Wake
Prologue
Ours
Even over the sea, Clove could smell the blood on her. When she breathed in, it filed her with a familiar hunger that haunted her dreams. Except now it disgusted her, leaving a horrible taste in her mouth, because she knew where it came from.
"Is it done?" She asked. She stood on the rocky shore, staring over the sea, her back to her sister.
"You know it is." Rue said. Although Rue was angry, her voice still kept it's seductive edge, that alluring texture she could never completely erase. "No thanks to you."
Clove glanced back over her shoulder at Rue. Even in the dull light of the moon, Rue's black hair glistened, and her tanned skin seemed to glow. Fresh from eating, she looked even more beautiful than she had a few hours before.
A few droplets of blood splattered Clove's clothes, but Rue had mostly been spared from it, except for her right hand. It was stained crimson up to her elbow.
Clove's stomach rolled with both hunger and disgust, and she turned around again.
"Clove." Rue sighed and walked over to her. "You know it had to be done."
Clove didn't say anything for a moment. She just listened to the way the ocean sang to her, the water song calling for her.
"I know," Clove said finally, hoping her words didn't betray her true feelings. "But the timing is awful. We should've waited."
"I couldn't wait anymore," Rue insisted, and Clove wasn't sure if that was true or not. But Rue had made a decision, and Rue always got what she wanted.
"We don't have much time." Clove said, gesturing to the moon, nearly full above them, then looked over to Rue.
"I know. But I already told you, I've had my eye on someone." Rue smiled widely at her, showing her razor-sharp teeth. "And it won't be long before she's ours."