Not My Lover, But My Mate

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Victoria is bullied, insulted and she has been tortured her whole life just because of her looks, body and height.
When she finally changes her appearance, boys find her attractive know, and she finds out more about her life that she never knew of.
But when she finds out who her mate is will she reject him or will she accept him?


8. Chapter 8

Sorry for not updating for so long!!!! Been busy with school, and I hate school for that and its just so boring am I right?? well anyways know here is the next chapter of Not My Lover But Mate, this is going to get interesting right here in this story, so ill update next chapter as soon as possible....



Chapter 8


I see trees, and then more trees, and more, I figure out that im in the woods, instead of being peaceful and comfortable to me it feels like a death trap.

Something about this place is not right, that's what I can tell you, everything is cold, no birds chirp like always, no chipmunks trying to scare the living hell out of me, and no nothing.

All it feels is dead, only dead.

I feel something in me to run, to run and never come back to this place, but something stops me, I look down and see dead thorns wrapping around my legs, hugging them and making blood drip down to my feet and into the ground, I can feel pain, I open my mouth to scream from all the pain but no sound comes out.

The dead thorns start to come up more and start to wrap around my whole body, that's when I see something.

Something that is forbidden in our kingdom.

A vampire.

I couldn't actually see his face that much, it seemed like it was blocked by those pixel things that they use in television to cover up their faces and stuff, that's how his face looked like all blurry, but his body was not blurry, he was pale, really really pale, he had a a leather jacket over muscle shirt where you can see has abs and muscles, some regular black jeans, and leather boots.

I must say for a vampire he looked fine, he didn't look nothing like my mother described me, she always told me stories about them when I was little when I couldn't sleep, those stories scared me but at the same time I loved them.

He came closer and closer, he was a few feet away from me, there was something about him that made me want to run and run until he cant find me anymore, until he was out of site.

"I finally found you," he said, his voice made me melt, he had a husky voice, yeah he was a vampire but I have crushes to you know.

"You will finally be mine and we will rule over everyone," he says with a serious tone, I look at him directly at him, what did he mean rule over everyone?

"Soon," was the only word he said before he left, something about him screamed 'bad' to me.

A little while he left I felt pain, much more pain, pain that I feel all over my body, I look down to see the thorns tighten and tighten around me, blood gushed faster and faster non-stop, that's when I scream but no sound comes out of me....


I scream at the top of my lungs, I feel beads of sweat coming down my forehead, I hear the door opening and see my mother come in in a hurry.

"Sweetheart are you okay," she exclaims worried, I just nod while she touches my forehead.

"No you are not okay, you have a fever," she said while hurriedly tucking me in under the covers.

"M-mom I-im fi-ine," I said, know that i think of it im not okay, i feel so cold not even the blankets that my mom is piling over me is not working either.

"Im going to go get you a tea and some medicine to cool down your fever," she said while putting the last blanket over me.

The only thing i can think of is, why am i sick, and what was that dream about, why would a vampire rule with a werewolf?

So much mysteries and stress is going on in my life and i don't like it at all, i put my mom into to much stress, she works so hard around the house and takes care of me, im worried that my dad and mom wont be there with me if i give them more trouble and stress then they are used to.

What is happening to me God, yeah yeah, i know people usually pray to the goddess of the moon, but that is silly its just a side affect about the moon turning you into a wolf for the night, all the wolfs are dumb there days, i prefer God than any goddess or god, and i don't care if they punished me, haven't they punished me enough yet?

My mom comes in way to fast with a light blue mug and a bottle of medicine.

She places the tea down in my night stand and she quickly opens the medicine, she starts to pour the medicine into that little cup and gives it to me, practically shoving into my face to drink.

When it comes to me being sick my mom goes way over board, and that's what worries me she worries to much about me, she stresses about me to much and i trouble her a lot.

I quickly drink the medicine because let me tell you the grape flavor medicine taste awful!

I get the mug where the tea is placed and drink it, the tea starts to burn my tongue, and taste buds but i don't care as long as it takes the horrible taste of medicine.

I finally set down the mug and i start to pant, it took the air out of me when i was drinking the whole tea. I look at the alarm clock that is sitting next to my nightstand, it really isn't an alarm clock, the alarm clock broke ages ago but it still works, i see the numbers 3:40 flashing red in the clock.

I gasp," Oh my gosh mom i woke you up that early, mom you should get some rest, you know i can take care of myself, im almost 18 mom and i don't want you to worry about me because of just of a small cold," i say while coughing and horrible cough that makes my throat go more numb than it is already.

"Sweetheart, i have always worried about you even when you were little, there was-" she said but stopped like she didn't want to tell me the rest.

"Fine ill rest but if you need to holler," she says worried, she gives me a small hug and a kiss in the forehead.

There was something else that mom wasn't going to tell me, of course

My life is just a big mystery, God help me.



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