Here is chapter 7!! I'm so attached to this story, even though I think it could be better! but im going to try my hardest!! The chapters are going to be a little faster now because, well The first 6 chapters were really explaining her life as a human, so now it's going to go really fast. Like the next chapter might be a hundred years later, you never know!

uuuhghghgh, the letter "r" on my keyboard doesn't want to cooperate, it's annoying ! lol

Please enjoy, madamoiselle (think i spelled that wong lol) or monsiuer (think thats wrong too) whatever you are lol


I miss Thaddaios. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't think of him and his goofy smile. He had to be twenty one and a strong soldier, I was sure of it.

It's been ten years since I feasted on my first human. I can't say I enjoy the feeling I get from killing them, but I have learned to accept the fact there is no other way to live. It's either them or me. I chose me, obviously.

I often find myself wondering what Mother is doing. Perhaps she goes to the square to have lunch with the othe married women. The other widowed women. Or maybe she flits around the house, aimlessly doing chores to get her mind off the fact that her only daughter has been "missing" for ten years. Or her husbad, dead.

What am I thinking? How impecably selfish of me! Of course she doesn't distract herself away from thoughts of her long lost daughter. It's been ten years, for Zeus' sake! She must have assumed I was dead and surely have forgotten me by now.

Even so, in the back of my mind, I knew that wasn't the case.

Oh, how I wish I could pinch myself and wake up from this nightmare! It's not that I don't like living with Camelia, Esphialtes, and Sapphira, it's just I miss home. I wish I could wake up in my home back in Sparta, walk to the pastas and find my mother and father sitting there with their new little Spartan all wrapped up in animal skins. How I wish things were as simple as that.

But things aren't that simple. My family and I, as we had started to call eachother, now lived in Giza. In Egypt!

You see, we have to matriculate every few years so people wouldn't notice that we're not aging.

"Athanasia Andronika!" I heard Sapphira scream in outrage.

"What have I done now, your royal pissy-ness?" I asked, jokingly.

"What did you do with the belt to my toga?" She asked as she came around the corner, the side of her toga flapping open. It reminded me of the times my mother would bustle around the house when she was pregnant, waiting for me to tie her belt for her since she couldn't reach around her massive belly. I giggled at the memory.

"What are you laughing at? This is no time fo laughing! The festival starts in a few minutes and we're not even dressed!" Aaah, Sapphira, always wanting to look her best.

"Here." I said, handing over her leather bealt.

"Oh! Thank you!" She exclaimed happily, a bright and beautiful smile on her face.

"Come one, Sapphira, hurry!" I said, suddenly excited about the festival. We didn't go for the giant feast they had at the end, as we do not eat human food. We do enjoy watching the entertainment, though. Mostly, we went to be around the humans to make us feel...well, human. It made us feel like we were normal, that we weren't monsters. For a few hours at least.

It never occured to me before, but I wondered if the other humans ever got frightened by our bight red eyes. Just a thought.

I grabbed her hand and we ran, at a human pace, to the center of the city where the festival is being held.

"I hate running so slow." I heard Sapphira gumble under breath.

"Well it's either that, or expose us. I don't think Camelia or Esphialtes would be very happy with that." I said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh, hush. Don't you think I aleady know that?" She said, exasperated.

We might of been the best of friends, but we agrued almost daily. We were always getting on eachothers last nerves.

We ran, at a human pace, in companionable silence until we got to the festival smack dab in the middle of Giza. (Ponounced: Gee-zah)

"Sapphira! Athanasia! I was wondering if you two were going to show up at all!" Camelia shouted as we walked towards her. It looked like she was watching a man juggling some object that had been set to fire.

For the past ten years, Camelia and Esphialtes had been parental figures towards us. They were always there for us if we got too out of control with our thirst. They treated us as if we were their own. The loved us and we loved them, even though they could neve truly take the place of our real mothers and fathers.

We learned to deal with eachother. They learned to deal with my short patience and temper and Sapphira's insane amount of cursiosity. Just the same, we learned to deal with Camelia's mood swings and Esphialtes' seiousness, not to mention their undying love for one another which got a bit distubing if you ask me.

We also learned how to tolerate eachothers gifts. They learned how to deal with the random explosions of fire my mind made. I also learned to deal with the fact that you can never hide from Esphialtes, he is able to track down any human, vampire, anything! All he needed was a scent. We all had to deal with the fact, that in our household, there was absolutely no suprises! Sapphira was able to see into the future. As for Camelia, we never really experienced he gift, butf rom what he and Esphialtes tell us, she is able to sense any danger that is near to her.

"Yes, well Sapphira couldn't find her belt and apparently her hair wasn't done right, either." I said, smirking. I knew this would set Sapphira off. She, just like me, also had a short temper.

"Maybe I would have been ready sooner had you not been hiding my belt!" She said, her anger slowly rising.

"Hiding it!? You told me to hold it for you while you fixed every strand of hair on your head!" I said, my anger rising as well. We fought like this all the time but we couldn't love eachother more.

Her head suddenly whipped around to the right, where a breeze had just come from. I automatically new the smell.

It was other Immortals, four if I'm correct. They were standing in a little huddle, talking so quietly, only a vampire could here.

"They're here!" One whispered excitedly.

"Yes, yes. God-King Xerxes will be so pleased!" Another whispered back. Xerxes?

"Wait, there are two others with them! And they're women!" One hissed angrily.

Were they talking about us? They must be, for we're the only Immortals that live in Giza.

Suddenly Camelia growled.

"What are they doing here?" She asked in outrage. Yes, I thought, they must know eachother.

"Camelia, what is it, my love?" Esphialtes said softly. I almost gagged.

"Our God-King seems to have sent us a little suprise." She hissed. I knew they were Persian, but I still couldn't accept the fact that those two believed Xerxes was a God-King of all things!

Esphialtes looked over to where Camelia was glaring, he started to glare himself.

"I'll be back." He said quickly as he walked swiftly over to the group. I looked at Sapphira and she shurgged at my silent question. Apparently I wasn't the only one who didn't know what the Hades was going on.

I was listening to the conversation, but my head was turned the other way, trying to seem obvlivious as to what as happening a few meters away.

"What are you doing here?" Esphialtes asked, outraged.

"God-King Xerxes sent us to search for you, as he sent you with a mission nearly ten years ago." One sneered at him, clearly not happy with his tone.

"Yes, and we told him that we would return when we got what we left for." Esphialtes said, his tone dripping with desperation. But for what, I wasn't sure.

"Xerxes ordered for every Spartan soldier to be put into his hands as Immortal warriors. You have to new females with you, James. Why?" One said with sever athority, apparently the leader of the small group.

"We got...distracted." Esphialtes sneered, he looked back at us and as he looked away from the men I could see the pain in his eyes.

I was appalled, and I'm sure my face showed it. And Why did this Immortal call him James?

I remember when I first woke up, Camelia had called him James as well. Was that his real name? No, it couldn't be. Esphialtes was my father for all intents and purposes, and so was Camelia. I can't believe that they would ever lie to me.

On another note, this Immortal had also said that their God-King Xerxes had sent them here. And To transform the entire Spartan army into Immortals, of all things!

I looked at Camelia, wanting to ask if this was true, but from the look on her face I knew it wasn't good. From the guilt that I saw upon her face, I knew in the back of my mind that what these new Immortals were saying was undeniably true.

"Camelia?" I asked.

"Is it true?" Sapphira finished for me.

"Yes." She said quietly, looking down and away from us. The guilt radiating off of her in waves, I could feel it.

"What? You came to destroy Sparta?" I said, outraged, at the same time Sapphira said:

"How could you? You never bothered telling us?" She said this as equally outraged as I felt.

They were our parents in so many ways! They took us in their unwanted care while knowing full well that they would have to destroy our one true home. They knew how much Sparta meant to us, why would they keep this from us? Why would they still go though with the plan?

There were so many questions, I felt as if I wanted to cry, but I knew the tears would never spill over.

"Please. Please! You have to understand, we have no other choice!" Camelia tried to pleade with us.

"Have no other choice? What do you mean have? You're still going to destroy our home!?" Sapphira yelled in outrage as I just looked at them with pain and regret in my eyes. Regret for ever trusting my murderers, and pain for losing my parents.

Esphialtes-- I mean James came over at this time, now the pain on his face was as evident as ever. He put a comforting hand on Camelia's shoulder.

"Please, Victoria, they will never believe us." The man I once knew as my father figure said with a now strong English accent. Victoria!? I knew it! I knew Victoria was her name when I woke up but I decided to act like I had imagined it all. And now! What was this with this James' character English accent!? Had they lied to us all along!? Was loving us part of it!?

I looked at Sapphira, she had tears in he eyes as well.

"I'm sorry, my loves." Victoria said, he new English accent drenched with despair. My rage decided to overflow then.

"Do not call us that!!" I hissed at my once mother. She no longer held that loving aura, not it was replaced with lying and hate.

She clutched onto James' tunic and heaved dry sobs. I didn't even feel guilty. We were nothing but perhaps a tool to get them what they want. Well, it was defiantely not going to happen.

"Do not expect to see us again. You have lost our tust, therefore you will lose us." Sapphira said, remorse laced her tone. She quickly grabbed my hand, about to turn around and run, but I stopped her.

"We tusted you. You were our parents. We loved you, and you lied to us. Goodbye." I said, the pain in my voice very evident. Before I turned around I lit the grounds where they stood on fire, but that didn't stop them from trying to pleade with us to stay. We didn't listen, we simply kept walking away at a slow, human pace, to depressed to go much faster.

Before we left the gates of Giza, I prayed to Hephaestus.

Please Hephaestus, God of Fire and Forge, make the fire cease upon these two untrusting souls.

Almost immediately I heard they're cries of pain stop.

*F*O*R*S*P*A*R*T*A*

We walked for days, or it could have been years. We never stopped walking. We never ran though, always walking at a slow, human pace.

We finally came upon a small city in Egypt called Alexandria. It was on the ocean. It was a much different view than Giza, which was on a river. This city was beautiful and large.

The people here were friendly enough, but we found ourselves missing the company of Camelia and Esphialtes. I mean...James and , everytime we reminded ourselves of what they did, we didn't miss them anymore.

The hardest part though, was the small fact that we had never lived by ourselves. We didn't know how to fully control our thirst around a large amount of humans, and taking in the size of this new city, Alexandria had several thousands of people. Humans. Food.

Once again, we just had to remind ourselves of where we came from. Sparta. We were trained for this. Born for it!

We could handle anything, I knew it.


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