Chapter 7

My teeth ripped into the flesh, and i tore it off the bone, chewing the succulent soft skin.

Blood drained out, staining the ground. I gulped down the flesh, shuddering in the feeling that was overcoming me.

'So good,' I though as i ripped into Jasper's flesh. 'I want more.'

I started to tear and rip Jasper apart piece by piece, moaning into the flesh i was devouring off him. Blood caked my body.

I gripped Jasper rip bones, ripping his chest apart.

Jasper had cried out in pain before, but now he was choking on his own blood. His eyes were wide and they stared at me, horrified.

I relished in that look, breaking one of his bones off.

I started laughing insanely, starting low and then becoming louder and louder.

"Ha..haha....Ha.....HahahaHAHAHA!"

The laugh of a killer.

I awoke from my dream, gasping.

"No," I whisper. I can feel myself trembling. I curl up, shuddering violently, crying.

I felt my brother's hand caress my hair, comforting me.

"We're leaving," he informed me.

I would've replied with a 'good' but i was too shocked and scared.

I was a monster.

My fingers pressed down on the white keys of the piano, forming a dark melody. I had just gotten it back from the shop—Emmett and Jacob had accidently slammed into it during one of their sex sessions while we were at school.

Do to this, they had broken many keys, but luckily, nothing too serious.

I don't know why, but ever since i had gotten it back, my fingers have been ranging along the dark and mysterious tones.

Beautiful music, yes, but surprising all the same. I had never been one for dark and dreary, though it came along sometimes. My fingers usually drove to light and sincere—well, something close to that.

Maybe it was speaking of the hope that proclaimed the family. But now...ever since i had met Caleb Knight, i have been so confused and depressed.

Caleb was a definite mystery to me, and for some reason, i found myself frustrated and aggravated more then impressed by the way he could make me feel such.

I've always said that i despised my ability to read someone's mind due to the fact it gives me major headaches often, but now i realize that i depend on that ability to figure the world out.

People are merely books for me to read, and i could be said a 'professional' reader.

But this book i have in front of me is impossible to read; it's language is nothing i have ever read, and even the small bits i am able to pick up are tunnels and cris-cross roads.

Like a puzzle, one might say. I absolutely hate this puzzle, but i find myself addicted to it. My eyes search so hard, trying to figure it out. It seems impossible, but i refuse to give up.

My fingers on my left hand stroke to keys, before they form a low glissando. The noise rings in the air, and i close my eyes, straitening the my back which had happened to be hunched.

My fingers rolled to the high notes, playing softly, yet there was a mysterious vibe.

"Edward, can you come join me in my study and bring Jasper?," Carlisle's mind asked me, cutting through my thoughts.

I ignore him, though his thought is rightly placed behind a door that could be re-opened.

I finish the self-constructed piece, and then lean back.

There are times when a vampire would like to act human, even though there is no need to. I find myself tiredly sighing, letting out a breath of air.

I stand up, placing the fall over the keys.

"Jasper," I say softly, knowing he would hear me.

I wait for him to come down, and he's right beside me a millisecond later.

Luckily for Jasper, he had once again regained control over his emotion-springing, though there were some times when his firm hold slipped—usually around the brother of Caleb, Ace Knight.

Ace Knight was also a mystery to me, though i could still read his thoughts. But his thoughts confused me, and there were many times when he went offline on my radar.

Caleb to me was Ace with Jasper, for Jasper couldn't control Ace's emotions.

I suppose it was worse on Jasper.

"What is it?," Jasper asked.

"Carlisle," I reply.

"Did he say what he wants?," Jasper asked.

"Can you not contemplate?," I reply as i begin walking.

"True," Jasper agrees, striding behind me. "Did Emmett fix the wall?," Jasper asks.

"Of course, he owed me."

"He owes you much more," Jasper continued.

I snort. "I know."

I knock on Carlisle's door when i arrive, and he welcomes us entry.

We walked in, and Jasper closes the door behind us, even though it makes no difference to vampires.

Carlisle is over by the bookshelf, and his glasses are drawn over his eyes. Even though Carlisle has honey-gold eyes, i can perfectly imagine him with crystal blue eyes. Sometimes it can seem to be an illusion, and i forget that his eyes are honey-gold.

Carlisle is dressed in black dress pants and a grey vest. Carlisle is looking through his many bookshelves, and i could only wonder what he's searching for.

"Hello boys," he greets.

"Hello," we both reply.

Carlisle finally what he is searching for, and he pulls it out.

He begins to flip through the pages, and i search through his mind, wondering what he is thinking.

Surprisingly, Carlisle's thoughts are clouded, meaning he wants to keep me out.

This confuses me, and i look at him quizzically.

"Have either of you touched those brother's skin?," Carlisle asked, not looking up from his book.

What is he searching for?, i wonder.

"Yes," I say.

"It was boiling hot, yet ice cold at the same time," Jasper continues. "Very odd."

I nod in agreeance. "Jasper's right. When i touched Caleb, his hand felt hotter then a werewolves, yet colder then ours. I don't understand why, since people can't have blood temperatures."

"That's simply because their people, are not in the characteristics of what those brothers are."

I raise an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean? Everyone is a 'person'."

"Actually," Carlisle says, "A 'person' describes a human being. In that sense, we are not 'people', either."

"Is there a point to what your saying?," Jasper asks calmly, sending a wave of calmness through the room.

"Yes. Edward, did you notice the marks on Caleb?"

"On his ears? Yes, of course."

"And what were they?"

"Upside down stars...It mean Satan's rule. But why does that matter? They could simply be tattoo's and he could believe in the devil and not God."

"I agree with everything you say, Edward. Those are Tattoo's that can never be taken off no matter what, and those two are controlled by the Devil, meaning they don't believe in god."

"Wait," Jasper said, taking a step forward. "What do you mean 'those two are controlled by the devil'?"

"Just what i said," Carlisle says, and he finally stops flipping through the pages and skimming through them. He looks up at us with a serious expression that throws me off track.

"Just like you two said, they aren't human."

"Then what are they?," I ask. "I don't understand where your going at, Carlisle. So Caleb has upside down stars placed on his ears, what's the matter? It's not as if Ace does."

"He could be hiding it under his clothing," Jasper says, looking at me. "Or....his eyes. They could be on his eyes."

"What!," I exclaim. "You can't have tattoo's on your eyes!"

"Edward, think about it. Caleb is deaf, and the stars are planted on his ears. Ace is blind, so he must have the stars on his eyes."

"Their just stars!," I say angrily, trying to fight the calmness that is being forced onto me.

"Ed, we know their not human, but he we don't know what they are. Those stars have to mean something."

"Jazz," I say, giving up to the calmness. "Your thinking into this way to hard."

"And why aren't you, Edward"

I freeze at his words. He had caught me red handed.

Really, i was just being a hypocrite because even though my mouth was yakking off, my mind was excepting it all.

It made sense.

Finally, i turn to Carlisle, who is watching us patiently. "What are they?"

"Well," Carlisle says. "It's just a theory, but...I believe they are Shadows."

"Shadows?," Jasper asks, confusion radiating off him.

"The Devil's servants," Carlisle says.

We stare at him, shocked.

"Ah, they form contracts with the devils."

"Contracts?"

Carlisle shakes his head. "I don't know much. Everything is all myths. But it is probably a blood contract—after all, you are giving your soul to the devil for power and life."

"So," I says, "We're supposed to believe that Caleb and Ace sold their soul to the devil via contract, and now their 'shadows'. What do shadows do?"

"Kill people," Carlisle said. "Just, Kill people. Suck out their souls. Eat them alive...."

"Eat them alive?!," Jasper and I say at the same time.

"Oh yes, if what they say is true. Though they don't do this often—unless their very demonic or during a ceremony."

"But they don't suck blood, like vampires do," Jasper concluded.

"Well, i suppose they would, but they don't really have fangs."

"That's understandable...," I murmur.

"Moving on, Shadows have the ability to 'disappear' as some would like to say."

"Do they need a shadow to disappear?," I ask.

"Not that i know of."

"And the markings?," Jasper asked. "What's with the upside down stars?"

"Well," Carlisle continued, "The star is like a 'signature' to the contract. The person would have to give up something of theirs to become a shadow."

This is all making sense, my brain concludes. Everything he says seems to fit perfectly. I don't know why, but it actually...frightens... me, knowing this.

The room seemed to grow silent, and i didn't mind it.

There was one thing that was nagging my mind, and I'm sure it was the same for Jasper.

Those two brothers were very intent on us, and they ignored everyone else.

Finally, Jasper said, "Are they....stronger then us?"

It was the stupidest, yet most logical question someone could ask.

"....Much," Carlisle confirmed, making me shudder. "Shadows and the devil control all life. All they have to know is your 'true name' and then your at the mercy of them."

"True name?," Jasper asked, dumbfounded.

At that same moment, i had a reclination of the past.

.Reclination.

"What is your name?," Caleb suddenly asks.

"Edward," I reply quietly.

"No. Your real name. Tell me your real name."

"I don't understand."

"What an imbecile," Caleb says with a 'tch'. The he sighs."Whatever. I'll find out your real name."

.End If Reclination.

He's trying to kill us.

"Carlisle....," I murmur, officially mortified.

What is wrong with me? Why am i so scared?

"What is it, Edward? You look horrified,"Carlisle asks.

"He's....Their....trying to kill us..." Not even Jasper's waves of calmness can down my mortification.

"Excuse me?," Carlisle asks.

"Their trying to kill us," I reply. "Caleb and Ace Knight are tying to kill us."

"Are you serious?," Carlisle asks.

"Why would i joke about this?!," I yell, my temper chipping.

Jasper immediately rolls over vibes of calmness, but i can sense the sheer fear that is crossing his mind.

"You two must remember that this is all just a theory!," Carlisle exclaims. "Maybe everything is just a coincidence!"

But it's not a coincidence. I know it.

Those two are really trying to kill us.

Why?

"May i go?," I ask Carlisle.

"Of course," Carlisle replies. "But—"

I don't stay around to hear Carlisle's retraction.

I left to my room, and when i arrived, i slammed the door shut and grabbed my ipod, jamming the earphones into my ear. I set the volume very loud and closed my eyes, intent on listening to the music while i waited for school to start.

._.

I listened to Edward run upstairs and slam the door, until i turned back to Carlisle.

Their trying to kill us.

Somehow, i knew this was so. I always had then backhand feeling in my dead gut telling me that the two brothers were up to no good.

But somehow, i had become accustomed to the warm feeling that Ace caused me to have in my stomach.

Everything about Ace just made me feel this odd feeling in my stomach, and i had really liked this feeling.

But now there was a grip on my heart that i hadn't felt for such a long time. I felt betrayed, even though i always knew there was always something wrong.

I had been in idiot.

I've always been so curious of Ace—I still am. Even though i know what Carlisle said is most likely true, i feel like theirs still so much more to know.

Ever since i saw them in the forest—no, ever since i first saw him.

It was as if Ace was writing my own death, and i was following each line.

"Jasper," Carlisle says, "You are free to leave too."

"I have something to confess," I reply.

Carlisle raises a questioning eyebrow, and i take a stance that had been driven into my mind.

I place my clammy-feeling hands behind my back, clasping them together.

"During the Halloween party our school had held, me and Emmett had followed Ace and Caleb into the woods when they had suddenly left with a woman."

"Emmett has already—"

"I know more then Emmett," I reply, cutting him off.

"Okay then, go on."

Squeezing my hands to release the tenseness, i continue: "When i followed them, they were talking. She had touched Ace's face, and Ace had opened his eyes. I don't know if i was just being delusional, but i think i saw slanted lines in Ace's eyes. It could easily be just a misunderstanding of eye-sight. But then, the woman started talking, and Caleb was...was acting as though he could hear her. They kept speaking of something they called 'It' as though it was a person. I only picked up a few words, but taking it all into conclusion, the woman was warning them that they better come back or something bad would happen. I don't know, it could all just be a ruse."

Carlisle nodded understandingly.

It was quiet for a long while as he contemplated all the facts, and i stayed in that same position. I went over what had happened after the woman left, with Caleb and his spasm, but i didn't find it necessary to say

Finally, i said, "Do you really think your theory is true?"

"A theory is a theory, " Carlisle replied. But then, he nodded, looking serious and grave. "But yes, It would be surprising if i wasn't right."

"So their going to kill us?," I ask.

"They can only kill you when they figure out your true name."

"How will they do that?"

"I don't know, Jazz."

Knowing that was all Carlisle knew, i asked for leave, was granted, and then left to my room, wishing the day would move faster so i could get to school.

Their not here, I thought as i pulled into my parking space. Jasper seemed to notice the same thing, and he frowned.

We both got out of the car, wondering where the two mysterious brothers could have gone, but knowing deep in our lifeless hearts where.

If what Jasper saw is true, I thought, walking into class and setting my bag on the table. They left for home.

And even though i knew i was destined to death if Carlisle's theory was also true, i still felt this odd emptiness when Caleb didn't show up to class to sit beside me.

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