I made it back to the study, faintly keeping in mind that Yuuki was avoiding me. It didn't matter, I'd deal with her a little later. Luke sits in a corner staring out the windows, a frown etched into his face. He doesn't move to acknowledge my presence when I enter, so I take the liberty of going to see him instead.
"You look perplexed"
"That's a small word in comparison to how I feel about what you have divulged"
"Is it really such a nuisance to you?"
His head swivels to the side, to regard me thoroughly.
"Forgive me if I'm not enamored with what you've said, but have you taken into account the prospects of what this could mean for us?"
"There's nothing we can do about that"
There was no way.There just could be no way I was his mate.It's too ridiculous.It's a farce. Aiden's mind games.Just another one of his mind games.But then again there was no humor in his eyes.There is really never if any humor in his eyes. But....Why am I even trying to rationalize this?If I was his mate what was Belle?I couldn't, I couldn't betray my sister's memory like that.They were enagaged to be married. He claimed to have loved her. Hated my very presence because it reminded me of her. Blinded me, threatened to kill me and then suddenly I was his beloved? I would never betray my sister.Or Thomas for that matter. He was the only man I loved. Would ever love.My mind moves back to my sister like a scratched recorder.He....he was the one who murderer Belle, he killed her....why?I hurried across the staircase, with no real destination confused and forlorn and on edge. As I hurried down the steps, I remember missing one before my vision went blank.You're my mateI
I can’t.I can’t hurt him. The blade of the dagger sits against his chest but I can’t find the strength to embed it into his chest. I want to and God knows I’m trying but I just can’t. My hands won’t move further. I toss it away, screaming as I curl in on to myself questioning my sanity. Screaming for the life of me because I didn’t know what was real anymore. Aiden comes over to hold me and I let him, because what was the sense of fighting anymore? I can’t kill him and yet my heart feels as if it won’t ever heal. “What am I truly? Tell me.”“You’re one of us. Always have been.” He answers.Aiden picks me up effortlessly, placing me against the bed and I stare out into the abyss more or less still rooted into reality. It’s cold outside, the crispy wind billowing into the curtains that flap about endlessly without an anchor. My tears still fall, pouring like untamed waters that knew no ending and I shiver at the thought of never having a sane thought ever again.“Yuuki-”Aiden gra
Everything was obsidian black. The same it had been for as long as I could remember. There were no windows, no clocks, nothing that hinted at the time of day. Time had no portion here. It was just black and cold. Always cold. I couldn’t tell if I was fat or skinny. Not that your size mattered, when you couldn’t even make out the outline of yourself, or view the fingers you held up. But I did tell myself that I was beautiful, to put some ease to my mumbling mind. Why was I here, in this condemned place? I hadn’t a clue. I didn’t know if my parents were trying to get rid of me, hoping I’d just finally die at some point. I barely remember their faces anymore. There were no visitors. Nothing, well, except for the scurry of a rat every now and again. It didn’t have to be a rat. Could have been something much worse, but I was still alive, so I guess not. Today was quiet, I noticed. There were no receding footsteps of anyone to or fro from here. I pushed my weakened body against the freez
I woke up with my arms hurting like hell, while my head drummed, I attempted to get up, heaving my body, realizing I was unable to move. Then for the first time in hours, I felt unbearable pain. My screams and wails pierced the ash-covered devastation, as everything registered. I fought to sit up as every movement hurt like a bitch, in an attempt to get a better view of my injuries. I sobbed, unable to comfort myself, realizing the large debris had collapsed atop the bottom half of my body. I pushed, desperate to remove it, pain shooting at my back as I twisted forcing me to scream again. I couldn’t feel my feet, that wasn’t a good sign, it wasn’t any sign. Again, I pushed, and heaved, attempting to lift it, the pain becoming even more unbearable. But I needed to leave. Those people could come back to check for anything, and I didn’t want to be here if they did. Using the remainder of my strength, I pushed back grimacing at my pain, until thankfully it fell backward releasing me. I c
I twisted hearing a commotion in my sleep, constant footsteps and people shouting to each other. Sitting up my eyes darted around trying to understand what the haste was about, and why everyone was practically scrambling over each other to get to somewhere. People even jumping over me. Pushing up on one foot, I peek from my position behind one of the drums, only to gasp in horror at the men that were busy shoving at the abandoned belongings; while the others checked the fireplace. A hand slipped over my mouth out of nowhere pulling me down forcefully and I kicked at the drum unwilling to be captured. This would not be my day. Not after everything. “Quiet down, idiot!” Hissed Thomas. “It's just me. ” He covered us in some dark material, and we watched as one of the vitamin difficient men ambled over to where I’d previously created the racket, poking at everything. The men were dressed in the same black suit that the others at the estate had worn but they were just the meaner. The sa
There was always a reason why I avoided visitors and left Hayden to deal with everything. This was the reason. Having to deal with a bunch of power grabbing old men who were desperate to taste my blood and by extension rule our world. It was the burden and annoyance of being born a Pure blood, one of the very few including my brother who were still in existence. We were also the highest-ranking members of all the families comprising that sec. I had a headache walking through the bland corridors. In truth they weren’t bland. They were decorated with antiques that would catch my eyes in hopes I’d be in a good mood. That’s what made it bland. The fact that they tried and failed to brighten my mood.I should’ve really passed the invitation on to him, but knowing Hayden, he’d be too busy playing with his toys to stand as a proxy. And it was days like this that I needed him to not be distracted right now. The large door leading to the council room swung back heavily clanking against the wa
It was already three months since I survive the onslaught of the burning estate, but our living conditions had yet to improve. My wound had healed leaving a scar, there was nothing we could do about that having to attend to it ourselves and if I complained, it would just make it seem as if I was being ungrateful when I honestly wasn’t, but no one liked to see ugly scars on their person. Then again, I hadn’t a clue what I looked like for most of my life, it really shouldn’t matter. And I guess having an unsightly scar was better than losing a leg. My eyes darted again to the left as I stood guarding as the lookout. Thomas and the others were inside the building gathering what they could. These days we can get closer to where the monsters were, or bloodsuckers as Thomas called them. Security has been tight around these parts. Well over the last few weeks, they had increased almost tenfold. We had to move about five times. Most times, we didn’t even bother to leave hiding, but then Tho
Everywhere that was cold was dark and everywhere that was dark was cold.I went back to square one. Back to complete and utter darkness and despair. I had no family, no friend, I had no one. Time again abandoned me as I sat in the darkness, it was so dark I could hold it. Unlike my previous cell where I knew exactly where the door was, everything here felt the same. A never-ending box going in circles. I scolded my self from ever crying. I had to give up this childish behaviour at some point. I can’t cry for everything, especially when I feel helpless. I had to be strong, I had to find a way to get out of the hell hole. Every time I thought things would get better, fate kicked me in the ass and proved me wrong. Belle was my last chance; my only hope and she was dead now. Someone killed her and it wouldn’t be too much of a surprise if the asshole I’d seen earlier did it. He was the incarnation of evil. My cheeks still hurt from where he gripped me. I made no attempt to talk after fe
I can’t.I can’t hurt him. The blade of the dagger sits against his chest but I can’t find the strength to embed it into his chest. I want to and God knows I’m trying but I just can’t. My hands won’t move further. I toss it away, screaming as I curl in on to myself questioning my sanity. Screaming for the life of me because I didn’t know what was real anymore. Aiden comes over to hold me and I let him, because what was the sense of fighting anymore? I can’t kill him and yet my heart feels as if it won’t ever heal. “What am I truly? Tell me.”“You’re one of us. Always have been.” He answers.Aiden picks me up effortlessly, placing me against the bed and I stare out into the abyss more or less still rooted into reality. It’s cold outside, the crispy wind billowing into the curtains that flap about endlessly without an anchor. My tears still fall, pouring like untamed waters that knew no ending and I shiver at the thought of never having a sane thought ever again.“Yuuki-”Aiden gra
There was no way.There just could be no way I was his mate.It's too ridiculous.It's a farce. Aiden's mind games.Just another one of his mind games.But then again there was no humor in his eyes.There is really never if any humor in his eyes. But....Why am I even trying to rationalize this?If I was his mate what was Belle?I couldn't, I couldn't betray my sister's memory like that.They were enagaged to be married. He claimed to have loved her. Hated my very presence because it reminded me of her. Blinded me, threatened to kill me and then suddenly I was his beloved? I would never betray my sister.Or Thomas for that matter. He was the only man I loved. Would ever love.My mind moves back to my sister like a scratched recorder.He....he was the one who murderer Belle, he killed her....why?I hurried across the staircase, with no real destination confused and forlorn and on edge. As I hurried down the steps, I remember missing one before my vision went blank.You're my mateI
I made it back to the study, faintly keeping in mind that Yuuki was avoiding me. It didn't matter, I'd deal with her a little later. Luke sits in a corner staring out the windows, a frown etched into his face. He doesn't move to acknowledge my presence when I enter, so I take the liberty of going to see him instead."You look perplexed""That's a small word in comparison to how I feel about what you have divulged""Is it really such a nuisance to you?"His head swivels to the side, to regard me thoroughly."Forgive me if I'm not enamored with what you've said, but have you taken into account the prospects of what this could mean for us?""There's nothing we can do about that"
Victor ValkarieSilence lingered around the room trapped with no thought of escape, while yellow flames danced beneath the hearth. It had been such a long time since I've ever been in such high spirits. Too long. A smile sits on my lips as I watch the fire burn through a few other dozen logs.Fragile.Insignificant.Expendable.Everyone around me was just like those logs.Completely pliant.Micah had gone off on his own, unable to tolerat
I'm going to kill himI'm going to kill him if it's the last thing I do.That is my last thought running out of that room.My eyes caught Luke's heading out, discerning the genuine curiosity of seeing me without my prison. I was their captive, even though Aiden was turning into an enigma, I had to remind myself that.Had to remind me of who, no what they were.Vampires.Creatures without soul or feeling.My enemies.Belle's murdersThe reason why Thomas was dead.I kept running, reminding myself of all the reasons why this house wasn't safe. I made it back to my old room, pushing the door open, hearing the hushed voices of my old roommates."Have you seen Harry lately?""Yes and he's been acting bizarre ever since returning from Egypt ""Yeah, that's what I thought too. I mean it's not necessarily odd that Hayden has him busy, but he always manages to slick away somehow. Now he's such no where to be seen- at all"The door closed with a click and both girls turned to regard me."Victor
Yuuki huffed before moving towards the open door, her eyes still glaring daggers at me as she slid in and I followed suit shortly after. The car's interior was now saturated with the smell of her blood as we sped down the road and I could only imagine the immense amount of restraint Michael had to muster keeping himself in check.I faxed at the witnessing slightly perturbed by her stubbornness and downright stupidity that resulted in he current situation. Yuuki clutched her arm tightly, wincing slightly from pain and I of her inwardly. Why do I even bother?"I told you to stay put""And you didn't have to hurt those innocent children, so there" she retorted."Innocent? Did you not hear a word I said?"" They're children Aiden, they do what they are taught and see. You can't blame them for that""Would you had rather have me save them?""Preferably""Then what? And to what end? You're very naive you know that, Yuuki? You refuse to accept things you see before your very eyes. It doesn't
"What have you done with Belle? "The question falls from my mouth before I have the time to either censor or vet it. If Aiden is disturbed my by words, he doesn't show it or maybe I'm still too hyperaware of our proximity to notice.I swallow thickly, waiting breathless for his next move. My hand trembled ever so slightly against his chest, a reaction I'm sure he associated with weakness or fear. I do fear him, but right now not finding answers scared me more. My eyes move from his, back to the book at hand. Would it really tell me about myself and my family? Why everything is like this? How did Aiden even know what I was searching for? "Do you really want to know?" My eyes move back to Aiden hearing his question. "Yes"His brows raised in curiosity. "You might not like the answer" "I'm willing to take the risk" I answer adamantly. He should know by now I never give up on things this easily, or maybe he wouldn't since I've tended to avoid him at all costs.Aiden leans in a li
My gait is unsteady as I made my way across the hallway towards the door I know like the back of my hand. I'm not sure which is worst, the residual pain or blood loss, or maybe it's the fact that my skin still tingles from every touch of Aiden's hand. I'm on my own from here on out. There are many unanswered questions, so many mysteries that's locked away in this house and I've determined to unearth them all. I'll find out what happened to my sister and what's with Aiden's obsession with me.I hesitate, thinking of knocking but then twist the knob, pushing back the door. I remember in full detail what I've done and I don't blame them for not wanting me around anymore, but they are all I have. They're the only ones that will tell me what happened to Belle.Maria turns seeing me, an astonished look on her face, but she doesn't speak, doesn't move an inch from where she stands. Things have truly changed with us. No doubt Jane must have told her how I tried to harm her.I don't belong her
When I wake up again it's morning. It's bright and misty and slightly cold. My eyes move to the window where the vampire- Micah stood last night. How was it possible that I had family members still alive? How was he even related to me? How could I be a vampire? I shake my head at the thought. Nothing he said was true. All they did was play mind games. I've never drunk blood before, never felt the need to. I don't hear heart's beat, I can't move super fast either and definitely I shiver in the cold. I'm not a vampire and I don't have a family, not anymore.Throwing the covers back, I jump from the bed walking on the barren floor. This room was completely naked, as if forgotten by time-or Aiden. Whichever came first. Surely she's going to kill me for trashing my room, but I've never felt better. Tearing things apart made me feel so alive, the adrenaline of it all so exhilarating. Like the time I walked in the snow. My headached for awhile as it came back to memory. I wasn't myself then,