I wrote these 2 chaptures together but thought it would be best to separate them, as always I welcome reviews and hope you enjoy
Chapter 2
Gregory POV
I can't take being in those catacombs anymore. My family are driving me insane. We are vampires for dark stars sake, not cowards. Why should we always be hiding. Mortal should fear us. Father wants us to stay hidden, but I believe otherwise. Of course Mother trys to stop our arguments but it solves nothing. And my little brother is still as childish as always.
I sigh as I'm taking away from my thoughts and finally take in my surroundings. The sky holds no clouds, allowing the moon to shine bright. I fly closer to the forest and I sit on a tall branch. High enough so no one will spot me. I'm not stupid by trying to attract a Hunter's attention. I look to the sky once more and realise I only have a few hours left before sunrise, but I needed fresh air. It's funny, the undead needing fresh air. I am suddenly brought out my thoughts once again but not of my own doing. Blood. I Smell mortal blood. And a lot of it. I fly towards the scent, feeling my eyes darken and my instincts take hold. I finally stop at a lake and see something in the water. I begin to hiss as a warning when my eyes finally take in the figure.
A girl? She is... Beautiful. But she's a mortal. What is she doing is? Is she trying to take her own life? I should leave. But I can't, why? Why should I care about a mortal. They hunt us. But I can't leave. My undead heart aches, what is happening?
"Mother and father going to kill me...somehow" I whisper.
Suddenly I shoot down, just as she goes under. The water hits me but I feel no cold. I grab her wrists and her eyes open for a second. What mesmerizing eyes she has. I begin to pull her towards the surface when I see her last gasp of air leave her mouth. I must hurry. I pull her out of the water and fly towards the edge of the lake where i see someone's belongings on the ground. Are they her's? Her blood is still flowing from her wrist and I can't resist my instincts anymore. I bring her sliced wrist to my mouth, taking a deep breath of her blood and bite down. Blood feels my mouth and the taste is almost heavenly? If I could say it. I continue drinking when suddenly water shoots from her mouth and she gasps. Her eyes open just for a second but then she closes them once more. I released her from my grasp and fly back in shock.
What did I just do. I fly up and watch her from above. Her wet hair surrounds her head and it shines from the moonlight. She is very strange for a mortal, first her eyes and now her hair. Her clothes dripping wet but still filthy, I suspect from travelling. And her face, though its filled with pain, I can she she truly is beautiful. I can see a leathered jacket next to a satchel and so I wrap it around her. Why am I doing this? I'm so stupid. How can I do this. But for some reason I couldn't let her die. I must speak to mother about this but I should not let Anna know, she will fill her head with romance nothingness. I can feel water drip from my hair onto her and so I try and brush it away. My eyes trail down to her lips. And I almost fail for them. I can see her skin slowly turn shades lighter and her nails turn darker. What have I done. I cannot believe I just did that. Why would I risk everything for some mortal.
I look at the sky and I can see it is close to sunrise, how long was out here for? I cannot just leave her here. I quickly grab her satchel and slowly pick her up. I fly quickly hoping I can get home before the sun. The beams are quickly catching up on me though and I can feel the heated gaze slowly burn me. The pain me makes me fly quicker though. Panic fills my mind but quickly leaves as I see home. I manage to fly threw the doors and shut them just before the full gaze is upon me and I breathe out a sigh of relief. I slide down the wall, still holding this girl. Why did I risk death for her? I can now fully feel the burns on my back and I can feel my face darken once more and my eyes become bloodshot. I try to stand but find I can not and let out a painful cry. I've no choice now.
"Mother" I shout out, my broken voice echoed off the walls. I pray that she is still awake at this hour. I shout once more for her to come but I can feel my voice also give out. My eyes slowly shut as I do not have the strength to keep them open. Pain shoots threw my body and I can even smell the burnt flesh from my wounds. Suddenly I hear growing voices coming towards me. I hear a gasp and so i open my eyes to find my concerned mother face in front of mine, her hands slowly reaching towards my hair and I can feel her gentle fingers run the my locks. I look to her side and see my father's eyes filled with anger. "Please help" I croak out with my last bit of strength and then like this mortal girl I was holding, I succumbed to my injuries.
I'm sorry if Gregory does not sound like himself, it's hard writing how I think he would sound if this happened. Hope you enjoyed it though.