Two Sides of the Same Coin

Chapter 7: Rage

Author's Note: Aaaaaand like promised, here's the next chapter for this week! Until next week! Leave me some responses k.:)

Summary: Melody, a seventeen year old hybrid, is seen in every way as the embodiment of badass, fighting against vampires & werewolves in a warehouse—for revenge, alongside her wrathful & maybe a little psychotic human brother—but wait human? What's up with that? Follow Melody as she struggles to cope with her bad tempered brother and her vampire soulmate who just won't leave her alone no matter how hard she tries to stay away.

Disclaimer: Night World is still not mine, but that's okay, because this storyline is!\(^0^)/


Peter sat in the car in the dark, sitting, waiting impenitently—tapping his forefinger on the steering wheel. His face read nothing but irritation. He had been waiting in the car for over twenty minutes and still no one showed, or at least made a move to come out. He moaned irritably, slapping a hand to the passenger seat and moving his body to get a better look at the front door of Denny's.

Where is she? He stared at the front entrance intolerantly.

There was no one at the door, and the area surround it was as dark and gloomy as ever. The space looked like a pit stop in the middle of nowhere. The only sign that the place was still alive and open was the large Denny's sign up ahead of him glowing in big yellow and red neon lights.

Peter groaned again sitting back in his seat. He was getting a little worried and thought maybe he shouldn't have stormed off the way he did and left her there. But it wasn't his fault! Those fucking bloodsucker just got him so mad! Who was that bitch to tell him he had to be friends with that mother fucker? She was a nobody to him, and yet she was telling him what to do, and so casually too! That fucking Night Worlder, he beggared in his mind, cursing her for what she was. The car then grew quiet as he began to wait again. He pressed his head all the way back until it hit the seat, resting his body as it relaxed from where he sat. He let out another unsettled breath, and glanced to the other side, where a bunch of warehouses' sat and a traffic light gently dangled from its post, turning from red to green and back.

He began to reminisce about the warehouse incident and just how close he—and his group were from dying there. The reality of it all bothered him, and angered him as well. He had never been so close to death then that day. He could feel his rage begin to boil in him. We had gotten lucky… And that just infuriated him even more. He wasn't supposed to have gotten luckyluck was not supposed to be in there. The job was just supposed to go out smoothly. There wasn't supposed to be any mistakes, it was supposed to be flawless—perfect in every way. And above all, Mikey wasn't supposed to die…

Peter closed his eyes, pressing a hand to his eyes, and rubbing them, over stressed. Another breath, only this time it was torn.

In the back of his eyes he pictured Mikey's mother and how broken she had looked at his funeral. The plump old woman could not stop with her weeping, she was like a broken faucet, just pouring and pouring and pouring… It was hard to watch, and it was even harder to give his respects for her son to her.

Peter chuckled to himself this time, but it wasn't an exultant chuckle, it was another tense sound. He thought Melody had been so lucky not to have gone. He became serious. Of course that was because she was guilty. Peter recognized that she couldn't face Mikey's family yet—not after what happened. And he saw she was blaming herself for his death a thousand times over. He had first noticed it when she had left the infirmary for the first time. How the posture of her body had changed once she left the room. Peter didn't know if Melody identified it yet, but she always had a habit of doing little things that would give her away. Although they were really minor, too small for anyone that hardly ever knew her to know. Like for instance, when sad, she would wrap her hands around her belly lightly like a tail, and bob her head down to the side like she had cat ears. It sometimes fascinated him and in weird occasions made him smile when he saw how much her actions resembled a cat. But it troubled him to know that she could be a little too hard on herself. He was so concerned about her next move, that Peter once again lost himself in his mind.

Suddenly the car door opened from the passenger side. Peter glanced to it and watched as Melody sat down across from him, the hem of her grey blouse falling off her shoulder, exposing the perfect skin beside her neck. She sighed, rubbing her head. The air around him suddenly grew quiet as he watched her. His thoughts about earlier now gone. He turned to the front staring at the Denny's sign, having no words.

Melody turned to look at that guy and that red chick as they left. Peter could see that gold idiot turn around and stare at Melody, giving her a lazy smile and waving at her once, before getting in his car, and leaving.

He glanced to his sister to see, barely, the color of her upper cheekbones turn red as she glanced away staring in the other direction and smiling lowly to herself. Her chocolate tresses kissing her cheeks as they smoothly fell forward. She pressed her hands together by her white shorts.

Peter ground his teeth and put pressure on the steering wheel with his hands. He tried to tell himself that there was nothing there between them that it was all an illusion and it was just his imagination fucking with him good. He tried to tell himself that he didn't see an attraction between his sister and that mother fucker. But as much as Peter wanted to lie to himself, he knew there was. He could see it sparking off of them from the moment they had met, and he hated it. If that fucker wasn't such a distraction Mikey wouldn't have died. We would have beaten these fuckers and lived comfortable lives without problems like him ... I don't even know what I'm going to tell Oliver once he gets back. Peter didn't even want to think of what kind of expression the guy was going to have once he found out ... He didn't even want to think of what kind of face Melody would have once she broke the news to him. It was strange for Peter, because they never had a problem before, they each accepted their fates without complaints, and they were both happy to just be with each other. They never once thought about someone butting in...

He started the engine of his car, and drove out of the Denny's parking lot. They rode in silence for a while as both of them had nothing to say, when Peter finally decided to break it.

"What took you so long?" he asked Melody, glancing at her from the corner of his eye while he drove. He made sure to keep an eye on the street too just in case, even though the damned area was practically deserted.

Melody didn't speak right away, and Peter found this odd. "We were talking about...something," was all she said.

Peter's frown deepened. Why wasn't she telling him right away?

"Like?" He tried to sound as normal as possible.

She turned to look at him; she gave nothing away. Her sapphire blue orbs were as inexpressive as ever.

"I have a mission."

It took Peter a moment to take this all in. Her words rang in his ear like an obnoxious wake up call. His face then grew stiff with anger, and he abruptly stopped the car, pounding his foot on the break. The tires from under them screeched as he turned to the curve to stop, catching his sister completely off guard.

He turned to her furious, and said, "What?!"

Melody was still surprised by his sudden actions that it took her a few second to sink in what he said. She looked like a cat, stiffened when surprised. She clung onto the sides of the car, staring ahead at the empty darkness stunned to the bone. She scowled. "Idiot what the hell was that about?!"

"Don't change the subject! What the fuck is this about a mission?"

Melody frowned, and glanced away. "I made a deal with them. They will help me, but in exchange I have to help them."

"...And you didn't think about consulting me about this first?"

Melody's face showed her rage. She turned back to Peter. "What the fuck! Peter, I wouldn't need to consult you if you wouldn't have stormed off! You would have heard everything if you would have just stayed, stupid! If it wasn't for your fucking temper you would have heard everything, so don't make me the villain in all this!"

"Aye! I wouldn't have left if those assholes' wouldn't have pissed me off!"

"They didn't even do anything to you!"

"You're defending them? Oh my God Melody this is beautiful, you're finally turning into one of them! Into a mother-fucking Night Worlder!"

Melody stopped speaking at this, and just pierced him with her stare. Her eyes, which were slits, burned with this rage, it was a surprise she wasn't turning and ripping his meant off of him by now. That was low, even for him.

"Peter," she spoke quietly and deadly. "Look at me. No matter what we say, I am one of them." She took off her seat belt then and got off the car, leaving Peter speechless, having nothing more to say to him.

But at the sight of her walking away, Peter finally regained his wits and did the same, following after her. Her words still fresh in his mind.

"Aye, Melody, Melody wait!" He felt bad. He jumped out of his car. God what was he thinking, picking a fight with his sister because he was mad at her for liking—what—a Night Worlder? He felt like a terrible person. He stood there, in the dark, under a light post, watching her, waiting for her to stop.

She didn't stop walking, and she didn't turn back to look at him. He made a noise under his breath, and screamed her name again, running after her. "Dammit, Melody wait!" He reached her, and pulled her back to look at him. The sight he saw next stopped him on his tracks. His sister, his beautiful sister that was always bright and confident who never showed her weak side was crying.

She turned away from him then, trying to wrench her hand away from him. "Leave me alone Peter!"

But Peter wasn't going to leave her alone, and he didn't let her go, instead, he held her hand tighter. Melody glanced back to him and at his hand. His face was expressionless, and the anger that had been boiling inside him was no longer there, it was gone.

Melody got angry, and jerked her hand again. "I said, Leave me alone Peter...!"

He ignored her. He held an unreadable expression; one Melody could not see through. She didn't know what he was thinking, and Melody hated that, especially when she looked this vulnerable. She didn't even know he could have such an expression. It reminded her of that one time with Rider, when he and she were in her club room, and he showed her that weird face. She didn't like it. She jerked at her hand, frustratedly, not wanting to be near him any longer while looking and feeling the way she was, and in a flash, Peter pulled her in to him, embracing her. He held her close to him not even able to ever let her go now, especially with that face she was making. The scent of her sweet shampoo filled his senses. He took a whiff of her, and breathed out.

"...You idiot. I have never seen your sad face, and now of all times you decide to show it to me ... I can't let you leave me like this now," his voice was small, but absolute.

Melody's face was stunned, until it contorted hearing his words; she began to cry in his arms. Her tears hurriedly spilling down her flushed cheeks like a waterfall.

"...I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know what has gotten into me lately ... I can't think straight like I used too, and I can't help but have second thoughts... Peter... I'm so sorry... I can't hurt them like I used to anymore ... I can't when I know I'm one of them..."

Peter rubbed her hair as he stood there quietly just listening to her. I know, he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her that it was alright because—because he too knew she was one of them. As much as he hated it, Peter was no dumbass either. He could see those large fangs protruding from her face, and all that hair covering her from head to toe like a fucking yeti. He knew where his sister belonged. But he just didn't want to accept it, which was the bitch part.

They stood there like that until Melody had calmed down and finally stopped crying. She sniffed in his arms looking like a little girl and stared at his soaked shirt. She didn't know how long they stood there, quietly, embracing one another, but it was a long time.

"C'mon," Peter said, walking her to the car. Melody didn't protest and followed.

They got in the car and sat there quietly, neither really able to break the awkward silence. Peter started the engine.

And Melody finally broke it. She spoke first. "I have to leave in two hours to the airport." She looked out the window. She knew saying this to him, after what had happened would be difficult, but Melody had to say something. She had to go, and he would not stop her. Melody had made her choice, and Peter knew.

Peter glanced at her, and bit back the annoyance and protests that threatened to come. He could already see the boldness and determination she was giving him, even though he could not see her eyes. He chose to look away from her and glance to the front. He refrained himself from starting another fight with her because he did not want to see her suffer, or sad because of him.

"And where are you going?" he tried to even his voice as much as he could. He felt like shutting his eyes in exasperation.

Melody turned to him.

"To San Francisco."

He stared back at her wide-eyed. His expression then turned obstinately firm. "Well shit..."


A young man with a complexion of eighteen and platinum blonde hair walked up the long steps of stairs, stepping, with a steady pace, through a long dark and gray stoned hall, with ceilings so high it was void of any light. Curtains fell, to the side of him, like red wine—opened to reveal a large row of windows so tall they almost reached the ceiling of the large spooky mansion. By each window there stood a very polished and neatly placed and built statue of a knight's armor. The place felt like something straight out of a graphic gothic novel. It was dark, yet oddly comforting, like the whole area just belonged with his type of world. He was one from the dark, and so was the house, so it was only fitting of him to feel this way.

His stiff lavender stare came up to an ebony looking door, with golden hinges and patterns that lined all around it. It was about—he would have to say at least thirteen feet tall. The door was ginormous. It looked and felt intimidating just to stand by it. But that's not what worried him. What worried him was the woman he would have to meet, on the other side.

The double doors creaked as it stiffly opened.

He made his way inside to the girl sitting in a dark luxurious seat, in front of a large exquisitely curved mirror. She was wearing a very expensive gorgeous black gown made out of silk that reached all the way down to her toes, making her look like a gothic beauty as it clashed with her creamy complexion. She crossed her leg over the other as she exposed her thigh. Maids surrounded her as they each had a job to do on her. One combed her jet black hair as two others filed and colored her nails a stunning blood-red color. She looked like a princess. And the expression on her face did little to hide that arrogance. In the background of her was a large bath that could probably fit a whole football field, and he wasn't exaggerating. Steam clouded its surface indicating its warmth. Her hawk eyes came up to see him come in. Her face wasn't burnt like it should have been since the last time she had been seen, but that was only because the scar of the flames left on her face was caked with makeup, covering the scar cleverly good.

"So I'm guessing that the reason you are here, Clove, is because you're here to bring me good news, am I right?" She waved the maids away to leave her compound, and gestured to a boy—maybe sixteen—with a collar. He wore nothing but a fearful expression and black colored speedos that looked like a tuxedo, a funny joke from Lily's side. And he was also human, another reason why Lily would treat him like garbage. Disgusting creatures, Lily gave him a wrathful eye. But they serve their purpose. She gave him no further attention as she grabbed a strawberry from the tray and sucked on it, loving the juicy taste it brought.

"I did as you commanded my lady." Clove bowed down to her with one knee, oddly resembling a knight from a farther era than ours.

Lily snickered, enjoying this. "Good," she said. Her eyes glimmered with this evil gleam. She had been waiting for this man's news above all. She smiled disturbingly. That stupid little wrench thought that just because she had burned my face she was going to get away. Well not this time. Lily had done something really bad. She was feeling extra lively. She had been a really bad girl today.

She hadn't liked the disappointed look her father had given her when they had brought her back from the failed mission. Hunter Redfern had no expression as he was listening to the story. But his eyes had blazed with a golden look when he had heard the news of what happened, and his profile lightened up dramatically once the story had come to its end. He looked like a beast that had finally gotten a favorite toy to play with. And Lily didn't like it one bit.

That little bitch and her vermin of a brother had gotten cocky just because she had put her guard down for a moment. And now, not only has she gotten most of the Night World's council's attention, but her fathers as well. She had vowed that she was going to get her revenge, and she did.

But what had really gotten to Lily, was not the excited joy her father had, but the fond expression he had made when looking at the picture of that stupid vermin lover—Melody—and what he had said after.

"Cynthia..."

With the tip of his fingers Hunter Redfern touched the picture of Melody.

Cynthia. Lily's face had grown mad. There had been only one Night Worlder with that name that Lily had known and that bitch was dead. And really, now that she thought about it, that skin-changing bitch did look awfully like Cynthia, but her eyes were blue. Cynthia's had been green like most of the Drache's. This only made Lily hate Melody even more. If that vermin lover really was Cynthia's daughter, then it was fine now. That vermin lover was dead. So those old farts from the Drache family can't really say anything about her death.

"But there's more my lady," said Clove hesitant.

"Hm, is there? Like what? Don't tell me you didn't kill her." Lily leered at him, her temper slowly rising. But she would wait to hear what he has to say before she decided to lash out at him.

"I did not fail you. I did everything as you have said, properly. I even left a few dogs just in case, to finish the job; however, I cannot say that my plans will go out flawlessly if Redfern's themselves decide to get in the way." Clove had a smile plastered on his face that looked to calm.

"What? And who per say decided to get in the way?" I will have their heads! Who was itQuinn, Ash, his sisterswho?!

"Jezebel Redfern and your favorite "brother" of them all—Rider Herondale."

Lily was stunned, speechless. She grabbed a cream off the counter and shrieked while throwing it to the other side of the room, losing her temper tenfold. It hit the wall, rooting itself into the wall.

"Rider! RIDER!" Lily yelled from the top of her lungs, frightening the human slave with a speedo to step away from her before he got killed. It was really the smart thing to do.

What was Rider doing with that vermin lover! She could understand Jez, Jez was vermin herself. But Rider's a pureblood! That was out of the question!

"I AM GOING TO KILL THEM!"

She knew now that if Rider had anything to do with this that vermin lover was definitely alive. "Those TRAITORS! Find them, find them, FIND THEM! KILL THEM ALL!" Lily was going insane with rage.

To their despair, her rampage would last till the next morning, and that human unfortunately would never get to see the light of day ever again.

"As you wish, my lady," Clove stood up, bowing one last time before leaving her room—that wicked smile on his face never leaving. He would take pleasure, any day, for the opportunity to kill Rider.