#bondedlove

"In a world where love is legislated, fate binds tighter than freedom." Omegas are rare. They burn with heat, draw in Alphas, and bear children. But this isn’t a story of romance—it’s one of autonomy, survival, and the quiet war against systems built to control what they call “destiny.” Even when society grants rights, it doesn’t grant kindness. This is a world where your biology writes your future—and you fight to reclaim it.

    He heard the chime of his phone, and, yawning in his chair, he pulled it out of his pocket, flipping it open.  As always, he smiled slightly at the sound of the phone's micromechanics at work, and that smile only widened as he read the message.

    It took him a long moment to realize that the horrendous noise was coming from his phone.  He fumbled in his pocket for it, pulling it out, and when he got a good look at it, his eyes widened.    The beautiful micromechanics were acting haywire, cogs and gears spinning wildly, and the hands of the clock were spinning erratically, sometimes clockwise, sometimes counter clockwise.  He stared at this for a moment, before shaking his head and flipping it open.      As soon as the phone was flipped open, the sound stopped, and he saw the flashing indicator for one new voice mail.  He stared at it for a moment, before dialing his voice mail number and putting the phone to his ear.  He half expected nothing to happen, to hear nothing but dead air, but then he heard faint, hissing static, and finally the tone played, the cue for him to put in his voicemail pin.  He blinked, and pulled the phone from his ear, putting in the code before putting it back to his ear.    So far, so good.    ‘You have one new message. Message received [a burst of static].’  He waited patiently.  ’Playing message now.’    ”[A burst of static] Alucard. It [distorted, drowned in static] long [incoherent] you left [screeching static, a distorted sound like garbled crying] normal for you…” [A pause of a few beats.] “I don’t know [dead silence, like the call was dropped, then abruptly] finish up. [Garbled hiss] waiting for you. Don’t take forever [short, staccatto burst of static] I’ll be cross. [Hissing static, the next few words are perfectly clear] I love you, come back [A very long stretch of quiet static, then the last word is almost a whisper.] soon.”    The phone gave the tone for the message having ended, and Alucard closed his eyes briefly.  He hadn’t gotten all of her message, but he knew this… place… had let through what was important.  He pulled the phone from his ear with a quiet sigh, saved the voicemail, and hung up, then he immediately dialed his Master’s number.    Putting the phone to his ear, he expected it to ring endlessly, or give a busy signal, but instead, her voicemail immediately picked up.  He froze for an instant before speaking.  When he was done, he hung up, then closed the phone, looking at the gears and cogs and clock hands still spinning erratically.  He shook his head and pocketed the phone with an unhappy expression, before moving off down the street to be swallowed up by that dense, unnatural fog.

    His own message was short, but what she received was not.

For a second time tonight, she’s speechless. A small nod, her head bows to hide the tear sliding from her right eye. “I understand.”