Diary of a Lycan's Prisoner

October 14^th, 1989

Two men stood outside of a cabin, the sounds of a woman screaming in pain carried into the rainy night air. The younger of the two paced back and forth on the patio deeply inhaling a cigarette. “What am I supposed to do dad?” He was tall and muscled with dark chocolate hair and grey eyes. His skin was tanned and every bit of him screamed full-blooded wolf.

“Deal with it. You just had to imprint with a human girl, what the hell were you thinking Vincent?” The older man kicked a wooden post that held a wind chime, the pipes ringing sent chills up his arms. The older man was shorter, his eyes were more human than that of his son's. His own mother had been a human, but his mate had been a full-blood so the traits had passed on to Vincent.

“It isn’t like our kind plans shit like that! What if Krystie can’t handle the birthing? What if the baby carries the gene? No human woman has ever survived a birthing.” The young man’s voice was filled with worry, he cared deeply for his mate. There had been so much the couple had to struggle through in order to be together. Even though Vincent had imprinted Krystie as his mate, wolf law could only justify that mate unification through courting. If no one else had claimed her willing body then a wolf male may make his move, but he could only mark her as his if she was willing to take his mark unto her flesh. And even though Krystie Chanter and fallen as much in love with him as he was in love with her, there was another man that wanted her. Tobias Viktor.

Tobias and Vincent had grown up together they were the strongest of all the wolves. Every waking moment they spent together almost like friends, but there was a rivalry between the two and even they did not know what it was that always made them have to challenge one another. Tobias was there when Vincent first saw Krystie. Vincent nearly collapsed as the sensation weighed down within him, the imprint marked him within like the weight of a magnet. But Tobias’ eyes saw the same beautiful woman and he wanted to claim her. Vincent and Tobias fought brutally time and again until Krystie, who had fallen for Vincent, had used much of her own powerful enchantments to keep herself and her love hidden away from the blond wolf.

The old man was sympathetic for his son, but he did not show it. “Then you must be prepared to raise the child alone. Do not resent your offspring, what ever happens is what fate decides. But your woman, she is a witch so we do not know how strong her magic runs through her blood. Do not lose hope.” He put his hand on his son’s shoulder, “You need to focus on what you will do when Tobias learns of the child. He will be ready to take it at any moment.” The younger man nodded. He looked up into the clouded sky and saw the stars through a small break in the mists.

He did not expect to ever imprint with anyone, much less a witch, but the moment he had seen her he knew she was his. Her short stature, doe-like face, and voluptuous body made her all the more desirable. Vincent wanted to have a wonderful life with his mate, to have many children and to live happily. When Krystie became pregnant with the child everything seemed to come to a halt. Their child’s birth would be the beginnings to a prophecy.

An old soothsayer had a vision that the child begot from a werewolf and a witch would create a very powerful being. A being that if born female would have the ability to bare powerful offspring to anyone what would mate her. Those children would become the most formidable of their species. This meant that many would try to take her and make her their own in order to strengthen their clans or to take over the supernatural world.

A blood curdling scream sounded from within the cabin and lighting crashed above the secluded home. Both men rushed inside towards the room where the child was being birthed, they could hear the muffled voice of the mid-wife talking to woman in pain. The door suddenly flung open and the elderly woman held a bundle, “Take the child Vincent! Krystie is bleeding out! I must stop the bleeding!” The dark haired man took the child and rushed into the room going to the side of his beloved.

“Krystie, you can’t leave me! You can’t leave us!” the pale hand of the witch reached out and touched his face, her hands cold and clammy.

“Don’t say that!” Vincent said angrily, “I cannot live without you! You know this! What am I to do if you die!?”

“Love her, protect her, die trying.” She said to him as he sat on the bed petting her ebony hair. “We knew this might happen. Now you must live for her.”

He began to sob clutching his mate. “I love you Krystie.”

“I love you too Vincent. Love Dinah. Dinah Anastasia. Tell her I love her.”

Before he could look at the dead face of his mate he heard thunder crash above and he heard his father cry out for him. The mid-wife covered the witch’s body, trembling she reached for the baby, “You must help your father. I will take her to Krystie’s coven to hide the child. Keep Tobias away and come for us if you make it.” Vincent reluctantly gave the baby to the older woman, he was going to gut Tobias.

Vincent carefully walked out of the cabin. The feeling within him was dull because he no longer cared if he lived or not. Any werewolf that lost his mate no longer had a reason to live for they lived to protect and provide for them. As he stepped onto the patio his golden eyes fell upon the man that was attacking his father. “Tobias.”

The man with caramel colored hair took his eyes off of the older wolf he had pinned and a wolfish grin played on his lips. “Where is the Child, Vincent?” He watched as the forlorn man that stood on the patio radiated with hate.

“You will not get her, Tobias.” His body began to morph as the mate-torn rage built up within him

“You won’t succeed you filthy bastard.” The old beaten man managed to gag out. The golden eyed beast punched his victim’s face with an unbelievable amount of force before he stood to face the evolving black beast before him.

“Don’t kid yourself Vincent! You have never had the strength to best me in dual! What makes you think you will win this time? Just give me the child. I am pretty sure that your witch did not survive the birthing. Why give up your life when you could just join me in this. Why should your daughter live without her parents? Don’t be stupid Vincent.” The golden beast within the rogue emerged to take on the black werewolf that stood before him.

“I have nothing to lose, Tobias.”

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Witches of all ages encircled the sleeping baby chanting protective spells as a young witchling bathed the blood off of its tanned little body. The thunder crashed above the old plantation home and the mid-wife peered outside of the window searching for any signs of the baby’s father. She dearly hoped that the young man would survive, but she knew that the ties between a wolf and his mate should never be cut and fate had cut that chain. No wolf could live without their other half, but she prayed to the Fates that he would at least try to live for the poor child.

The witches began to light incense and rubbed the baby with sweet smelling potions, placing shiny stones upon her in order to place protection to prevent being detected. “We need the blood of a relative to seal the enchantments.” The eldest of the sorceresses stated. The mid-wife returned to the window searching for any signs of Vincent when lightening flashed and a man rushing towards the old manor could be seen. The mid-wife ran to the door and threw it open for the dripping man that stood before her, his arm obviously broken and his body torn apart by Tobias. “Where is Vincent?” the older woman asked sadly in a hushed tone.

She helped him limp over to the circle of witches that chanted for the sake of the baby, he was wet from the rain and from blood. The elder witch turned her cataracted gaze upon the man, “Where is thy son, old wolf?” she frowned as he merely shook his head. The matron sorceress took the man’s wet hand and with a dagger sliced open his thumb. Pulling him toward the child with surprising strength he grunted in agony as the crone smeared his blood upon his granddaughter’s forehead, “For as long as you live Rasamus Lupe, this child will live under the protection of our enchantments. The day of your death will mark the end of the power of this blood spell. Make well sure that you prepare her for what is to be her fate.”

The old man fell upon his knees weakened from fighting, from blood loss, and from the loss of his son. “Old witch why can’t you keep the spell upon her forever? Do you know what is at stake if any man of power tries to claim her?”

The matron witch twisted his bleeding hand with brute strength retching a howl from the wolf, “Fool! We are but the servants of Fate! We can only sway her kindness so much! You want your precious granddaughter to live a safe life?” she spat “Then live forever! But even old halflings such as you die eventually! Do not think you can trick the Fates you old half wolf, she will do as she has designed!” Releasing the miserable old man she picked up the baby and wrapped it in a beautifully decorated blanket. “We lost a powerful witch tonight. Bless her spirit. Bless the spirit of her pure wolf mate. May their spirits guide their daughter down the right path.”

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