Hey, so I lost the password to my old account so I just re-uploaded what I already wrote…plus I lost the password to the email it was connected to so I really couldn't get the password…so here it is again, re-uploaded, re-edited, and updated.
Everything was clear in that moment. Clearer than anything had been in a long time.
I backed up against the counter, knowing that if something didn't change soon I would be dead. And dead was…well…pretty sad for people who knew me. Plus, I really didn't want to die today. What would he think if I did die?
Then again, better me than him. I would die again and again for him. Wasn't there a song…? That's right, Grenade by Bruno Mars. Only, I knew that we would both go through pain for each other. And neither of us would leave each other willingly.
I told myself to snap out of it, now was not the time for thinking about random songs. I had to get out of here. Somehow.
"You don't realize do you?" he said, stalking forewords. "You don't realize that she was only a ploy? That there only ever has been only one girl for me?"
He bent down and pressed his icy lips against the spot where my collarbone was.
"You know that there only ever has been you?" he asked, his cold breath sending chills down my spine-and not the good kind.
"Get away from me," I want to sound strong-but it comes out weak and cracking. I feel his grin against my skin. He knows I'm afraid.
"Over my dead body," his black eyes seem to glow as his eyes meet mine. And a growl rips through the room. It should be scary-and it is a little-but I'm more relieved than anything.
"That can be arranged," the snarling voice says. And then he's gone from in front of me. And theres a wolf standing in my living room. And all hell breaks loose.
Frank
Though he didn't know it, this was the downfall for him. Little did he realize he was going to meet to same fate as his brother, for the same reason-for a mortal girl.
But not just any mortal girl-the sweetest smelling, most beautiful mortal girl. Her long dyed hair flowed halfway down her back-curls that weren't quite tight as unsprung coils-but not too loose either. Pale skin, flawless pale skin, that would make any other girl envy-with a few freckles across her cheeks and shoulders. Eyes that sparkled like stars, like a diamond in the sunlight, light and full of life. Lips, sweetly full, begging to be kissed. A body that made him crazy for her-not the thin stick that most teenage girls were, but full and curvy, no where overweight. Just perfect.
Halley, unlike her sister, short strait auburn hair, dull eyes, thin and sticklike, lips that were too pale-too thin, skin that never broke out-but it was never comparable to her sister's anyway. Her smell barely registered with him-once it might have, but not since he had meet her sister.
It had started out as a charade-something to make her jealous; and he was sure it had been working. Working too well for his taste. Halley had bought it-but her sister wasn't running into his arms begging him to chose her over Halley.
Halley was sitting across from him now, trying (in vain) to get closer to him. and he knew that he couldn't take it anymore. Halley had been such a key player-he was going to give her what she wanted. What he didn't want to relinquish. But this charade had been his mistake, he would have to pay the consequences.
And Halley would have no idea how much she would dislike what she was asking for-what they all had been asking for.
Immortality has a steep price.