Aries Blackwood

This feeling. This strong urge.

Even, the beast, who had decided to stay extinct, was starting to crawl out from deep within.

It was as if something woke him up.

But what could possibly hold the power to cause the hibernating beast to awaken?

What was it that was getting even me agitated? For no reason, my heart was beating erratically. Like it wanted me to feel again. Almost as if telling me something. Something that I didn't understand at all.

I shake my head and dismiss these feelings that was confusing me to no end. But my heart didn't let it go nor did the beast as I felt him pace around the back of my mind coming towards the surface with each passing second.

No, he wasn't forcing a shift. And neither was he trying to take control. He was just getting impatient. Like he was hungry?

Thirsty even.

But for what? My dysfunctional brain was not competent enough to understand these emotions that was boiling inside of me. Or anything at all. It was not like I had any motive nor reasons to live anymore. They all faded time ago, along with her.

Now all the life in me had been drained out. I was an empty vessel. Completely sucked dry and left empty.

I stare at the skyline as I lounge on the sofa with a whisky glass in one hand and grabbing my already messed up hair with the other.

What day was it? What year was I in?

The sky was turning into its ugly burned red as it announced another end of itself. But not for me. It was a continuation of my pain and agony. My suffering. It was a reminder of another day that had gone, and I was still by myself. All alone.

She was not coming. She never intended to.

They lied.

She lied.

Everything they said was a lie. Everything she said was a lie. She was punishing me for pushing her away. She was angry with me. Upset that I let her go so easily.

I huff out a breath as the sky turns even darker and the city lights once again showers on it, trying to somehow makeup for the sunlight as it adds rainbows of neon's to the darkness.

I get up tiredly for another night of drowning myself in my own sorrow, the crowd, the loud heart thumping music. Another sleepless night. And who knows just how many more of them were waiting for me.

As usual, I carry myself in my black suit and walk out of the dark empty room. Even though I lived here, there was no proof of living. If not for the empty bottles of whisky laying on the glass table.

Ignoring my thumping heart and my building headache, I carry on for the long night ahead.

But for some reason, my ignorance did nothing to calm my racing heart. My jaws twitched the whole journey as I drove through the crowded road. Cars after cars occupied the road and humans swarmed the streets as the lights flooded upon the dark night. The lights almost dazzling.

But there was no beauty to it. No breath-taking moments. None of it enthralled me.

I don't know what it was, but my heart did not plan to settle down tonight. No, it did not want to. It constantly hammered against my chest, pointing, hinting me. Yet, I still did not understand it.

The sleepless nights were making me too tired for anything. My body was in the brink of shutting itself down. How long has it been since I last slept? The dark circles on my eyes were more prominent as the years went by. What even was sleep?

Even if I close my eyes just for a second, all I would see was the same picture over and over again. Of her. Of us. Of our happy little family. And I would then open my eyes, reminding myself of how delusional it all was. Of how delusional I was.

It would have been much better if I did not wake up at all. But I did. My dreams a reality that I wanted to live in, but I would eventually wake up from my reality to the endless circle of existence all by myself.

I pull off at the road in front of the club and hand my keys to the valet, waiting by the door. As usual, I storm past the entrance to my usual VVIP lounge upstairs which was always reserved for me. And soon after, Tim hurries into the room with a tray full of bottles that will last me for the night. Or part of the night, depending on my mood.

I pour myself a glass of whiskey as soon as Tim places the tray on the table and dismisses himself after a curt bow. Nobody dares utter a word around me. My reputation was not so great amongst the staffs and my identity unknown to the rest.

One glare from me was enough to send them back or make them shudder in fear. I was a lonely jerk as they stated, who only had good looks. But I didn't care. I didn't need anyone's company, nor preferred.

I was okay on my alone. Just drowning in my misery for the rest of the years to come. Probably eternity by the looks of it.

As I was inhaling the drink, I feel it again. The sharp stabs in my heart. Like hundreds of needles poking it from all directions. Seeking all my attention. Again.

Just what was it?

I was getting restless as the seconds passed by. Unable to take it anymore, I abruptly get up and march towards the tinted glass window. A one-way mirror that allows me to see the outside.

I rest my elbow on the glass and lean down, looking past the crowds of people. Humans. Werewolves. Even other creatures by the looks of it.

It wasn't like they never visited the club before. So why this restlessness? What was it that I was looking for amongst this sea of creatures?

I scan the crowd in hopes that my raging heart would eventually calm down when I prove it that there was nothing to be anxious about. But it does the exact opposite. It drums in my ears and deafens me. I could hear nothing else. Just the beat of my dramatical heart.

Telling me something.

My desperate eyes scans the crowd downstairs, the centre of the dance floor. The bar. The entrance. The-

Just then I catch a glimpse of something very familiar as it exists the door. Something that not even time itself could erase from my memories.

A long, shinning midnight black hair.

My heart stops beating and squeezes tightly. Painfully. Time freezes and the whole world stops as I stare at the closed door, waiting for it all to be nothing but my pure imagination.

Proving me once again how insane I had become.

But the lack of breathing. The tightness in my heart. And the howling of the beast in me, forces me out of my hallucination. Telling me how real it all was.

Without wasting another second, I storm out the door. And the moment, I open the door. It hits me. The scent in the air. This smell.

Then I start speeding down the stairs, across the floor, to the exit. Like a madman. While doing my best not to let the beast out.

Please.

I beg to the goddess one more time as my eyes frantically searches for the midnight black hair. I sniff the air around in need for more.

I want more.

No, I need more.

Please. Don't go. Don't leave me again.

I fall on my knees in front of the empty parking spot, my brain frozen shock, blank, as the beast in me keeps growling. But right now, my mind only had one thought.

She was here.

I turn my head up to the dark sky, a small smile spreading across my face. Hope, once again surfacing in me. "She was here..."

The sweet scent of lavender mixed with vanilla still lingered the air. But this time, it also had the sweetest scent of rose in it too. Delicious. Addicting. And as I inhaled her fading scent that the air still carried, I knew that she kept her promise. That it was finally the end of my waiting.

She did not lie.

You did not lie.

Althea, you are finally here...