Heres chapter 2. Enjoy.
Now in the Take me
White flames of burning flags we
Found a world worth dying for, yeah
We've been battered so hard that we don't
Feel anymore
From this world
Save me
What if we
All die young?
So take me
From this world
Save me
What if we
All die young?
A small girl ran through a forest at an inhuman speed, and gaining more with every second. She was short, not even five foot, and her hair was cropped close to her face, but was spiky and flared in every direction. Her strange golden colored eyes were wild, and held the distinct feeling that she was hunting something.
Her brown blouse was ripped in several places, and her skirt, which was highly impractical for whatever it was that she was doing, barely reached her knees and was ripped on one side. Though she ran at a speed no human could ever acheive, and one that should have blurred her eyesight to almost nothing, she dodged trees and shrubs with no problem whatsoever.
After running for a few miles, she suddenly stopped, her face facing the sky and nose in the air. She seemed to sniff for a moment, before a wild look crossed her face, and her eyes seemed to go off in a frenzy. In a flash, she took off again, a couple miles away from whatever it had been that she was hunting.
Her feet pounded at the dirt, which was a contrast to her usually glide that had been going on just minutes before. It seemed like she had detected a new prey, an even better one than what she had just been tracking. Only one thought crossed her mind: Human...
She ran for miles and miles on end, not tiring down and not showing any signs of slowing down in the least. Her image was barely a white and brown blur that flew through the trees and almost impossible to see as she was caught up in her hunt. Her brown -almost black- hair, flew wildly behind her and her face contorted with thirst.
After a few more minutes, she came to the object of her hunt. He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen and had shaay, shoulder length black hair. His eyes, barely covered by his eyelids, were a dark, dark brown and seemed to contain the sadness of the world in them; pains that no one would ever understand, and loss that no one should experience. And yet, they still contained a spark of hope, of bravery, that still remained as he clung to life for his last few moments. His clothes were black, his jeans and his band t shirt along with his dark brown aviator's jacket. Around him pooled blood, and lots of it as it drained from deep, angry red gashes across his body. In his hand was clutched a dark, wicked sharp sword that seemed to feed off the darkness around it.
The girl flew up to the boy, and eyes wild with excitement, lowered her mouth to his neck. Her teeth barely grazed his skin before a loud voice resounded in her head. Alice, no! If you do this now, you'll destroy everything Carlisle has ever built in you! All the lessons he taught you! Are you willing to sacrifice human life just for self satisfaction?
Alice muttered in a voice that was drenched in shame, guilt, sadness, and hunger, yet still musical, "But he smells so good... To good to pass up! It's like the best smelling stuff in the world." But even as she spoke those words, she knew she couldn't bear to drain the rest of the life that this man had left in him. She jerked back away from him, trying to put some distance between her and the sweet smelling blood, but when she truly looked at him, the life that she was so tempted to end just moments before, she felt herself falling into his ruggedly handsome good looks and courage.
His eyelids fluttered open for a single moment. "Help," was all he managed to croak out before his eyelids drooped again and he fell back under. Alice stood there, letting his voice wash over her, enjoying the sound of it, but weliing up with sadness at the fact that he would die, just like countless others before him, and the countless others that would happen after.
Still, she couldn't help but wish that she could do something to help him. Wait, her mind said to her. You're a vampire! Duh! Just change him, or at least get him to Carlisle.
"No," she said in an even voice. "I couldn't do that to him, it would just hurt him more. And he probably wouldn't be too happy about being changed into one of us. Besides, I c-couldn't control myself... I would just kill him... and the house is too far away for Carlisle to change him... he would die before then..."
She let her sentence fade off and listened to the voice in her head as it told her that he should be saved, that he needed to be saved, and soon. "He doesn't have much time left... Change him while you can..." The voice was obviously right as she saw that he had vey, very little life in him, and could hear his heartbeat slowing to next to almost nothing.
With her mind already made up, she strode over to him and pulled his head into her lap. She lowered her pale lips to his arm, and bit down, crunching through flesh and tasting the blood flowing from his body. She felt her will crumble and could barely imagine giving up this delicious blood for any reason. But, considering the loss of life she might cause, she pulled back, and jumped away from him as a few drops of his blood lingered on her lips. Her tongue swirled around her lips, and she cleaned the small bit of blood off of them.
Looking at the person in front of her, she felt pity well up in her as his body started to convulse, reacting to the venom in his body. His whole body went slack before he tensed up and Alice picked him up and started carrying him bridal style back to the house.
"I'm so sorry," She whispered to him, unshead tears in her eyes, as they glided through the forest, and the man in her arms let out a broken, blood curdling scream of pure agony.
-Shadows and Bubbles-
Nico pov
I could do nothing as I felt the life draining from me. It hurt like hell, and I knew, without a doubt, that soon, I would be back in my father's realm, getting scolded for dying so quickly. His only son gone. He would be pissed!
I used almost all the strenght I had to push open my eyes, and was met with an unexpected sight. In front of me was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her skin was deathly pale, her eyes a molten golden color, and her hair black and short. She just crouched there, watching over me, and I couldn't help but think that she must be some sort of angel, because no one could contain this earthly beauty.
I thought about what to say momentarily as a flash of pain shot through me, and I managed to croak out one word. "Help."
With all my energy spent, and high doubts that the angel would help me, I let part of my self start slipping away. Still fighting though, I tried to stay alive, with almost no hope that I would.
After another minute I heard voices whispering and tried to concentrate but was unable. The voices stopped though, and for mere seconds, all I heard was the barely there, faint pounding of my heart. Another second passed, and-
What I felt then can only be described as pain beyond pain. It felt like my whole body was on fire. Every nerve was being split apart, and caught on fire. Flames... flames... flames... That's all I could think as it consumed me... Faces flashed in front of me... Percy... Annabeth... Thalia... Bianca... Grover... My mom... And lastly, Hades himself. My father.
All of it was so unexpected... I could barely contain a rational thought... Yet I thought it was weird that I hade to wish for death at this point to actuall acheive it...
And through it all, even as the fire continued and the faces faded... one face remained... the last face I had seen while I was alive... My angel.