Wereball Serie - Along Came A Mate

As I was busy with checking the progress of one of the children, Teresa passed by.

“Terry!”

Strangely, her joyful eyes did not meet mine and remained fixed downwards, observing her hands while her delicate face was half covered by her long hair, now left loose.

“Do you want to come to my house for dinner today? Me and my roommates-” I stopped when I smelled stained blood.

Her blood.

Concern marred my face when I jumped up and walked over to her, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, it’s nothing Ivy.” Words that did not match that sad blue tone.

“The other night I fell down the stairs and since my hands were full-”

I gasped when I finally saw her eyes. “Those definitely don’t seem to come from a sudden fall!”

She opened her mouth to say something and then, when no sound came out of it, closed it again. After one more second, the human girl nodded with acceptance. Anger and indignation possessed my body.

How dare a sane person touch Teresa, the most innocent being there was out there?

Before I could investigate the matter further, a smell of cinnamon and apples hit my nostrils and soon afterwards Mrs Tina appeared with a bag loaded with sweets and delicacies.

“Hello my darlings! How are my favorite girls today?” She radiated the widest smile of all, almost blinding us.

Still worried, I watched as Teresa murmured a polite greeting and rushed off. Her hair covered her figure like a curtain, hiding the shame and sadness.

Mental Note: Send Lachlan to beat up whoever hurt her. With a sigh, I concentrated on Mrs. Tina and the fact that I had to visit a couple of children that needed my medical help more than Teresa.

“Mmmh, do I smell sweet and love?” I questioned, kissing the sneaky old lady on the cheek. “You do my dear.” She winked. “And this just so happens to be my nephew’s favorite cake! I’ve baked about a dozen since he’s coming to dinner tonight and I’ve made more for you and that dear boy Lachlan.” Fishing in the various bags she held, all colored and decorated with cats or dogs, she took out 3 containers, wrapped in aluminium foil.

“Oh you didn’t have to bother.” I had already licked my lips, in anticipation. My fangs wanted to sink into those sweet masses and pulverize them. Sugar is my favorite deadly addiction ... in my defence, I’m half human and, like all humans, I fell victim to destructive addictions chock-full of chemicals.

“Enjoy the night with your Logy,” I told her, helping with all the bags. She had baked many other cakes, probably for the kids and the nurses, although the lady gave me three full bags.

“I’d have more fun when you come to visit me! Who knows how much time I have left to live?” She exclaimed exaggeratedly making me roll my eyes. So dramatic.

“Mrs. Tina don’t say that, you’re still young and still running with your wolf so-”

“Shush you! I feel it in my bones.” The lady lifted her hands to the sky, adding more drama to the scene.

“I can visit you-” “Oh don’t be ridiculous, you’re too busy for an old broom like me”

Again, with that nickname “old broom”.

“I promise I’ll have dinner with you! I can come next week maybe on Wednesday” I proposed with a smile while heading for my next patient.

“But Logy can’t that day” she muttered under her breath but I heard her well thanks to my werewolf skills.

Ha ha!! Caught her!

I smirked a little.

“So, you don’t want to spend quality time with me after all.” I remained impassive looking at my nails.

“I want it. But I also want great-grandchildren!” She stamped her foot on the ground, looking frustrated before determination replaced her frown.

I chuckled while picking some tools and my bag. “Well, I’m not planning on having children any time soon, so I’m probably not right for your master plan. Maybe your grandson needs someone else-”

“Don’t be silly young woman!” She waved at me dismissively and began chatting with a nurse. Continuing chuckling, thinking how much she resembled my own grandmother, I started to prepare the catheter above a tiny arm, to inject it on even a tinier vein for the daily chemo infusion. The distraction from the sweet cinnamon-dusted encounter with Mrs Tina died when my eyes were lost in the innocent ones of the hairless child who, with empty and resigned gaze, watched the yellow chemo drug that kept her alive, entering her veins. Drug that avoided the evil illness invaded all of her, chasing her soul away from her own body.

I repeated the process with other five innocent souls who had not chosen to be born nor to be thrown into that sick life. At that moment I was in my robot-mode. That kept me alive. Sane. At the beginning of my career, it was hard not to give a little piece of heart away, to every little dying patient. But for my safety and to be able to continue helping, I had to become a piece of ice, a fossil without feelings. I had to do my job without getting involved. Robotics and frigid.

The health of my heart depended on that. Heart which I had securely locked away, in the secret recesses of the fortress inside my chest.

Intent on injecting the drug with mechanical movements and rigid posture, trying to keep my heart and my baggage of emotions locked up, I felt a vibration in my apron pocket. I ignored it and carried on with my duties.

When I finished my shift and left the building, forgetting about Teresa who seemed to have disappeared into thin air, I sat down on the ground, in a hidden corner. I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths, trying to regain my balance. The fight against cancer had been particularly tough that day but I had to get up and go to class. I owed it to all the sick, naively affected by demonic diseases that should never have existed in the first place.

With a painful sigh, I fished the phone out of my pockets, checking my messages and trying to distract myself.

There were a couple from my family group, thousands in my friends’ group and three from Tiziano.

My fingers moved to open the conversation with Tiziano. The first was a link to a website, while the second said something that made me laugh and scare at the same time.

“Ivy love, here you go. Tiziano’s magical brain has struck again 😉 Next time, the douche will think twice before hanging up on the Comet Alpha’s daughter and my best friend.”

As I clicked on the website, apprehension grew inside my belly and anticipation stabbed my heart as the site was loading slowly.

I gasped at what I saw and covered the phone to prevent other people, or worse, the children, from seeing the page I had opened on the phone.

′Are you looking to keeping your vagina healthy and happy? Or perhaps, are you looking for your true master to dominate you in every way? But what if you’re looking for no-strings-attached sex and aren’t sure where to start? Here we can help you! Click below to sign up!′

Below, among too many pornographic photos of people or body parts that I avoided at all costs to look at, there was a fake profile... The photo that Tiziano had chosen was a person seeing from behind, handcuffed and tied to a leg of a bed.

His announcement read the following:

‘Submissive and obedient boy seeks very dominant master’

I’m perfectly smooth & clean cut, available to do all of my master’s domestic chores, submitting to his discipline, domination, punishment, & command.

I’m a naturally submissive, bottom houseboy of legal age, skinny, very petite, with no HIV.

I intend to be trained and moulded to please my master in every way. I am looking to fully develop my submissive side.

So, if you truly want to develop a full relationship with a Submissive who will never want to be thrown away, if you are a Master who will be just as devoted to training and molding me, both mentally and sexually, then I am the Submissive you are looking for.

If you are not serious about wanting to own a True Submissive, then don’t waste your time or mine. Contact the following number if you are into this.′

And there was Rudolph’s real mobile number!

Part of my mind wondered how Tiziano knew all that information about the ruler and his ‘servant’ and how his level of revenge could go so far. Another part of me was wondering how popular those websites were and how people spent their time. It would be interesting to study their brain and see if there were any odd differences inside the brain of a person that wanted to be a slave to someone else and be dominated...

A third part of my conscious felt a grain of guilt... that was soon wiped away by a fourth part of me when I remembered how Rudolph had hung up on me for his booty calls... which shouldn’t have bothered me at all, but strangely it did. I told myself that I had to defend the honor of all women and that he deserved it all.

I decided to lock away the doubts about why I felt drawn to the personification of rudeness and why it bothered me that he hadn’t texted me anymore.

So, I replied to Tiziano’s message, giving the ok to the master evil plan.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, dear Rudolph.

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