Envisioned (The Elemental Prophecy) (11 page)

“Thanks for the help. How did you know I was here?” I asked.

“I came over to check on you since you disappeared last night. What's up with that?” he questioned.

“I met my twin flame last night at the club,” I answered.

Zane looked at me in disbelief, “You don't have to lie to me, Jace. We're boys.”

“I'm not lying. I came to get my stuff because I'm moving to Avalon so that we can be together. She's the One from the Prophecy, and on the island she's protected. We were attacked by the Three Stooges here last night, and then again on the way back to her house on her boat. She did some amazing shit last night to save us, and then she blacked out. I've never been more scared in my life, bro,” I told him.

“Wow, I can't believe it—Jace Vasquez, the eternal playboy, settling down,” he joked.

“I know, I know, I would have never pictured this in a million years. To make it more surreal, she's the girl from my nightmares,” I responded.

“That is some crazy shit, dude. So what's the bond like?” he asked.

“It's the most amazing feeling I've ever felt. I just want to be with her all the time and make her happy. Plus, I've never been more attracted to anyone in all my life—she causes a fire to burn inside me, and I want nothing more than to just make love to her. Actually make love to her, not hit it and quit it,” I confided. Suddenly, a streak of terror and pain overcomes me, and I know it's coming from Brielle. She must be feeling my injuries, which angers me because I never want her to be in pain, especially because of me. “Hey, will you take care of these guys—I need to get back to Brielle. I can already feel her pain from me being gone,” I asked.

“My pleasure,” he answered with a smirk. “Hey, call me later and let me know what's going on.”

“For sure, I want you to meet her. Also, if it's not too much to ask, will you help her with her Earth Element? Her dad has kept her in the dark about her powers, so she knows next to nothing on how to use them,” I informed him.

“Sure thing, man, just let me know when,” he replied.

“And I guess we need to cancel my upcoming fights until I figure everything out,” I said, disappointed. I loved fighting, but not as much as I loved Brielle. Wait…did that really just go through my mind? Did I love Brielle? She is my twin flame, but we just met. Everything I felt for her said yes, and there was no point denying the twin flame connection. You can't control what your heart and soul feels, and I wasn't planning to tempt Fate by questioning my connection with her. I was never going to take our bond for granted, that was for damn sure. I gathered my things from the bedroom, and met Zane out in the living room. He was surveying the damage, his green eyes roaming around the room.

“I'll get everything taken care of here. Get back to your flame,” Zane told me.

“Brielle's got a hot Water Elemental friend. Maybe I can hook you guys up,” I joked.

Zane chuckled, “Sounds good.”

I slapped him on the back, and headed out the door, glancing one last time at the mess that was now my condo. There were small fires on the couch, rug, and curtains, which Zane was putting out with my fire extinguisher. There were holes in my walls where I had been thrown into them, and a huge crack where I hit the bar. The three Elementals were still unconscious, and artwork, plants, and decorative items littered the floor. “Have fun,” I said sarcastically.

“Hey, thanks. You're the best friend ever,” he joked back as I walked out.

I made it back to the harbor without further confrontations. I did notice that Brielle had called and texted me several times during all the commotion:

4:25 PM Brielle: Are you ok?! I feel pain from you

4:32 PM Brielle: Jace, what's going on?! What's wrong? I can feel that something is wrong. Please talk to me baby

4:56 PM Me: I'm fine coming home now sorry for scaring you

4:57 PM Brielle: Please hurry
!

Once back at the Avalon harbor, I quickly ran back to Brielle's house, sore and aching from both my fight and my separation from her. I shoved open the door, dropped my suitcases on the floor, and went in search of Brielle. She practically ran into me as she rounded the corner, wrapping her arms around me and sobbing. “Where are you hurt? I can feel it,” she cried.

She pulled away, examining me from head to toe. I could feel that I had a few cuts on my head and arms, plus multiple bruises on my back. “Oh my God, Jace, you're bleeding! What the hell happened?!” she asked anxiously, pulling me to her again.

“Those three guys from last night came to my condo and we got into it,” I answered.

“Here, sit down and let me clean you up,” she instructed. I already felt ten times better just being back with her. She quickly came back, first aid kit in hand. She looked puzzled, saying, “Huh, the cuts on your head aren't bleeding anymore.” She gently pressed my forehead near one of the gashes, and relief swarmed the area where her fingers touched. Her eyes widened as she exclaimed, “Jace, the cuts are disappearing!”

“What?” I responded. I got up to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Sure enough, the three cuts on my forehead were almost completely disappeared. Brielle followed me into the bathroom, a perplexed expression on her face. “That's something new…touch my arm,” I instructed.

She did as I asked, and when she touched my arm, my wounds began to heal. That was something I never heard of happening between twin flames. I was certain it was because of Brielle's extraordinary powers. “You are amazing,” I said, cupping her cheeks and kissing her. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. You have no idea how much. When I felt your pain, I wanted to go find you so bad. Never leave me again,” she pleaded, nuzzling her head into my chest.

“I'm not planning on it. I'm sorry you had to feel my pain. I could feel your fear and concern, too. Thank you for caring, mi amante,” I said sincerely. I inhaled, smelling something delicious coming from the kitchen, “Something smells good—what are you making?”

“Stuffed chicken with a white wine cream sauce and risotto with asparagus,” she answered. “It's almost ready.”

“Well, it smells and sounds delicious. I can't wait to try it,” I told her. She led me to the kitchen, and I noticed she was wearing a cute pink apron with cupcakes all over it. “You look adorable, by the way.”

“Thank you. I can't believe I healed your injuries—that is definitely something that will come in handy. I wonder if I can do it to everyone,” she pondered aloud.

“We will have to test out that theory. I'm curious as to whether or not I can heal you; if it has something to do with our bond,” I contemplated.

“Have you heard of it before?”

“No, I was never told anything about being able to heal each other, but since you are the One, there are bound to be special traits unique to us,” I answered.

She resumed cooking, and the sight of her doing so made my heart warm. She glanced my way every few minutes or so, like she was afraid I would leave her again. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her while she was stirring something on the stove, and I gently kissed her neck. “Dinner's ready. Can you help me set the table, please?” she asked, leaning back into my chest and turning her head to look up at me.

“Of course. Anything for you, mi amante,” I replied. We set the table before all sitting down to eat together. We talked about the incident at my condo, and Brielle was so relieved that Zane showed up when he did. Her dad was less than thrilled that they were trying to find Brielle through me, as was I, but Brielle reminded us that she was safe on the island. I shared my plans to train Brielle, which her Dad was not very fond of, but I argued that she would be safer if she knew how to defend herself, which he reluctantly agreed with.

“I want to start on Monday, since we will be getting settled in to the beach house tomorrow. We need to pick up the keys in the morning,” I stated happily. I was ecstatic to have Brielle move in with me, especially if it meant we got some privacy.

“I'll call Kimber, and see when she can train me with,” Brielle said, clearing our dishes from the table. I stood up to take them from her, “Here, mi amante, let me take those for you. You've done enough with that wonderful meal. It was the most delicious thing I've ever eaten.”

“Stop it. You're just saying that to spare my feelings,” she replied.

“No, I'm not. I mean it,” I said, putting the dishes into the dishwasher.

“Really?” she asked.

“Really—it was the best meal I've ever had,” I answered, kissing her on the forehead.

“Thank you, that means a lot to me,” she said.

“No, thank you for that amazing meal,” I said genuinely, a smile across my face.

“Brielle, I think that Thursdays would be the best, if that works for Kimber,” her dad said from across the room. He came over to kiss her on the top of her head, “The food was delicious, as always, sweetie. I'll be in my office if you need me.”

“Okay, Daddy, love you,” Brielle told him. She turned to look at me, a shy smile spreading on her lips, “I rented some movies if you want to watch them before we go to bed.”

“That sounds good. I'll finish cleaning up in here, and you can put the first movie on,” I suggested.

“I'll help you. There are so many pots and utensils that I used to cook with, so it is definitely a two-person job,” she laughed. We cleaned the kitchen together, something that felt so natural. We snuggled up on the couch after we were done, and started watching one of the movies. Brielle's proximity to me sent my heart racing, and I wished we were in our house already. I just wanted to get this night over with since I was not looking forward to the withdrawal from our bond. Tomorrow could not come fast enough.

I fought to keep my eyes open halfway through the second movie, but I was exhausted. All of the events of the day, especially the separation from Jace, had taken its toll on me. The terror that engulfed me when I felt the pain he was in was something I never wanted to experience again. It was as if a part of me was dying when he was hurt, and I was helpless to stop it. I knew where he was, but Dad refused to let me go help him, saying I would never make it in time. I cried, from both Jace's pain and the discomfort from the separation, and nothing could soothe me. My dad tried rubbing my back in circles to calm me, which normally worked when I was upset, but there was no consoling me. He paced back and forth in my room, cursing the Gods for doing this to his daughter. I started to calm down once I could feel that he was returning to me. I still couldn't believe that our connection was so strong that it could make me feel like I was the one getting injured, like I was directly being hit. I was surprised that I wasn't bleeding and bruised myself because of how realistic it felt.

Sleep finally overcame me while I was cuddled up against Jace's side, his arm draped over me. I felt so peaceful with him, and I was thankful he was brought into my life. I felt him lift me up, cradling me in his arms as he carried me up the stairs to my bedroom. He set me down gently on my bed and covered me with my comforter. As he began to pull away, I reached out and grabbed his arm, drowsily saying, “No, please don't leave me. Stay.”

“I'll be right downstairs—this was your idea, remember?”

“Now I'm regretting even suggesting it, but you're right. I'll see you in the morning” I murmured, eyes still closed.

He sighed, “I think it will be sooner than that.” Then, he kissed me on the forehead as he whispered, “Goodnight, mi amante.”

“Goodnight,” I sleepily replied. I heard his footsteps retreating down the stairs before I fell back to sleep.