Broken Promises
Chapter 6
Nine Months Later
Caspian paced back and forth as he waited for news. Julia’s cries filled the house freezing him in his tracks. Ruth, one of Julia’s younger sisters, stood at the door making sure he did not run in.
“She will be fine, Caspian,” Ruth stated. “Woman have been giving birth for years.”
He looked at her and he still could not believe that this woman was his mate’s sister. Her hair was straight and honey blonde that reached past her hips. Her rich brown eyes stared from porcelain white skin and she was at least an inch taller than himself.
“But what about us being different species?” he asked.
“There is always a risk of complication with the mixing of a species, but my sister is strong. She will not leave you,” Ruth said in a soothing voice.
Just as his heart began to calm his mate’s screams filled the air. The sound made him jump and take off towards the house, but before he made it through the front door he was snatched up by the nape of his neck.
He snapped and struck at the person holding him, but Ruth did not even notice it. She just held him in the air and carried him a safe distance from the house.
Then with no finesse at all she dropped him. His butt hit the ground with a thump as he stared up at the angel before him.
“I told you not to run in. Jade does not need any distractions,” Ruth stated before turning leaving him in the dirt.
Julia pushed again feeling her baby cresting. She cried out holding tighter to Margret’s hand. Her sister wiped her brow as Jade forced her legs wider.
“Sis, you have to push. I can’t help you until the baby’s head is out,” explained Jade.
Taking a deep breath she pushed again. Her body strained as it pushed the baby a little farther from her body.
“Got it!” cried Jade.
She screamed as Jade carefully began to pull the baby from her.
“Push, Julia,” cooed Margret. “It’s almost over.”
With her last bit of energy she pushed, she felt her baby burst from her body. Its cries filled the room. It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.
Tears ran down her face as she heard its little lungs wailing. Margret carefully pulled her farther up on the bed.
“It’s a boy,” said Jade. “A healthy baby boy.” .
She reached out her hands and Jade carefully placed the wiggling bundle of joy in her arms. His beautiful violet eyes stared up at her.
“Hi there,” she cooed.
Her boy just looked up at her his little heart beating like a marathon runner. He looked so much like his father it was scary, but she could see herself. His soul glowed from with in him as her’s did.
“His immortal,” Margret whispered.
She heard her sisters talking in hushed whispers around her, but she could not bring herself to look away from those big beautiful eyes.
“What should I call you?” she breathed.
Just then the bed room door eased open and Caspian barreled into the room. Ruth followed closely behind as if expecting Caspian to attack everyone that got in his way.
He slowed when he saw their son in her arms. The look of pure amazement almost brought her to tears. He walked towards them of slowly as if he was expecting them to disappear right in front of his eyes.
“Oh my God!” Caspian whispered when he finally made it over to them.
She smiled as he lightly touched their son’s head.
“He’s mine?” he asked.
He looked up at her when he asked. She could only smile and nodded her head.
“He’s perfect,” he whispered.
“Yes, he is,” she stated.
She leaned over and carefully kissed her baby’s head causing a little smile lift his tiny lips.
“What are you going to call him, Sister?” asked Ruth.
She looked up to see all three of her sisters watching them. Caspian had not seemed to hear Ruth, he just continued to stare at their boy.
“I believe we will call him Yan,” she told.
Caspian just nodded his head in agreement refusing to look away from Yan’s big violet eyes.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Her sisters nodded once before they disappeared into thin air. Only their scents told that they had once been standing in the room.
“Caspian?” she breathed.
His eyes jumped to her’s.
“Yes?” he asked.
“Would you like to hold your son?” she asked though she already knew the answer.
“Yes!” he breathed.
More careful than she had ever seen him, he took Yan from her arms. Bringing their boy close to his chest she saw a single tear fall down his cheek.
“Hi there,” Caspian whispered.
She smiled as she watched the two men in her life. They were her joy and she could not see her life without them. She wanted to wrap her arms around both of them and never let go.
“He looks like you,” she whispered.
Caspian could not believe his eyes. He had a son. A tiny helpless person that depended on him.
“Yan,” he whispered.
He looked over at the bed to see Julia fast asleep. The blood soaked sheets had been removed and his mate now rested on new ones.
“Isn’t your mommy beautiful?” he asked.
Yan only gurgled, but he took it as a yes.
“My son,” he sighed in amazement.
“I promise that I will do all in my power to protect you and your mother,” he swore.
Yan looked up at him, his eyes, the same color as Seth’s but without the evil behind them.
“Mother would have loved you,” he whispered.
Six Months Later
Julia laughed as she watched her two boys. Caspian was crawling after Yan across the front yard.
Yan was laughing and crawling as fast as his little legs could go, but he was no match for his daddy. Caspian scooped him up into his arms.
She watched as Caspian tossed Yan up into the air making him giggle. She clapped her hands and waved at her baby as he went up and down, up and down.
“Father you were right, but you must be used to that,” she thought.
“Live your life, my daughter,” God whispered. “Because you never know when everything will fall apart.”
“Live my life,” she whispered aloud.
“What?” asked Caspian.
He had stopped tossing Yan and was now carrying him to her.
“Nothing,” she stated.
Taking her giggling bundle away from Caspian she kissed Yan over and over on the forehead and cheeks. She was happy.
Seth looked down at the house of the angel witch and his son. He cursed himself for fleeing that day a year and three months ago.
Growling he looked at his son throwing his grandson into the air. The baby could not of been more than six months old. It would be the perfect bargaining chip if he could get his hands on him.
“Boss, why did we come back here?” asked one of his men. “Won’t that angel know we are here?”
“Calm yourselves,” he hissed. “The witch will not sense us as long as we are careful. And my son will not scent us if we stay down wind.”
He turned to see his son kissing the angel witch. He growled and dug his spurs deep into his mount. The catsumy cried out then turned galloping away from the house.
“Soon, I will get my revenge, my little witch. I promise to make you suffer as I have suffered,” he sneered to himself.
Caspian looked up at the sound of a catsumy’s cry.
“What’s wrong?” asked Julia.
He turned back to his mate and smiled. Yan, who had only moments before had been wide awake, was now fast asleep in his mother’s safe arms.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” he whispered.
Carefully, so not to wake him, he kissed his son’s forehead. Yan growled in his sleep before burrowing himself against Julia’s chest. His mate smiled and hugged their baby closer to her.
He gently stroked his thumb through Yan’s pure white hair. It was as soft as downy feathers just like Julia’s.
He looked up at his mate to see her smiling at him. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she watched him. They were filled with unconditional love that he would never deserve, but he took greedily. He wished that maybe one day he would be good enough for her love.
“I love you,” he whispered.
A weight that had been tied to his chest, one that he had not known he processed, lifted as those three words left his lips.
He wanted to laugh when he saw the pure shock that flashed over his mate’s face. He himself was a bit in shock by his words, but he truly meant them. He would never take them back, he did not believe in that.
He watched as tears ran down Julia’s cheeks. She just stared at him, neither of them saying a word until she placed her hand on his cheek.
He purred and rubbed against it, then looked back up at her.
“I love you too,” his mate hiccupped.
He had already known that she loved him, but hearing her say it caused his heart to skip a beat. This woman before him had given him every thing, but asked for nothing in return.
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
He wrapped his arms lightly around his mate and hugged her to him with Yan between their bodies. He could not believe that this was truly real.
Julia watched as Caspian dashed off into the night his striped tail twitching as he ran. He stopped and looked back at her once. A roar spilled from his tiger lips before he cantered into the forest.
The night air was cool against her skin as a gentle breeze brushed across her cheek.
Yan gurgled in his sleep as she rocked him back and forth on the porch. He was wrapped in so many blankets that all she could see was his beautiful little face.
A noise caught her attention. She looked up to see that a mod of darklings had already surrounded the house. They were acting as if she was going to be attacked.
The darklings hissed out into the darkness. Carefully she laid Yan into his cradle, which she had dragged out to the front porch a few hours before.
She then turned and tried to see what the darklings were so afraid of. As she scanned the forest she saw two glowing yellow eyes staring back at her. The beast snorted causing a cloud of steam to rise into the air.
Her heart jumped when it stepped forward. By the way the darklings were acting she was expecting a deadly darkling to step out of the shadows, but what she saw took her breath away.
Out of the darkness came a catsumy rarely seen. So rare that many immortals never have had the grace of laying their eyes on it.
Its ivory horn stood contrast to its ebony fur. A long midnight black mane blew in the light breeze as it continued to approach. Its huge lion-like body stalked towards her as its tail swayed back and forth as it walked.
With the head and neck of a unicorn and the body of am adult lion the catsumy stood at least eight feet at the tip of its horn.
“A Lampion,” she whispered.
The catsumy stopped mere inches from the mob of darklings. The Lampion snorted as it flicked its head at the darklings. When none of them move it reared striking at them with its claws.
That time a few of the darklings backed away from it, but most stood their ground. The darklings’ bodies shook with fear, but they did not abandon her.
She knew that the Lampion would kill the darklings to get to her, so she went to it. She quietly walked down the stairs, but stopped behind the wall of darklings.
The Lampion watched her approach calming with every step she made.
“Why have you come here?” she asked.
The Lampion regarded her for a moment.
“Your father has sent me to you,” he spoke.
“My Father?” she asked.
“Yes. He told me that you would soon need a catsumy at your side. I offered myself,” the Lampion huffed.
“Why?” she questioned.
The Lampion stared at her for a moment. His nostrils flared and his eyes seemed to glow brighter with each passing second.
“Because I knew, even before meeting you, that you would be my claimer,” he answered. “A catsumy can only have one claimer, one person to share their soul with and mine said to find you.”
She stared at him for a moment before walking through her darkling guards. They parted for her without as much as a nudge on her part, but they still had their eyes locked on the catsumy.
“What is your name?” she asked.
The Lampion looked at her for a while as if not sure how to answer her.
“What do people call you?” she rephrased.
“People call me, Midnight’s Death. I seem to scare them when I show myself,” he answered with a laugh.
“Well, my name is Julia and the baby I was holding is my son, Yan,” she said formally. “My mate is a tiger demon called Caspian. He’s out hunting right now.”
Midnight nodded then stepped towards her.
“I don’t know how to claim you,” she told.
She could feel a small blush form on her cheeks, but Midnight did not point it out.
“You claimed me when you accepted me,” Midnight explained. “Your soul opened to mine for a split second and a part of it jumped to me.”
“Well, that was easy,” she laughed.
“The problem is not that the process is difficult,” he continued. “It’s the risk that both claimer and the claimed must bare.”
“What risk?” she asked.
“If I die you will die as well and the same goes for me if you should parish. But if one of the two has a longer life span then the other, they will stay alive on the longest one.” he informed.
“So, now you won’t die,” she stated.
“Not unless someone kills me or you,” he corrected.
A small giggle slipped from her lips as she shook her head.
“Well I guess you’re part of the family now,” she said. “Come inside it’s starting to get a little nippy out here.”
Chapter 7 in next post.
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