Page 9 of My Dark Obsession
He placed his large warm hand to my lower back where an instant itch had begun. He gently led me back up the stairs and into the spacious living area over to the set of large armchairs. I sat down wide-eyes and mouth agape.
A fucking bear…into a person…
The giant, Rí knelt in front of me, close but not touching. “What were ye’ doing in the Dead Village?”
The Dead Village? The burnt village? Why was he asking this? He hadn’t seemed surprised at the bear changing its form. In fact, not one single person in the bar had. No one screamed and ran for the doors.
“That bear…man…how?” I stuttered. I was in shock, I knew this. Who wouldn’t be in damn shock?
“Ye’ don’t have shifters from where ye’re from?”
“Shifters? In books or films maybe but not real ones no! Where I’m from, humans. Only humans. The only animals are well…animals.”
“Ye’re human?” The shock on his face should have been my first sign that I was fucked, but it was when the knock at his door made me jump and twist around to stare at it and his mouth fell open to gape at me like a fish. It was then that I realised I was being like my weak old self-how pathetic of me.
“Mother fucker of all things fucked.” He croaked.
Before I could say anything, the door knocked again, and the bar lady’s voice called through.
“Rí you okay in there? Are you coming down? I’ve made you your drink.”
Such an innocent question for her to ask. He lived above the bar and obviously knew her, so why oh why, did my stomach now burn with the need to add her to my dark tortuous fantasies.
“I’m havin’ the night off.” He answered, still looking at me with shock upon his face.
“Oh. Well your drinks here if you want it.” As the footsteps receded Rí looked as though he managed to compose himself.
Clearing his throat, he stood up and walked to the fireplace opposite the chairs. Above the large stone was a stunning painting of a dragon, his large black wings spanning the entire painting. Its red eyes shone bright with the flames that were bursting from its monstrous mouth.
“What is ye’ name Wee one?” He asked in his deep timber.
“Amaya.” It had become hard to keep my tone flat and emotionless with all the shit that had just gone down. And by shit, I mean a bear changed into a man!
Stuff like that only existed in the fantasy books I read; they were well crafted from people with incredible imaginations.
Right?
“Well Amaya, ye’re in Wisteria, the first home to the Supernatural.”
Son of a bitch.
Three
‘Amaya-Everlasting-Eternal’
Rí
A Circle Mate.
I had a Circle Mate.
Sat before me was the smallest, most beautiful, most confusing person I had ever come across.
I didn’t do well with people. I wasn’t a talker. I liked to be alone. I didn’t need the locals to tell me I was grumpy; I already knew that.
My dragon and I barely communicated anymore; in fact, he slept and left me to deal with the misfit locals. I knew the day was coming where he would disappear completely.
But that afternoon whilst loading up the bar I felt it, the huge surge of power that rippled through me and my beast. So I ran as fast as I could and followed the pull towards the Village. The urgency in my veins had mydragon demanding I run faster. He even suggested shifting, but that’s when I found her, Amaya. Covered in filth and dried blood and looking as though she was ready to take me in a fight. Me, a 6 ft 3 dragon shifter. It was laughable and I would have laughed if she hadn’t tried to run from me multiple times.
