Flashback...
"It's bad, James."
"You know something." It wasn't a question but a statement. Natasha knew something about the unusual things happening to Avery.
" When I was a child, I had a friend name Peta. He and I were as close as two people can be. We planed our wedding and the names of our future children. You know how it can be.
One day, when I had turned eighteen years old, Peta and I were planing on meeting up at the clearing in the woods were I lived. He was a werewolf and just as we presumed, we were mates.
I waited for him for twenty minutes before I started to worry and just as I was about to call him, he showed up. He emerged from the woods in his usual messy hair and torn jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. I had bought it for him the week before.
I ran up to him and hugged him, telling him how happy I was to see him and how he had me worried. But I pulled back when I realized that he wasn't hugging me back.
I looked him in the eyes and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. When I touched him I felt the same sparks as usual. It was him, my mate, my love. But to him I wasn't. He looked at me with a void. As if he didn't know who I was. ' You killed her.' He said. I didn't know what he was talking about. My mind was going crazy and I was only eighteen so I wasn't that much in control of my powers. I felt like I was breaking, like every fiber of my body was being ripped apart. 'You killed her.' He repeated those words but that time he took a step closer. He was seething through his teeth. And then the next words that came out of his mouth broke me completely. 'YOU KILLED MY MATE!'"
Natasha was reliving memories I don't think she has thought about in a long time. Her eyes held terror and pain as if she felt it all over again. Which she probably was. The pain of being hurt by your mate never leaves you.
" Natasha we don't have to-"
" No. You need to know. Because what happened then is happening again." I felt a chill run through my body at her words. She had my full attention.
" I told him that I was his mate. That I wasn't dead. That I was standing right in front of him. That only made him more mad. ' You filthy whore! You killed my mate. I saw you. She was just standing there and you drove a knife through her heart. You killed her and for that you will die.' He pulled up a knife from the hem of his pants and raised his hand,preparing to lunge it at me. I just stood there. I couldn't grasp what it was that was happening. I was going to let him kill me, because death would be less painful than what I endured while listening to him. Then I saw it. Deep in his eyes I saw him fight. I saw him at war with himself. His hand was shaking in the air as if he was trying to restrain himself. And then from the shadows behind us a figure showed up. ' That's enough.' He said and I immediately knew who it was.
' Down boy.' Peta lowered his hand. He wasn't the one in control. He was a shell, controlled by someone else. 'Isn't that sweet. His love for you was almost enough to resist the need to kill you. He's strong. But you're not.'
I asked him why he was doing this and his only answer was ' Love makes you weak. Love allows you to have control. I can't have you be in control just yet darling.'
With those words he looked back at Peta and I knew, I knew he was inside his brain. Peta raised his hand once more and looked me in the eyes. I closed my eyes preparing for what was to come. But they snapped open when I heard someone chocking. I watched as Peta dug the knife further into his heart. I screamed for him to stop and ran up to him.
I cupped his face with my hands. 'Please, please, no, I love you, please don't leave me. You promised me that you would never leave me,' I begged him. I pleaded and begged but I could see life leaving his eyes.... ' I'm so sorry. Remember -pro-m-ise. I love you.'
His last words. In his last moment alive he had been given back control. His last words were all I had left of him."
Natasha looked broken sitting in front of me. She looked empty and drained. Her eyes were bloodshot red and tears had dried on her cheeks. A singular tear leaving as eyes were glued to the wall. But she wasn't seeing the wall. She was seeing her mate die in front of her at eighteen years old.
But I had to know.
" Natasha. Who was the witch that was in control of his mind?"
Natasha's eyes sturggled to find mine. And now there was only one emotion taking over. Anger. She was raging inside and it looked as if she was about to burst.
" My father."
End of Flashback...