Bewitched

Ch 27

Suddenly the foot moves around the rock and the torn pants belong to Donovan, I gasp in surprise as I try to back away from him. Suddenly an intense pain hits me and I fall over on my side, letting out a cry. Donovan drops down with me and goes to touch me, I see him covered in blood and turn around throwing myself into the water.

"No get away," another wave of pain hits me and I scream at the top of my lungs as I try crawling away in the water. "Don't touch me. I want Beau!" I managed to get out between my ragged breaths, this pain was intense and I don't know where it was coming from.

"I'm sorry Lauren but he is dead, why else are you feeling this pain?" Donovan says emotionless as he stands above me, his feet in the water. I got hit with another pain, one that shook my whole body and caused black spots to dance in my vision. It hurt so bad I couldn't even make a sound as I open my mouth and a silent scream slips out.

At that instant Donovan scoops me up into his arms, but he is sitting in the water. It reaches up to his chest and he wraps me tightly in his strong arms as the pain from my other half's death rattles my mind, my heart and my soul. You couldn't tell I was crying due to the water that was washing over my body and splashing into my face every so often.

I couldn't bring myself to wipe the tears or to fight Donovan. Yes I may have my powers back but with Beau's death taking its toll on my body I can feel my energy draining from my body to. I wanted to ask him why, why he killed my other half. How could he put me through this much pain if he truly cared about me at all but I couldn't.

With one final blast of pain I felt the bond between Beau and I break, it felt like my body was breaking along with it, the spots got bigger and bigger until I gave into the arms of the awaiting darkness, my last thought before it swallowed me whole was I love you Beau.

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Slowly my senses are coming back to me, I was so cold and numb in the darkness dreaming of Beau. There was no warmth in his eyes, his touch or the dream. It was more of a nightmare then anything.

As my senses slowly return I feel warmth and comfort, I relish in the warmth coming from my surroundings. The bed I can feel is soft, like satin, there is heat wrapped around me and I can feel something ever so gently playing with my hair. Slowly I realize the warmth I feel is a body, so I snuggle closer trying to keep the warm feeling.

I feel the person's body vibrate from a small laugh as arms pull me tighter against the body. Automatically my arms wrap around the body, feeling a naked torso full of muscles I enjoy the feeling.

Then all of a sudden the memories flood back into my  mind. The pain, the numbness, the cold. I shiver at those memories. Then I remember the cause, Donovan. I tense up and the hands start to rub up and down my naked back.

"It's okay your safe my love, just relax." the all to familiar voice of Donovan whispers into my ear as he squeezes me tighter to his chest, holding on and not wanting to let go. I don't relax, instead my instincts kick in and I use magic to send him flying across the room into the wall. I use the magic to hold him there.

"How dare you think I would be okay with you touching me, let alone be in bed with me after you killed my other half! The pain I felt was the worst thing I have ever experienced, it was worse then when I ascended." I was screaming at him, my powers were amped up due to my emotions, which is dangerous for a wiccan as they are unpredictable.

Donovan was turning purple and blue in the face as I was choking him without realizing it, I seen the discoloration of his face which brought me back to reality. I dropped him to the floor and stared frozen in horror at what I was doing.

Donovan started coughing and taking ragged breaths as he tried to suck in as much oxygen as he could to regain himself, the door to my right burst open and there stood five of Donovan's guards who came running at the noise.

"Leave." he rasped as he tried to stand up, he had to use the wall for support. The guards looked between him and me. "Leave now!" Donovan ordered as strongly as his voice would allow, this caused the guards to reluctantly leave and close the door.

I dropped down to my knees and started crying again, I hated myself for being so weak yet so unpredictable. I couldn't take another persons life and if I would have I would never be able to live with the guilt. I buried my face into my hands as I sob feeling sorry for myself. First the loss of my other half is messing with me, now I almost killed someone what next?

I heard Donovan slowly walk over, as if to test the waters with me, but I didn't move. I just continued to cry into my hands.

"It's okay darling, please don't cry. I hate seeing you like this." he stopped just in front of me but didn't make a move to touch me. We sat like that for what felt like ever before he spoke again.

"Can I put you back in bed darling? Your upset and I can just imagine how exhausted you are." his voice was soft, he was truly concerned which tugged at my heart a bit. Then that bitter memory of him killing Beau came back and I cried even harder and shook my head no and backed into the bed trying to get away from him.

He sighed and stood up, without saying another word he left the bedroom. I don't know why but that hurt my feelings more then it should so I cried even harder. It felt like rejection from him, did he not want me because I am still mourning the loss of my other half? Does this mean he is going to kill me? Or maybe he will make me his bed slave. I cringe at my thoughts.

Getting up I slowly crawled into the bed again and covered myself up, I lay there staring at the ceiling as the tears slowly stream down my cheeks, wetting the pillow. I hear the door open slowly and see a figure come in but I don't have the energy to turn my head to see.

"Here darling, I brought you something to eat." Donovan came in carrying a tray with some toast, fruit and a glass of milk. My heart fluttered at his thoughtfulness but I didn't have the energy to move.

"Help me please." I whispered  to him as I stare at the ceiling and the tears silently fall down my cheeks.

"Of course." he sat down the tray and helped me sit up, he propped me up with pillows and made sure I was covered with the blanket. I didn't even care that all I was wearing was a bra and panties, it didn't seem to be an important issue.

Once I was set up Donovan sat on the edge of the bed with the tray and started feeding me, the gesture was thoughtful not sexy, he was being gentle and not saying much as he knew I was unstable and he wasn't touching me which made me happy. We sat in a comfortable silence as he fed me, which almost felt normal. I smiled slightly at that thought, maybe this means I will be okay.