~Avery~I had been cooped up in my bedroom for the past two days, James came when it was time to sleep, and then he was gone in the morning. I was awake when he came, and I was awake when he left, I couldn't sleep nor think knowing there was a lethal distance growing between the two of us. He and I were supposed to be able to go through everything together, all ups and downs but I couldn't wish to have him near me right now. I hurt him, I hurt the man I live to love. I had almost hurt a lot of people over the last month and who was to say that I wouldn’t still?James tried talking to me but I didn't respond, he tried explaining why they did what they did, why he ordered everyone to ignore me, and why he and Natasha had concocted these plans behind my back. Natasha had tried speaking to me as well but they were both wasting their breaths, there was nothing I could respond with that would make either of us feel better about this situation.I stayed cooped up in here knowing that everyo
The rope was hanging still from the ceiling. My eyes were fixated on it, my hands clenched together and my jaw as tense as it had ever been. ’Make the rope move’ she said. I had been trying to do so for over an hour and the closest I got to making it move was when the door opened and a gust of wind blew in, making it dangle back and forth slightly. The annoyance was starting to get to me, to handle your magic was to simultaneously handle your emotions and your thoughts- which might've sounded easier than it was. I tried different techniques, I tried closing my eyes and envisioning it, I tried holding my hands out allowing the power to exude out through my fingertips. Neither had worked and so here we were, with the third and final try. James was standing behind me, chewing on cashews as I tried to focus. He had barged in after precisely one hour and as I assumed he would- he cemented himself to the spot and refused to leave. I groaned and turned around, locking my eyes with his as
~Avery~”It’s good to see you again-” He stopped mid-sentence and narrowed his eyes, a devilish smirk creeping up as he made a ’tsk’ sound with his tongue.”-Congratulations,” he said. I was left puzzled and once I had regained the ability to speak, I tilted my head to the side, crossed my arms over my chest, and looked him dead in the eye.”Congratulations on what?” I asked him.”Aha… I see. It isn't for me to tell although it explains a lot about your predicaments. Nevertheless, I don't have much time with you, so ask away.” Crow lowered his body, it looked like he was sitting down, and from nothing- a chair emerged on which he sat. How in the world did he do that?”Please, have a seat.” He said and gestured with his hand. I looked in front of him and saw how tiny bits of dust were gathering and forming a chair, centered in front of him. ”I-” I was speechless and lightheaded, perhaps sitting down wasn't a bad idea.I took a seat and swallowed the lump in my throat. All of this was
~Avery~I was sitting on the edge of my bed, my face buried in my hands. A soft knock sounded on the door but my mind and thoughts were elsewhere.After James had told me that I was pregnant my first reaction was to run. So I came up here and hid away from the people who had all cheered in glee and congratulated me. They all knew this major thing but didn't tell me. The thing, however, that bothered me most was that I didn't figure it out on my own. What does this say about my motherly instincts and how will I ever be able to raise a child?The bed sunk down beside me and a soft, lean hand came up to caress my head. ”How are you doing?” Amber asked softly as she stroked my hair in a soothing motion. ”I’m eighteen, Amber, how am I supposed to raise a child?” I lifted my head and looked at her through my sniffles.”You won't be alone, we will all be here. And you’re going to be an amazing mother,” ”How do you know?” ”Because you’ve done a hell of a good job looking after us since
~Amber~Raven's answer was echoing in my mind. There was no way for me to stop them, I hadn't expected there to not be a single way. I bit down and started composing different scenarios in my head of what might happen and how I could win but it didn't end well in any of them. ”They aren't just regular vampires, Amber, they’re royals. They've been around for a long time and learned to adjust to the things that can harm them. They're stronger, faster, and more dangerous than your regular vampire.””Sure, but there has to be some way to win over them, right? I mean, they can't be immortal,””They’re not,” ”So what can I do?””Nothing, Amber, there is nothing you can do. They have the upper hand in every way. If you want Malia back, you need a thoroughly thought-out plan. You can't just barge in their head first and believe that you'll get out alive just because you’re a strong werewolf, it’s not how it works. Your strength can be measured with other werewolves but not with another spec
~Amber~Back home it felt like everything had changed, the air was different, the walls didn't look the same and everything felt as though it was a dream. A nightmare from which I would wake up, see Malia's face next to me, hear Avery's laugh, and know that everything was okay with the people I loved. But it wasn't, it wasn't a dream, this was reality and this was the moment when nothing would be the same again.”Spill.” Alex demanded angrily as he slumped down on one of the recliners in the communal area. I walked over to the bar and took two bottles of whiskey, a few glasses, and walked over to where everyone was gathered. I placed the glasses and one of the bottles on the table. I snapped the head off of the other bottle and poured myself a big glass, chugging it all down in one go before pouring myself another one and sitting down on the couch.”He had a message.” I said and saw how everyone turned and faced me with the utmost focus.The words were forming on my tongue but I fe
~Avery~I was moving my lips, shaking my head but the words wouldn't form. I couldn't speak because I didn't know what to say. Even though I desperately wanted to say something, I couldn't, because the words I wanted to say wouldn't have been honest.”What is happening?” Amber's voice was shaky and quiet. She sounded scared.”I don’t know,” I said. It felt as though those were the only words able to leave my lips. ”Do you remember all the good times we had?” Amber asked me while eyeing me cautiously.”Honestly?” I asked and she nodded her head"Yes," She said and so I continued. ”No,” I whispered. ”I mean I remember the moments when everything was good, or at least not as messed up as they are now but I don't remember what it felt like, I don't remember the feeling of being happy.” I said and watched as Amber's head slowly bobbed up and down and she removed her eyes from me. ”Honesty’s a bitch,” she spat and stared at the wall. ”Yeah, but it’s a bitch that we’ve all been neglecti
~Avery~I was still in Amber's room, lying on her bed and staring pointlessly up at the ceiling. Amber had gone off to find Raven about some matter that she didn’t want to talk about. She said that she needed to do it alone and I was glad, I still didn’t feel like facing everyone. The second I left this room and someone saw me, I knew they’d want to talk and I wasn't ready for it. I had nothing to say to them yet but I hoped that I would one day. I just needed to find the words and figure out what I was feeling.My hands were laying on my bump, slowly caressing the surface. I dipped down into the mattress and felt it tightening around my body, I knew that getting up would be a mission.Slowly, my eyes began to drift and I felt my body relaxing. It was as though I had no control over it, I couldn’t stay awake, I couldn’t force my eyes open. So instead, I let my mind shut down and I drifted off into a deep sleep.The walls around me were a bright pearl-white color, and the floor and c