Chapter 4. More Trouble with Love.

The interesting thing about our group was that Victoria and I still pretended to be a couple around Laurent. We figured it was easier that way, and Victoria and I were more like brother and sister, still very close, but definitely not a couple.

Laurent became the head of our coven and planned where we were headed and all those details. Victoria, of course, was mad at first, but then she realized that Laurent knew much more about all of that than she did. We went even more north and traveled to Greenland to see what was over there. Don't be too excited, Iceland is much more interesting, and much greener, ironically.

But Greenland was habitable and there were people there who we feasted on. Unfortunately, we became too noticeable (as many people were disappearing) and we had to travel to Cape Horn in South America. Less people were there but still enough.

On our fourth day in Cape Horn, Victoria and I got into a devastating fight. She was angry at me for wandering around so much; she was afraid that I'd find my way into trouble and expose ourselves to the world.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Victoria screamed, "We don't know this place, we can't just frolic around like there's nothing to worry about!" She was fuming, and I just sat there and took it. "If you expose us, the Volturi will come and you will get your head ripped off!" She really stressed the word Volturi, so she could make an even bigger point to me, and that struck me like a dagger through the heart, if I still had a beating heart.

"Fine, Victoria, I don't need this childish shit. You want to bring up things and shove them in my face, like it doesn't matter anymore? Well it does." I was glaring down at her now, practically standing on her toes, and she was glaring right back at me. "I'm leaving. Don't wait up for me!"

"Oh, we are not going to be here when you get back, don't even imagine it!"

So I walked away, actually I ran, as fast as I could go. I made my way through the woods and across rivers and to possibly Northern Argentina by the time I stopped. I was going to go back, and they would be waiting for me, I knew they would, I just needed some time to cool off.

But I smelled something so mouthwatering, so savory, that I immediately turned in the direction it was coming from and sprinted off towards it. I was quite thirsty at that point in time, so I was very happy to find a man in front of me. The only thing was, he was already unconscious by the time I got there. I was about to pounce on him to get my fill of blood, but then I took a good look at his face. I never really do that with my prey, only to see the fear in their eyes, but this man I took a good look at, and I immediately fell in love. He had short black hair, with blood dripping down from his hairline, and a perfect, strong jaw. His eyebrows were symmetrical and he had full, rosy lips. I knew at that moment that I would not be able to drink his blood, but it was so nice smelling. I picked this newfound wonder up and slung him over my shoulder, and I ran all the way back to Victoria and Laurent.

They were there, of course, I knew they would be. Victoria looked up when she heard me and made an odd face. When she saw the man slung over my shoulder, her features became distorted with anger.

"What are you doing with that man?" She stood her distance so she would not be tempted by his blood.

"I, uh," I hadn't gotten that far with the planning, "I was bringing him back so we could all share him!" Pitiful excuse.

"Bull shi-it" She made shit two syllables, really stretching out the word. "You would have had his blood by now. You weren't planning on eating him," It wasn't a question, it was a statement. And I knew I couldn't respond, she knew my answer. Victoria looked deep into my eyes and sighed, something I did not expect her to do. "Okay, let's get this over with."

"What?" I was stunned, was she going to drink his blood, or actually do what I wanted and turn him into a vampire? "What are you planning?"

"Let's change him! God, sometimes I don't think you have a clue what you're doing." And Victoria grabbed the man off my back and leaned down to his neck. When she bit him, his eyes, his caramel brown eyes, popped open and he let out a horrible scream. Victoria struggled to walk away, as she clearly wanted to finish him off. I pulled her away and let him scream and scream, the pain quite apparent in those wonderful eyes.

"What the hell is all this?" Laurent walked into the clearing at that moment. "Why isn't he dead?"

Victoria and I glanced at each other, telling with the eyes for the other to explain to him.

"Well," Victoria started, "We feel like he has extreme potential and can be a great addition to our group." All the while, the beautiful man lay screaming in the unexplained torture.

"No," Laurent said. Plain and simple, no.

That's when Victoria exploded. "Damnit Laurent! You do not have control over us. We were here first, you joined our group, and you are not privileged with all decision making. If James and I want to do this, you are vetoed. No more discussion. Now, get away from me before I tear your fricking head off!" James, clearly dazed and confused with Victoria's sudden anger, just backed up a bit, but did not retort. Victoria turned her back on him and ignored him for the rest of the day. And the man continued to scream.