~Faye
The emotions that consumed me ranged from various parts of me. Each building up into energy in the palms of my hands. I’m so furious I want to explode. Yet at the same time I’m so overwhelmed by what happened, I want to throw up in at my feet. All these feelings slam off the walls of my mind.
“Get off me,” I scream. It’s a shrill sound that echo’s off the cliff. I slam my hands against his chest, pushing him off me with all the energy within me. “Get the hell away.”
He stumbles away, the heel of his feet coming close to the edge of the cliff. One more hit and he would fall. Would he die? I highly doubt it. He would surely use his newly regenerated powers to reverse time and send me tumbling down instead. And by the unamused look on his face, he had that idea in his head too.
“Woah there. I nearly fell,” he says, quirking his eyebrow.
“Good. You deserve to suffer. And you will suffer,” I snap at him. I hate him. I want the worst for him. He deserves to burn and feel pain for his entire life for what he is done. He did not need to leave two children without both their parents. Thea was innocent. She didn’t deserve to be a part of it.
“Is that right?” he murmurs, that sickening smile I could simply slap on his face more prevalent that ever following his victory. “And how do you suggest that will happen? I have everything in my life that I could ever possibly want.”
“No one will ever love you. All you immortals come from the same damn place, but I’m sure all of them could find love…But you,” I growl
“I-“
“You’re disgusting. You’re broken and ruined and all you want is for the best people to hurt. No one will ever care for you,” I continue.
His amused expression is slowly faltering with each word. I don’t feel a moment of regret, happy I’m tearing him down. Words are the only thing I have on my side, and I mean each and every one I say. And I don’t feel any guilt at all. He deserves worse than the words I can serve at him.
“I made a deal with your mate that he would keep his mouth shut if I spared you,” he mutters. His expression has darkened, becoming something I would fear if I wasn’t so consumed by my own rage. “But you said it so yourself, I’m a terrible person.”
I’m too fired up to police what comes out of my mouth. “Do it, hurt me.”
He takes a few threatening steps toward me, which I match backward, ensuring I’m nowhere near the cliff edge. It would be so simple for him push me of and allow me to have the same Fate as Jasper.
“You shouldn’t play with an immortal like that,” he warns, his tone sinister. “Don’t you know, we don’t have souls.”
From behind me, I hear the sudden sound of someone clearing their throat.
“Doing that would be a foolish decision, Sinful,” they say. I freeze, the voice unfamiliar, the accent otherworldly. Time seems momentarily surprised that he is seeing whoever stands behind me. “I’m sure the Moon wouldn’t appreciate you killing one of its own.”
I whirl around. An immortal stands there, hands tucked neatly behind their back. I know it’s immortal simply based upon looks alone. No mortal looks like that. Which immortal exactly, I’m unsure. All I know is I’m staring back at eyes so glacial blue, they almost melt into the white of his irises.
“Do you often like sticking your nose in business that isn’t yours?” Time says from over my shoulder.
“This is my business,” the stranger tells him. “She’s my sister.”
My heart shudders to a stop. I’ve never seen him in my life, and by looks alone, he is no relation to me. I’m staring at a man with hair of pure silver, tinted with a very minty green colour. He’s certainly from a land I’ve never set foot on. But he may just be my saving grace right now.
“Oh Micah,” Time says, “You should really leave when this has nothing to do with you. Faye can deal with her own problems.”
“Your arguing is pointless, as I’m sure you are aware. She is coming with me. Or face the Moon’s judgment yourself,” Micah says firmly. He hasn’t moved from his spot, while Time is pacing behind me like a rogue shadow.
I wish I could see Time’s expression, but I’m too busy observed Micah to turn. “You think you’re so smart. You forget who you’re talking to.”
Micah turns his attention from Time, to me, holding his hand out. I’m reluctant for a number of reason. I don’t know who Micah is, and he surely cannot be my brother. I had a sister, yes, but not an immortal brother. Plus, I don’t want to abandon T who is still trapped inside his own mind.
“Come on Faye, we have other places to be,” Micah says firmly, raising a smooth eyebrow at me.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know who you are,” I tell him. I’m not sure which Fate is worse. Staying here with Time with my life in potential danger. But I would also be abandoning T. Or go with this stranger, who is trying to save my life. “And he has my mates body. I can’t leave him.”
“And he will have your body soon if you are not careful,” Micah says calmly. “I’m sorry this is against you will, but it is completely necessary.”
He suddenly lurches forward, quicker than a mortal could even fathom. I catch only the softness peppermint scent from him as he grasps my arm and pulls me close, and the ground falls out from under my feet. He’s transporting me, and the moment we land, I stumble away from him.
I’m in a foyer. It’s awfully pleasant in here, a fire crackling to my right. Everything is adorned in a soft glow, from the wooden flooring and walls, to the ginger furnishings that take up the space. Micah stands in contrast to it all, with his utter iciness, staring at me kindly.
“You better explain who you are…And where I am,” I order.
“You’re in our sister’s residence. She’s been waiting to meet you,” Micah tells me, motioning behind me. I frown, glancing over my shoulder. I flinch, as I see someone staring right back at me.
Again, I’ve never seen her in my life. She is very beautiful though, and as unique to look at as Micah. Her hair is pin straight, stained with a glistening golden blonde colour. Her eyes are her most dramatic feature. They command your gaze with their fire and intensity. It’s almost like staring at an amber gem in its purist form. It’s stunning.
“Hi…I’m Sariah,” she introduces, shoving her hand back. She draws it back when I flinch away. “Oh, I’m sorry.”
“There is no need to worry. My name is Micah, and I am your brother. I’m one of the Virtues, like you. I’m humility, and Sariah is Diligence,” Micah explains. He’s so calm, while my mind is whirling.
I’m Temperance, a Virtue created by the Moon to give mortals morals and a healthy way to live. Thought told me so myself. And surrounding me, are two others, who I have never met, but who just saved my mind. I’m not as surprised as I thought I would be. In fact, I’m relieved I’m in their presence.
“You saved me.”
“Your life means a lot to us. We were waiting for the right time to speak to you. Just then seemed the most appropriate,” Sariah tells me, skipping around me to join Micah at his side.
“So, I’m related to you both?” I question. None of us look alike to any agree. But then again, we are created by the room, not by two parents sharing their genetics. Perhaps I am not even truly related to any of them.
Micah nods his head. “Absolutely. We are all creations of the Moon. You however had a different beginning to life than us.”
“Haven’t you all been around for millions of years?” I clarify.
“Yes, we have. We had another sister but she suffered a horrible fate,” Sariah tells me. A solemn expression falls upon her face, before Micah nudges her and she brightens up again. “So you were born as a replacement.”
“Which we are very grateful for,” Micah says firmly.
Sariah nods in response. “Right.”
“I’m sorry…Thank you very much for saving me, but I have to get home. Time has my mates body,” I tell them.
I can’t abandon Time. I may have the chance to get to know the sibling I never had, but I have a mate to protect. He has done everything to try keep me safe, and here I am, having completely put him in danger when he needed me the most. If something has happened to him, I will never forgive myself.
“We will get him back, there is no worry about that,” Micah tells me softly, trying to lay my fears to rest. “Time fears only the Moon, who is on our side.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely,” Sariah says, cutting her brother off before he could continue. “For now, your other siblings would like to meet you.”