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ThePhantomsFlutist
Chapter 7:
Night Went On
Violet's Point of View
"Why in the world did you bring him here, Violet?! Of all things that could have been done to help this situation, this was it?!" Alexander was madly pacing back and forth, probably deciding whether he could kill me now or wait until later. I didn't know it was that bad, so I stood frozen until I got an explanation. What was his problem, anyway? He never yelled at me. Most of the time, it's Lucile who gets in trouble, not me. I don't go against Alexander's rules, he is the ruler of this coven whether it seems like it or not. The higher male is always the leader, as far as I'm concerned. And never before have I been against his command... as far as he knew.
"What is your problem with him?! He didn't do anything! He's much too innocent-" I started, annoyed when he cut me off. A snarl rippled through my chest without me trying to help it. Michael ran away from me, not come at me, teeth bared, or whatever he uses to defend himself.
"He didn't do anything yet meaning that he still has the chance to pose against us, Violet." He said a bit more calmly, standing behind his chair that was behind his mahogany desk.
"You don't trust me... You're just too paranoid to even care what I say. Besides, I would expect you to come at this like a bullet, not caring about death. And how many times have you told me we are all very much so death. Even if he does plan some sort of mutiny, it would be weak, and against us, three very noble vampires, it would be like an ant under a shoe." I said lightly, closing my eyes to block his furious face. Alexander really is scary when angry, and I've only seen him like this twice in my life. "I don't understand your reasoning."
I couldn't believe my ears when I saw there was a pregnant pause between us, and all I could hear was Lucile's flirtatious voice downstairs. I mentally rolled my eyes... of course she's flirting with Michael. I mean, that girl could probably take a rock and make it jealous it's not her boyfriend. The single most annoying thing to watch, and for once, I was glad Alexander was yelling at me upstairs rather then watching awkward Michael trying to make her bug off.
It almost seemed like years until Alexander finally spoke up, very lightly, and straining to be calm. I heard him mumble under his breath, "This is what comes from being with humans..." And my eyes seemed to glare at him now. Since when was he against trying to live equally with humans? If I'm not mistaken, it was his own idea. Just that he preferred to be more conspicuous then the rest of us.
"Excuse me...?" I questioned, tilting my head to the side. He sighed and then looked at me sternly.
"Have I ever told you what my own life was like, Violet? Before there was any of you, and I was with another coven?" He asked flatly.
"...No. I don't think you have." I blinked twice and then tried to think through the many memories of Victoria or Alexander telling me of their past, but every single one of their memories had each other in it. Alexander is, in fact, much older then Victoria by about one hundred years, making him around five hundred of so years of age. Physically, though, he is only about twenty-nine years old. I only say about because time was hardly marked back then, and people couldn't tell the difference between a day and a month.
"Violet, fallen angels have been around since the beginning of time. They are the entire reason why my coven was destroyed, and left me entirely alone in the world. I was not what I am now, you must understand. At one time, I was just like any nomad or every other vampire today. The plague was out and people were dying all over the streets, leaving a meal just waiting, which was used as bait for the fallen angels. My coven was out looking for the weekly feed by night which was when we were ambushed by the monsters-" he sneered and looked out the window to the night, thoughtfully. "I was the last left of the coven, Violet. After watching the other coven members be murdered while I was hiding, not wishing for death. I almost died because of them, Violet." His voice raised and he stood up, so much taller than I. I looked up to his bone white face and then raised my brows. Of course he had that much against them. "I was wanted in their small society and I was watched for decades until the plague was wiped out. I never trusted the fallen angels, Violet. They aren't the pure and beautiful beings you imagine them to be. They put on a masquerade every bit as we do, and you know how unrealistic it is. I don't trust Michael to help us, you surely understand why." He paused looking for any expression to pick up on the entire conversation. I was blank, soaking up the new information slowly, just to cherish it. It's not every day that new things come into view, you know.
"Michael means no harm, Alexander. I know I can trust him. He wants what we long for... It's stupid for you to doubt your own power, Alexander." I hissed through my clenched teeth, tense, waiting for him to lash out once more.
"On the contrary, dear, it's not wise to rise against them. We won't win." That, I already knew. I saw the haunted look in his eyes as he gazed past me out the window.
"We have to have a fraction of defense..." I murmured quietly, waiting for the rebellion to start up again. As if waiting for a bomb to explode, I ducked my head down.
"That is true, dear." He said like his old noble self again, and I recoiled, seeing that I shouldn't bring up Michael again... but I had to know.
"Michael has to stay, Alexander... My father, you have to trust me." I brought up the term father to see if I have any chance of change. And I did. I saw his eyes topaz eyes lighten up from the cold ones they were earlier. And I eased my tense position a little, waiting for another random mood swing.
It was much too long of a pause between us, and I can tell he was deciding whether or not to yell at me too violently again. "I apologize, Violet. I should not have done that, but you understand it's not something I can control. However, I still have not decided whether we should leave him behind or not. You may go now." He said simply. And awkwardly, I stood up quietly giving another threatening glare to him. Trying not to rebel the simplicity of the ending of this conversation, I held my breath and exited the room with the utmost ease. And tried even harder not to sneer or yell really loud, because that would only make the leader even more angry, and me even more of a hazard to anyone in this house's lives.
The night was long. Meaning it was so long that I think I nearly went insane waiting until the sun was up and Michael would be awake. I almost woke him up myself, but I think that would be rude to the guest... Lucile seemed oddly bouyant when usual, though, and most of the painstaking night was based around pondering what made her smiling and not locking herself into her room, bawling her eyes out. And in some weird way, it seemed as if she knew something I didn't.
It. Annoyed. Me.
"Lucile, you're smiling." I noted dryly as I witnessed her take another swig from her wine glass as if it was her personal alcohol.
"Yes, indeed, I am. How observant you are." She said smugly, her nose in the air even as she wiped her mouth of the red liquid with the napkin.
"Thanks. But it's not like you." I said, letting acid drip into every word. She made a face and then placed her glass onto the counter lightly, and stared at me, her smile erased from my words, and I didn't take any offense from it, because quite frankly, I don't care. Not at a time like this. "And just because you're drinking blood from a wine glass doesn't make you elegant and marvelous. It's really disgusting and only Victoria, Alexander and myself have an excuse to do it."
"Why you?" She said. "You didn't tell me you switched diets..." She trailed off thoughtfully.
"Because I didn't." I teased, trying to hold back a smile. "Just wait until I tell Liz about Lucile's new diet..."
"You wouldn't dare..." She said, growing more threatening by every word I spat into her face.
"On the contrary, I would. See how much she would suck up to me because she's scared and I have only tasted human blood... twice. And the second time I did, Liz went faint and threw up in the bathroom." I said, mocking her smugness. I don't mean any of the things I said, but I'm always welcome to a new toy to play with, which is when I somewhat understand David. Naive Lucile is fun to tease, especially when scaring her out of drinking human blood.
"That's just you," She smirked uneasily.
"Like you're any different. Now will you tell me why you're smiling...?" I added, trying to squeeze the truth out of her. And then I decided to be childish, I would threaten her. "If you don't tell me, I'll tell Liz all about your 'secret.'" I said restraining from laughing in her face.
"Why do you need to know?" She asked, acidic as I was.
"Because information is the spice of life." I said, smiling darkly showing all my teeth.
"Wasn't that variety...?" She said, shaking her head. "I'm not telling you anyway. Go ahead and tell Elizabeth, see if I care. I have eternity ahead of me, like you, and it probably won't matter in another hundred when this is all behind us." I opened my mouth to make another snide remark, but couldn't bring any words out. I never thought of that... But I don't think these few years I had with my friends was enough. Especially Mark. My soul goes to Mark, and leaving him is like leaving my sould behind. I would be even more of a lifeless being, walking this Earth like I was so long ago...
"If you even survive past this year, Lucile." I said, on the negative side, and yet again annoyed that I couldn't get the information out of her... So I went on with my night, eager and bored. As usual.
I went outside into the night, feeling so fit into it, belonging somewhere, finally. For, I am still a child of the night, and this is my place to rule. I fit in better here then in the sun, and I like that. It was windy and cold, thought. The leaves of the trees were clashing against it, rebelling not to fall, as the howl of the wind sweeped up my long hair. Annoyed, I combed it so that it wouldn't get into my face with my fingers and went on walking in our backyard completely alone. And scared.
If I had a beating heart, it would be fluttering. There was something wrong about this night, and it's unnatural wind. It was off-key, as if I was playing a wrong chord on my piano, or I was only imagining it was night. There was no moon out to cast a glow into our yard, and left everything in my well-trained eyesight as an eerie deep purple.
That was when I heard a snap of a branch somewhere in the woods through the howling of the wind... and a breath of laughter.
And then, I was on the ground.
It took me about a second or so to realise what was on me, and then I instantly recognized the black hair, pale skin, crimson eyes, and the sinister smile that was stretched across his face.
"David?" I breathed, almost relieved it wasn't something more dangerous to me then him. Like something that even more wants to kill me... It's annoying how I can be the one to name a few.
"Yes, my dear, I've returned. Are you not glad?" He smirked and then got off of me, no longer pinning my arms and legs down him by his own.
"No." I hissed coldly up to him. He was standing somehow, and I was still on the ground.
"You should be grateful, my pet. The Government thinks you're dead because I have killed you, supposedly. You should be very glad that I have returned." He said smugly, smiling a little more kindly down to me. What does he think he's doing?
"...What?" I asked, disbelief coloring my features as I stood up to face him directly.
"You heard me. Must I repeat it?" He asked, all of a sudden more tense.
"David, don't lie to me. I won't believe you until I have proof." I said flatly, glaring at him through cold, stern eyes.
"Violet, dear, they would have came here themselves a week ago had I not told them of my 'success'. If I was lying to you, you would be dead right now. But I'm not going to kill you... not again." He replied weakly, and then my eyes widened, completely shocked.
"...I..." I paused, looking up to him, his careful features, everything that was sinister and evil was completely wiped away and replaced by what I first knew David Winters with, gentle, and showing nothing but... affection toward me. Of course, before he revealed to me he was a vampire. Because before that, it did seem that he loved me, like Mark is with me except different. But he lied to me, and I was deceived. He killed me, and I am now undead. I am not falling for it again.
"I don't trust you, David." I said looking right into his lightened eyes. "I'm not falling for it this time." I said and then tried to walk away from him quickly until he was in front of me suddenly, making me pause in my tracks if only but a second.
"I swear, I am not lying to you! Don't go and show yourselves to my masters! Don't! They'll kill you and more harshly then I would. Listen, Violet!" He seemed to be pleading to me... Me! I was only overcome with shock and disbelief. David's voice was so different, I was sure it's not him I was speaking to. David who has tortured my sister, friend, and myself. David who has killed me who is no pleading me to not go and face the Government.
"You don't stand a chance against them, neither of us do. And if they see I'm lying, they'll kill me, too. We're both fugitives, don't you see? I do still care for you, love!" He called out as I came closer to the house.
"I don't trust you anymore. You've lost that long ago." I said weakly, not believing my ears or anything. I think I might be dreaming.
"But you must!" He then paused, and seemed to gather up his thoughts... "Okay, fine, you know what? Don't listen to me. Just don't be stupid as to face them yourself, because you'll die. If you want to die, that's wonderful, and your stupid mistake. But, you don't have to face them, because of what I did. I lied to the Government for you, Violet!" And then, it all made sense. He was right that if he didn't lie to the Government about my death, I would be dead. They would be after me, monitoring every move I made until I was found and killed along with my family and friends. Everything would be dancing on the point of a knife as we are now, but now, they might as well give up looking for me because I'm dead in their eyes. Like I'm no longer on the map. Whoa.
I slowly turned around and looked at David's face one more time carefully. "Why did you do that? You wanted to kill me, and now you're saving my life and others'. What are you trying to get to, David?" I asked softly, my brows knit together and my expression hard. I was thinking through every single possible solution, and thought of nothing reasonable. If he wanted to kill me himself, he could have already done that.
"I want you again. You don't need that stupid human boy for love, my pet, you don't! That is the single most pathetic attempt that I have seen in all of my life, and you're still thriving with it. It doesn't make any sense, love. I want you again, I told you!" Oh. My. God. What the hell was he telling me?
"I love Mark more then you ever would deserve to be loved, you monster," I hissed through clenched teeth, "You'll never have me back. Because, quite frankly, you don't deserve me, either. Find a new toy, David. I don't want to be your doll that you can take out and play with anymore."
He snarled angrily, and pounced up and knocked me back to the ground, and pinned me down even harder that I was in pain. "Get off me!" I screamed, trying to nudge him away but he didn't move. Instead, he came closer to my lips, then, and pressed them against mine once more. It was so powerful, so passionate, and so meaningful, that for that one moment, I believed that he loved me. I couldn't bring myself to pull him off of me, and it seemed like forever until he pulled away himself.
"Tell me you hate me..." He murmured seductively into my ear, and the tone of his voice seemed to make my skin crawl. I hesitated for a second, and I couldn't say it. It was impossible to tell David I hated him when only minutes ago, I could spit that in his face all day long.
"...I..." I whispered lightly, hardly audible.
"You what?" He pressed, his voice now like velvet against my ear.
"I..." I started again, and then looked into his eyes which told me directly that I shouldn't say it, as if screaming orders to me. "...I... can't..." I murmured, giving up, looking away from his eyes.
"Tell me you love me, then." He said without a smirk this time. He meant it, he wanted me to say it. I couldn't say that, either. I refused to look into his eyes, the control he had in them was something above my power.
"No." I said without hesitation this time, and my gaze toward the starry sky turned cold because I couldn't look at him.
That was when I heard a gasp from about ten yards away at the door of the house.
