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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗

-ˋˏ 𝘒𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 ˎˊ-

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╰┈˚ · ° .   THE FIRST THING THAT I THOUGHT  as I started to slowly waking up was— What the fuck? I was getting kidnapped a bit too much for my liking. Two times— meaning two times too much.

"Wake up." A man singsonged the words.

I felt my head being picked up, eyelids blinking rapidly— or at least I tried since they felt like they weighed a ton. The bump in the back of my head pulsed, slowly healing.

"What are you?" Another person, another man, sterner then the first, asked in a commanding tone.

"Would it be inappropriate to make a 'your mom' joke right now?" Words slurred as they left my lips like I was drunk.

A scream tore from my lips as the worst pain I had ever felt lit up my body. On my chest, the skin sizzled as it burned as the man pressed the cross that had hung around his neck against me.

"What are you!" bellowed the vampire, veins darkening underneath his eyes, fangs elongating from his canine.

It was only when he took a step back, taking with him his cross that my scream stopped, my body still twitching from all the pain.

"What. Are. You." Once again the man commanded my answer, pronouncing each word with pauses in between. Anger was written all over his face, jaw clenched, the muscle there twitching. Nostrils flaring— for the mystic scent of my blood and rage I wasn't sure. Pupils dilated and eyes narrowed.

Finding the energy to joke after a couple of coughs, I said, "I guess you'll have to know my secret now." I took a dramatic pause before continuing. "I'm allergic to christianity."

Yeah, I was not going to tell them anything.

"Demon?!"

My smart mouth earned me another round of the cross pressed against my skin. I had the kindling feeling that the cross was made 100% with iron, knowingly poisonous for fae folk like vervain for vampire.

My throat ached, I couldn't even keep my head upright anymore or eyes open. Time passed and the next time my eyelids opened, I was kept upright by my wrist, which were tied together and attached to the pipe on the ceiling.

"Meda! Meda! Andromeda, wake up."

"Stefan?" Groggily, voice rough from the previous– I didn't know how much time screaming— I became aware enough to recognize the vampire tied next to me. "Oh, kidnapped twins." I commented, snickering lightly before coughing and cursing at myself for laughing. It really hurt. The very nasty looking burn on my chest and arms sent pain radiating throughout my whole being.

"Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" I snarked back but it was only then that I noticed how weak Stefana actually looked. "Are you?"

"Do I look okay?" Keeping his tone lighter Stefan replied echoing my words.

"Well, he looks worse than us, I guess." I said looking at the man tied to the chair in front of us.

"Yeah." Said man chuckled slightly before wincing in pain. He had wooden staked stabbed in both his legs. "I'm Harper."

"Andromeda." I introduced myself, "You are one of them, right?" I could feel that he was a vampire, they always had a tang that followed them— like death. "What happened?"

"Miss. Pearl is not home," Harper began, "And the others didn't agree with her decision to live in peace. They want revenge."

"Oh." Good to know, I guess.

"Damon and Zyran will come for us. Don't worry." Stefan said, trying to console me.

"Not worried, just very tired." The burns from iron were not healing at all.

"Stay awake, Meda." The animal-blood drinking vampire whispered-yelled making my eyes snap open again.

"I'm awake, I'm awake." Blinking furiously I replied, "Caroline is going to kill me. I had to go with her to her father's boyfriend's daughter's birthday."

"I think that you have a good excuse for missing it."

"Yeah, and what am I going to say to her since she is not aware of the supernatural?" I asked, rolling my eyes as I took the time to have my pity party. "She is going to think that I bailed on her without an explanation."

Stefan sent me a gentle smile, "We will find something convincing to tell her once we are out of here."

"In how much time do you think they will come?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Soon." Replied Stefan, "I'm sure that they will–" The younger Salvatore was cut off when meow echoed around the cellar.

Soft thuds of paws against the concrete pavement were then heard before a black furred cat was seen. A cat with different colored eyes. One blue on the left and the right brown. Bastet.

"What in the actual fuck?" I mumbled as I locked eyes on my cat.

The feline elegantly walked forward until she was snuggling her small head against my leg.

"What is a cat doing here?" Stefan asked, confusion merring his face.

"Better question." I said, not daring to look away from the animal, "What is my cat doing here?"

"Searching for you." The reply from my answer came from the entrance of the cellar until a man emerged from the shadowed stairs.

It was a man, tall enough to reach 6 '5 in height. From the dress shirt he wore it was easy to see the defined muscles underneath, and from the rolled up sleeves, and the few unbuttoned buttons of his black shirt, tattoos of various kinds decorated his tan skin. Curly black hair like ink framed his perfect features— sharp cheekbones and jaw and a more prominent nose. And his eyes, a crystal blue one the left that resembled a glass marble and deep brown the color of dark chocolate on the right.

The same eyes that Bastet possessed.

The cat trotted back to the man. In an impressive leap she jumped on his shoulder the way she had done many times before with me.

The male smiled a crooked grin smirk at the feline leaving a few scratches behind her ear before brushing his finger on the cat tattoo on the inner part of his forearm. And in the span of a second, she was gone, reappearing in the tattoo and creating a double-headed cat tattoo.

"Who are you?" Stefan questioned trying to cover his every other emotion with just sternness.

The male didn't even answer his question. His shoes tapped on the floor as he stepped closer until he was standing just before me. His eyes, hypnotizing eyes that took my breath away, scanned every inch on my face, the only sign that he was feeling something more than amusement from the way his cocky smirk never left his lips, was the way his pupils were dilated or the slight twitch of his upper lip.

The Orion constellation.

His gaze moved to my chest, the burn there pulsing even more with pain at his stare, but he was quick to look away moving towards my arms before finding my left forearm. Five constellations were there, and one was his.

The double colored eyed male, brushed his fingers just there on his mark on my skin with a delicate movement. A soft gasp escaped my already parted lips as shivers of pleasure traveled down my spine to my soul. The small noise only increased the smirk playing on his lips.

I would have glared at the man's apparent cockyness if I hadn't been so tired and in pain. And so shocked by everything that was happening.

He was my mate.

"Hello, Princess." 

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˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!!

I'm screaming. OMG. I couldn't wait to write this tbh. I had this interaction in my mind for so loong, I swear.

I know this is a short chapter but I didn't want to add anything more because it wouldn't have had the same impact.

Who do you guys think it is?

Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Wednesday!

˚ · ° . 𝐔𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 . ° · ˚

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𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

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– 𝐋𝐨𝐥𝐚 ☾