"Are you really considering this Eric? She's my daughter, mine!" Mother's voice echoed from the other room, their tense conversation filling our ears from where we sat. The instructor pretended not to hear a word, but Belle exchanged worried glanced with me before returning to her reading. "Victoria calm down, I'm merely informing you of what might be, " Our father says calmly. He sighs heavily. "They haven't said anything to me about it. But we might as well be prepared. " "She's mine, " Mother repeats more adamantly. "I'm not giving them our daughter Eric! I don't care who they are or how powerful. They can't just take her! "Mother sobbs heavily and curious me abandons my studies, staring into the hall that leads from the door to the study which we now occupy. I've never heard mother raise her voice. She's always calm yet strict, sometimes I hide myself in the garden just to avoid her scolding. Belle gets away scotch free. These days however she barely casts me a second glance.
The morning sir flows through the windows in blankets but nothing seems to warm me. I remembered my dream of memories, I just can't understand why I'd forget everything. My mother made my father lock me away and he happily did. That's the reason why Belle's name was only in that book. He meant it when he said I didn't exist anymore. He wasn't my father. They disowned me. "I remember," I say to Thomas as he pulls his hand through the sleeve of his shirt. I catch his questioning look that asks what the hell I'm talking about. "I remember, why my father locked me away. "Thomas sighs loudly much to my annoyance running his hand through his hair. "I don't see why you're trying to get your memories back, Yuuki. You're cranky as it is already. I know who you are. " He says taking my face into his hands. What the hell does he even mean by that?! "But I don't!" I snap pulling from his grasp. "This is important. It is important to me to know who I am and why they did this. They were hid
The seat sunk lower as my body fell completely immersed in it's leather linen. My right leg bent at the knee, while the other rested atop, bouncing about. I had only just returned from taking a stroll in Belle's old room, finding it locked, yet bereaved of everything my brother ever gifted to her. Everything. The bed was bear, and so was the handcrafted bookshelf that he had gotten made. A waste of time and effort as far as I'm concerned. All, excepting for the white curtains that hung at the windows, the room was completely abandoned. All it needed to complete the ghostly appearance were a few cobbed web's and narly spiders. I was bored to the bone today, so much to visit a dead woman's home. But in honesty I was looking to find a few books of hers, she always read, and now that she's dead, what good would books be to her? Only, the shelf was bear but in my despair, fate gave me a glimpse of one lying atop her pillow. The three little pigs. "I'll huff and puff until I blow your hou
The cold and dark are synonymous, but so are lies and betrayal. Everything we once knew are being overturned and everything we didn't are coming to light. Nothing is really as it seems. The chaos forces everyone to question their genuinity. No one is safe from their previously decided choices. I'm not who I said I was, I became the thing I hated and now nothing makes sense. Have I been lying to myself my entire life? Now a war is coming, no it's just outside our door steps and I'm at the center of it all. But unlike before, dying isn't an option or a choice. It's not on the table. I have to do much more than just survive, I have to live. Too many people already gave up their lives for this!And I have no intention to give up without a fight.
I stalked closer into the large sitting room like a lion about to strangle prey. The man before me had within the last half hour hurled insults and cursed at my name. It was laughable. The things human did as a last resort, knowing even then it was futile. He would die, I will kill him and there was no escaping that fate. His security were all dead, littering the halls coming in, more splattered here and there ruining the beautiful decorum that once enhanced their home. However, in a matter of moments, this place would be reduced to rubble. Beauty would no longer matter, not the expensive vases or paintings, not the gold studded chair handles or the rubies that lined his finger. Nothing. All the carefully handled crafts made in vain and the gifts and tediously tended to gardens will return to ash. Belle was dead and I was seething with anger, and it won't quell until everything was reduced to nothingness. "You monster!" Eric Chancey roared pointing a short stubby finger at me. "
After taking my bath and returning to the serenity of the room all I can think about is Thomas, our kiss and what it meant. What it could mean. I know he said it was a mistake, but it didn't feel like it, or maybe I didn't want it to feel like it. Did I? I gripped my hair thinking about everything. Why was life and emotions so complicated? Why couldn't everything be simple black and white? What did I really want? Aiden comes to mind and I mentally scream at myself. Why am I thinking about him? We're so far apart yet he still has this hold on me. Aiden isn't safe, I remind myself. Thomas is. I've know him for almost a year now, he's given everything to get me safe and keep me away from my kidnappers. Yes that's what Aiden is, my kidnapper. I lay on my side forcing myself to think of Thomas before sighing. I screwed up, I'm so stupid! How could I ever tell him he never cared. I'm so stupid! I'm Blind too. How could I not have noticed anything about him? Was it because we always calle
"How old are you Aiden?" The bright light of the sun pours through the open glass windows as the wind bounces through the curtains. A tall figure stands at the edge of the bed, his shirt white and hangs over the edges of his dark pants. Aiden hair is long, the edges touching his shoulder at the back, but shorter at the front. "I don't think this is a game you want to play. " "Oh come on, how old could you possibly be? A few years older? That's not at all scary" the voice laughs and it seems somewhat familar, like mine. Aiden steps away from the edge of the bed making his way back to where she say pulling at the sleeves of his shirt. "Belle. " "I want to know, " she says moving across the bed to cup his face in her hands. Aiden's gaze remain docile for awhile before they shift and he swallows leaning into her hands. "You don't have to hide from me Aiden" she says again, her thumb rubbing across his cheek. "I'm not going to run and hide. I'll always be here. " "I'm over six
I hated that Victoria wasn't where I left her. That her room was empty. That the only thing behind was the subtle rose fragrance that always surround her, since the last few months. I wasn't even sure who to be angry at. Her for not heeding my order, or my stupid brother for not caring either way whether she was here or not. The door to her room slammed loudly as I walked out frustrated. Keeping her safe was much more difficult than I thought it would be. Growling I stalked down the stairs my hands gripping the railings a little too roughly, a section coming off in my hand before tossing it through the window. The bottom floor that was only seconds ago filled with vampires is now completely empty except for one person. Hayden. He gives me a pouting smile not knowing how much I really wanted to snap his neck at the moment. Instead my hands slip into my pockets as I made my way into my study. I needed a distraction. "Were you going through my books?" I asked looking around and finall
Every day is the same. Outside is covered in white, and a chilling wind tumbles through the window before storming into the room. It's daytime out apart from the blue skies, or what should have been blue skies that are hidden behind ashen clouds, there's nothing else that speaks to the day. The moment is wintry and foreboding, truly daunting to any type of fun you'd think of having. Then again, my type of fun is being resigned to a wall-by-wall cage. My life doesn't seem to get better than this. I'm always trapped, despite where ever I go. I know I'm not to think this way, I'm here because Thomas is attempting to keep me safe. But am I really? Once Aiden comes back and finds me gone, what then? He'll tear the world apart. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. I don't even know what my thoughts are anymore. One minute I'm sure that being away from him is the best thing, the next, I'm terrified of him never finding me. I should hate him. A murderer and monster. A cruel bastard tha
I'm silent, too repulsed to open my mouth as vomit lingers just outside my throat. I was not sure what to expect from this meeting, but I sure as well was not expecting the attendees to be drinking vampire blood. Especially not my father! What the hell was happening here? And why were they comrades with a damn vampire? The same creatures that we were already desperate to get away from! Was this some reverse psychology bullshit? How funding different were we from the bloodsuckers if we were drinking blood too? Another wave of repulsive hits as I realized something. There were no human donors around, but that didn't mean that they didn't have them locked away somewhere from prying eyes. My stomach churns once more just thinking of it. Was this really human blood? "It's quite refreshing, you know," The Vampire says breaking through my mind haze. "Just look around. Aren't they enjoying it?" I continue to stare. I might have looked apprehensive but I was scared and mortified as
"What! You're still here?" My father barked coming up the staircase. I haven't seen this man in a few days, but the rumors spreading among the auxiliary workers certainly weren't false. He's angry and miserable. His chaotic madness spreading like poisonous miasma. My father was scary when he wanted to be, or when the pressures of our Government got to levels he could no longer contain. But this, the monster of what he was, now standing before me was horrifyingly barbaric. I didn't recognize him at all. His eyes were red, blood vessels coursing thickly through his hands, while the vein at his neck throbbed dramatically. For a fraction of a second, I'm happy my mother and little brother were dead. They would be heart broken seeing him like this. My hands slide into my pockets effortlessly as I pause watching him. "Yes sadly, " I answer. "But see, since my visit had nothing to do with you I didn't think it mattered. I have a life too you know. "My father teeth clenches in annoyance
I spent the latter part of the morning, perusing the small diary I found encased in the Chaney family book.I've been doing my best to find out more about my mate. Anything that will connected the missing data to explain her existence- or lack of. The book contains an annoying vast majority of dates, questions and history alluding to what the owner has done and have been, but very little about Yuuki herself. It seemed geared towards aquainting the child with the previous owner than to state the relationship between them. Other than the first mention of Yuuki's name and her words alluding to be the mother, there were very other few instances, which were very far between of the child ever again. I couldn't compare the Chancey book with the diary either, having found it completely worthless to seek information there. Other than the lingering question of why both women birth dates were similar, there was nothing else to connect them. That is until the book fell from my hand momentarily o
Lady Amy meets me at the door, her eyes doing her usual stomach churning sweep of me, before licking her lips. Vampire or human, there were always girls that I knew for a fact I'd never be interested in. I just didn't know humans and vampires would ever be this close alike. "What do you want? I'm leaving like you asked. "She smiled running a finger against my jaw, my feet taking a step back from her reach. "Oh come on are we playing this right now?" She purrs and I roll my eyes. "I don't know when you'll be back......if you'll be back. " I stiffen immediately as her words sink in. Truth lining every fibre of it. But I had to come back, for Yuuki's sake. I had to keep her safe. "What the hell do you want?" I snap. "You're wasting my time. " "Fine, " Amy snorts, taking a step beside me, placing her palms on either side of my head. "What do you think you're doing?" I twist myself, attempting to get further away from her, my distrust of her intentions evident. Amy tosses me a
I held Yuuki in my hand, stroking her hair while she wrapped her hand around my neck. My cheeks hurt from all our laughing, thinking back on all our times we spent together. Next I indulged her curiosity about things her mind found awe of like contraceptives for instance. Her family robbed her, they robbed Yuuki of enjoying life, of feeding her curiosity that would have blossomed into something beautiful. They robbed her of who she would have been. My mind fluttered to her question, only days ago. Eric Chancey was a good friend of my father's, they were both servants of our government and he was a very influential man. His life was kept crisp and tight, no one knew what went on behind his gates. Belle was truly the only heir anyone knew to the now forgotten estate. She was forced into the social ranks like I was, only I escaped for school and because I didn't care about openly rebelling and not meeting my father's expectations. But she however, knew she had to play her role well. In
I hated that Victoria wasn't where I left her. That her room was empty. That the only thing behind was the subtle rose fragrance that always surround her, since the last few months. I wasn't even sure who to be angry at. Her for not heeding my order, or my stupid brother for not caring either way whether she was here or not. The door to her room slammed loudly as I walked out frustrated. Keeping her safe was much more difficult than I thought it would be. Growling I stalked down the stairs my hands gripping the railings a little too roughly, a section coming off in my hand before tossing it through the window. The bottom floor that was only seconds ago filled with vampires is now completely empty except for one person. Hayden. He gives me a pouting smile not knowing how much I really wanted to snap his neck at the moment. Instead my hands slip into my pockets as I made my way into my study. I needed a distraction. "Were you going through my books?" I asked looking around and finall
"How old are you Aiden?" The bright light of the sun pours through the open glass windows as the wind bounces through the curtains. A tall figure stands at the edge of the bed, his shirt white and hangs over the edges of his dark pants. Aiden hair is long, the edges touching his shoulder at the back, but shorter at the front. "I don't think this is a game you want to play. " "Oh come on, how old could you possibly be? A few years older? That's not at all scary" the voice laughs and it seems somewhat familar, like mine. Aiden steps away from the edge of the bed making his way back to where she say pulling at the sleeves of his shirt. "Belle. " "I want to know, " she says moving across the bed to cup his face in her hands. Aiden's gaze remain docile for awhile before they shift and he swallows leaning into her hands. "You don't have to hide from me Aiden" she says again, her thumb rubbing across his cheek. "I'm not going to run and hide. I'll always be here. " "I'm over six
After taking my bath and returning to the serenity of the room all I can think about is Thomas, our kiss and what it meant. What it could mean. I know he said it was a mistake, but it didn't feel like it, or maybe I didn't want it to feel like it. Did I? I gripped my hair thinking about everything. Why was life and emotions so complicated? Why couldn't everything be simple black and white? What did I really want? Aiden comes to mind and I mentally scream at myself. Why am I thinking about him? We're so far apart yet he still has this hold on me. Aiden isn't safe, I remind myself. Thomas is. I've know him for almost a year now, he's given everything to get me safe and keep me away from my kidnappers. Yes that's what Aiden is, my kidnapper. I lay on my side forcing myself to think of Thomas before sighing. I screwed up, I'm so stupid! How could I ever tell him he never cared. I'm so stupid! I'm Blind too. How could I not have noticed anything about him? Was it because we always calle