on fire like no flame blower could. He was walking sex with long muscular legs that formed part of that marine-like build with muscles bulging against tan skin, bunching and flexing as he walked. His lips were the perfect shade of dark pink, plump and juicy. His nose was slightly round and a little big but fit his low cheekbones and somewhat chubby cheeks perfectly. Blaise is perfection contained.

But he was also an idiot.

He refused to acknowledge that we are mates outside the moments which we shared in private. Those moments he would call me his and mate and conjunx. But when those moments were over, it was like they never existed; like I never existed. He treated me like one would an ordinary ally to his pack; distant but tolerant. For the most part, it quelled the craving for him a little. It would ice the burn patches on my heart momentarily but that would all be for no reason when that little whore on a stick walked into the room.

But I guess she's having the last laugh because Blaise is absolutely taken by her. I know they are seeing each other. I knew about a week after they'd started seeing each other. It made my heart bleed but I liked competition and I decided I'd beat her but I was losing this battle and I could barely take it anymore. I don't think he'll de-mate me because of the seriousness of the mate bond but then there is the whole issue of him not knowing/acknowledging that he's my mate. But I could feel it and so we'd have to do the ceremony soon and I'd mate with him...but I think his heart would stay with her and that's what scares me the most.

I don't want a mate without his heart too.

I want it all.

That doesn't make me selfish, does it?

So, what the fuck makes her so damn special?

That Bitch.

I just don't fucking understand!

As I finished the song, I drifted off to the Dementos' table where he was nursing an icy beer, staring at the cheap wooden table as if it held all the answers to his problem. Tos is beautiful. His hair is always styled in the latest trendy which is easy for him considering he can change his naturally dark purple – almost black – length at whim. Currently he was going for a chic male model kind of cut, with the sides cut really short and the top gelled back almost as if he was trying to look professional. His eyes are a beautiful shade of grey that are so light that they almost appeared transparent, with the softest of blues surrounding his pupil like sudden burst of blue skies in the middle of a foggy morning. He was built muscular but lean, with muscles confidently bulging so you knew he could kick your ass but with enough leanness to be as agile as water.