Who Am I?

"Liam?" I ask, my voice a little shaky as I look at him.

"I asked you a question. Who the fuck are you?" He snapped back at me.

I'm not sure if I've ever seen him this angry. A shiver runs through me as I feel my legs shake. I haven't ever seen this: the fire and pure disgust in his eyes. I can feel the tears burning in my eyes.

"E-Elias." I barely get out.

My legs finally give in, and I fall to the ground, staring at the man before me. I still feel our bond, our connections. And yet it feels like I'm talking to a stranger.

Liam stands there, watching me. He's trying to hold back. I don't get it. What's going on?

"So." He snaps at me. "Why are you in my house?"

He starts looking around, the pasta smell distracting him. Even then, the confusion on his face keeps growing. Don't be angry. Please don't hate me.

I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry."

A deep sigh left his lips. "That's not what I asked."

"I'm sorry..." That is all I can say as the first tears roll down my cheeks.

"So how did you get in... and why are you making pasta in my kitchen?"

In between sniffles and ugly crying, I look up at him. Doesn't he remember? He was the one who gave me the key to this place. He told me it was special. I slowly reach for the bite mark on my neck. It's still there.

"You gave it to me?" I ask him, wondering what's happening.

"Gave you what?"

"The key," I say as I dig around, reaching for the key to show him.

Liam sighs once more and buries his head in his hands. "I never gave you a key. What are you? My stalker?"

I immediately stop searching and look at him. "Stalker?"

The tingling in my nose gets stronger, and the tears start coming out in full force.

I'm an idiot. So useless. Here I am on the floor, crying like a baby. I'm unsightly. But how did he forget? Is it all gone? Everything we did?

"Y-you... don't remember? Anything?" I barely make out between sobs.

"Anything? This is the first time I've seen you."

I shake my head violently and scramble to my feet. No. He's my alpha. He's my fate. We are bound together. The stronger my emotions become, the more unstable my pheromones are. I'm flooding the entire room within moments, and I can't help it.

"S-shit. You're an omega?" Liam says as he tries to move back, quickly having his back against the wall.

"Your omega!" I yell between tears as I place my hands on the wall beside his head.

Wasn't this called a Caledon? No nevermind. That is not the point. How could he do this to me?

"I'm not bonded to anyone," Liam says, fear and confusion in his eyes as he looks at me.

"Y-yes, we are..." I say, lowering my arms and leaning my head against his chest.

He stays silent. I can hear his heartbeat loudly ringing through my ears. His sweet scent of honey and ginger pierced my nostrils. How I missed this? Liam is alive. Here. Warm.

"I'm so glad... So... So glad." I mumbled as I held onto him, the tears coming out like a dam broke. "You're alive."

The redhead stayed still. I'm not sure if it's just him being in shock or the fact that I'm wiping my runny nose against his clean shirt. All that comes out are sobs and cries from my side.

Just stay with me. Like this. Forever.

"Alive?" He mutters.

All I do is smile when I finally look at him. I'm an absolute disaster. Puffy eyes, my long silver hair is stuck in a tangle of nods, and I must look insane.

"I love you," I tell him; I can't help it.

All I did was blink. That's all it took. One single breath. The batting of my eyelashes. And everything was different.

A strong metallic smell quickly replaced the honey and ginger. One still vividly in my mind. One scent I wanted to forget.

"Huh?"

I'm on my back on the kitchen floor. Liam is sprawled out on top of me with his total weight. And since he has more muscle than me, he is pretty heavy. It's taking a lot to breathe. To just be.

"Liam?"

I call his name but no response. Nothing. Not even a single sound. Liam is not moving or reacting.

I want to move. I want to look and shake him. Move! Do something! Yet my body is no longer responding. It's almost like I'm frozen from fear. But I need to move. What if something's wrong?

My breathing quickly escalates into full-blown hyperventilation. I can feel myself trembling. My mind is rushing. A nightmare. Just another nightmare.

It's just horror movies.

And yet the more time passes, the heavier he becomes. Unmoving.

Cold.

I'm pretty sure he's not breathing.

My entire body is sore. The pounding in my head is back in full force. It once again feels like a truck has hit me. I see several bruises when I lift my right hand and look at it. It's hard to bend my fingers, and the bruises are over the entire length of my arm, not just my hand.

What happened?

Who did this to us?

Why Liam?

Why?

After a solid minute, I finally gathered the strength to get him off me. And I finally noticed.

It's getting difficult to breathe. Smoke. Fire.

Everything is burning down.

The lifeless Liam is now next to me. His skin has turned blue, and his eyes are big. Fear. Anger. It's hard to tell. But dead. He was strangled to death. The marks on his neck are clear.

The fire starts roaring, though I could care less. He's dead. Again. In my nightmares and even here.

The tears won't even come out. All I do is stare. Hold his cold hand in mine. Wondering if I should just let the flames consume me. Take me and burn my body and soul.

Time to go to hell.

I shut my eyes and get ready. It's time. It'll only hurt for a bit. There's no way I could live without him.

Even if I wait, nothing happens for minutes. I just feel woozy, and it's getting harder to breathe. Steady. Count to ten. In and out.

"Are you okay, mister?"

The voice of a young girl pierces through my mind. And when I open my eyes, I see her before me.

I'm on the bench in a park. Crying. Sobbing like a child. But perfectly fine. Not a scratch.

As if nothing ever happened.

One more nightmare for the collection.