Well, this chapter is relatively short compared to the other's. Umm, honestly, this was all very random (if you had a dollar for everytime I wrote that, right? XD) I really was just in the mood to write a somewhat underlying sexually, intense fight scene (Which would be the first part; Angela&Shannon [Shangela? wtf? O.o]) and then I pretty much wrote the second part after beginning to read Midnight Sun--a.k.a the 5th Twilight book in the Saga, in Edward's POV (I got the "official" link if anyone wants to read it, but can't find it) I think its pretty kool even Stephanie Meyer has typos XD. It makes me feel less stupid =).
But the second part is, like everything else, setting the "epic battle" up.
I'm gonna put a little preveiw for the next chapter up, at the end of this, so check it.
Lastly, I know I'm constantly updating less and less, but I haven't had much free time, but I'm on Spring Break now, and Winter/Indoor Percussion is over (BTW WE WON!! PALM BEACH CENTRAL PERCUSSION 1ST PLACE IN THE PSA CLASS FOR SFWGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOHOO!!! Sorry, still all hyped from that lol). So, I SHOULD be writing more, but like I said, writer's block keeps getting to me, so help is appreciated. PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Still Lynch's =)...I mean .
Oh yeah, btw, not missing a line at the end. =)
I stormed into the room and slammed the door shut behind me. The loud crash echoed off the walls around us as the door fell off its hinges.
"You!" I pointed my finger directly at the middle of her forehead from where I was standing. Every step closer I got to her, the more scared I could tell she was getting. "You fucking liar!" I grabbed her by her arm and tossed her across the room. Once her body hit the plaster I swiftly ran there so fast it looked like I had teleported.
Her body was limp from the impact, but I grabbed her by her shoulders and pinned her against the defiled surface behind her.
"You fucking beast!" I gutterally roared mere centimeters from her face. "Who the hell are you?!" I screamed very masculinely. "FUCK YOU!"
Her blue eyes grew lighter, for two reasons; fear and defense. Where as I changed mine to deep black in return. We were both living not for one another any longer, but for ourselves.
In a swift motion, her arm managed to dislodge itself from its holding position against my torso, and she agonizingly raked her nails down the side of my neck.
"GAH!!!" I screamed out in pain as the sticky red liquid started to drip down the skin in which it had escaped from. With this moment of weakness taking place on my part, she quickly got out of my grasp and ran across the room.
I gripped the side of my neck with one hand as the other balled into a fist, clenched at my side. We circled one another, as if it was some sick hunt. The only difference is that although either of us could end up being the hunter, the odds were clearly in my favor.
Her hair was messy, but the look suited her well. For someone who I remember being so afraid most of the time, she looked quite intimidating now. Her arms were stiffly hanging from her sides, ready to attack. Her eyes were an even lighter blue than before, and she now smirked as she brought her blood-covered fingers up to her mouth, and sucked on each one slowly, savoring the taste. My eyes grew wide as hers rolled in the back of her head, and she threw her head back after the last one was sucked clean.
"You think you're so scary, don't you?" I didn't say anything. Just continued watching her circle me, as I did her. "You're not. You don't scare me." Her face contorted into a more menacing look, and her eyes continued to grow even colder. "My dad was beyond right about you, Shannon." Then, into complete rage. "HE WAS SO FUCKING RIGHT!" She growled after yelling, and it sent shockwaves through me.
As much as I'd hate to admit it, this un-seen sight of her was extremely frightening. Before realizing what I had done, I shut my eyes for just a moment, but it was enough to give her the upper-hand. She took complete advantage of that one damned second, and rushed forward, tackling me to the ground, and sending us both flying backwards until the back of my head hit the wall on the opposite side of the room.
I could feel the blood pooling at the back of my head as I closed my eyes, trying to ease the picture of her snarling above me out of my mind.
"How pathetic," she laughed as she leaned down and ran her tongue from the crook of my neck up to the shell of my ear, catching whatever blood was still left. "You taste so good..." Her words trailed off as she placed her mouth on the starting place of her earlier path. Now, her sharp eye-tooth lightly grazed the skin up to the top of the wound. Again, her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
"You think you scare me?" I questioned, which made her open her eyes and harshly stare into my own. "You don't!" I struggled under the firm grasp she had from her position on-top of my lean frame.
"You think I'm worried about scaring you?" she laughed again. "I'm worried about making sure I do what my dad always wanted me to." I swear, I could almost see James's smirking face behind hers. "What the entire world wants me to do."
"Like you know!" I yelled and continued struggling and frantically moving underneath her body. "You don't know what the entire world wants!"
With the added force of my words behind me, I finally managed to regain what strength had suddenly left me, and flip us over so now I was hovering above her.
Out of nowhere, the wound on my neck seemed to open up again, and the blood began to pour out of it. No mirror was needed for me to realize that that entire side of my neck was covered with the liquid. Once it dripped down onto the side of her face, I couldn't help but laugh.
"You want this so bad," I stated as I brought my hand down to where the blood covered a small portion of her jaw. "You crave this!" I yelled as I smeared it across her cheek, before clawing down the same path with my nails.
It was a dramatic entrance to say the least. For all the humans in the room, I could've sworn I felt their blood run cold at the sight of all of us. It was weird, since all of them were definitely bigger than me. Especially the two brothers sitting on opposite sides of their sister; protecting her as if we were all just going to rush forward and sink our teeth into her.
"I can't say I'm not surprised to see you all here," James spoke to my left, with Angela right by his side. She rolled her eyes as she spoke, but cringed almost out of nowhere after doing so.
There were sparactically placed cuts all over her, but I wasn't going to press her for any information on why they're there. For all I know James could've damn well done it himself.
"Is it true?" Shawn asked, fear coating his usually confident, masculine voice. "Everything that Ashley told us. Is it?"
James nodded in a fakely apologetic fashion. "Yes. Which is why I'm so glad all of you were able to come here; to protect yourselves." He approached him and put a pale hand on Shawn's broad shoulder. "Although you may just be humans, I wouldn't want to see so many get hurt. Especially one's that already know the real reasonings, and truths behind everything."
I rolled my eyes as James focused his blue eyes on myself and his daughter. She grimaced, and slowly started walking away from her father, into the kitchen.
"Please, make yourself comfortable while I help further explain this all to you..." Shawn sat back down on the couch, and his two siblings adjusted themselves into more relaxed positions. As for myself, I followed Angela's path to at least try to figure out why she was suddenly acting so strange.
"Since when do vampires drink orange juice?" I asked her sarcastically while sitting across from her at the table. "I would've thought you guys would be more into tomato, or something that's red, at least."
She showed a hint of a smile, but just shook her head. "Stereotypes aren't always accurate. Shouldn't you know?"
"Yeah." She flashed me another miniature beam before diverting her attention to what should've been her swollen belly--but it wasn't. "How's the baby?" Her eyes widened and she spit the orange juice out of her mouth. "What? Did you think I forgot or something?" I started laughing, but stopped once she jolted over the table and had me pinned up against the wall.
"Don't," she growled. "Don't you even give laughing a moment's thought in that little fucking brain of your's, Ashley."
I forcefully pushed her off of me and sent her flying backwards into the counter on the other side of the room. "What the fuck is your god-damned problem?! I asked you a simple, reasonable fucking question for a woman that's supposed to be having a child, Angela."
"Its not reasonable when I'm not having a fucking child, Ashley!" I stumbled backwards at her words accompanied by the raised volume of her voice.
"Why? Finally decided to give it up?" She shot a pissed-off glare my way and I immediately rephrased that. "I just meant got an abortion. With everything that's going on right now I understand why you--"
"I didn't get an abortion!" she screamed.
I opened and closed my mouth like a stupid fucking fish before something finally came out. "Then what?"
She shook her head and looked at anything but me. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Look, obviously its bothering you..." I walked forward and put my hand on her arm, rubbing up and down in what was supposed to be a comforting manner.
"Bothering me?" She stepped back and turned to face me. "Don't you even try to understand me right now, when you have no fucking clue. Not even the slightest idea."
"Then help me out, Angela! For the love of God, with everything we're going through right now with what's about to happen, how the hell can we do this is you're fucking shutting everyone out!"
"SHUTTING EVERYONE OUT?!" She slammed her fist down on the counter, leaving a small indent in the granite. "For once in your god-damned life, shut the fuck up, Ashley!"
"NO! I'm not gonna just shut up and watch you go all fucking emo and get depressed all over again!"
"You don't know what its fucking like!" Oddly, my entire self started relaxing almost out of nowhere...well, mostly due to the fact that the cuts on her face looked like they were about to spill over the edges with blood. "You weren't the one that got left, you were the one that did the leaving!"
"Just tell me what happened..." I whispered my almost silent request.
And in a flash, she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing even more, much larger cuts...all across her stomach...
"Whether I wanted it or not..." before she finished, she cut herself off sobbing. I was dieng for her to just say what happened, so I could finally ensure myself that it was definitely James that did it. I don't know why, but it was my gut telling me that he killed it. His own grandchild.
"Its okay, Angela." I walked forward and engulfed her in an embrace, letting her cry on my shoulder. "I know it must suck 'cause he's your dad, but--" Her head shot up and her blue eyes locked with mine. Behind the tears and sadness throughout them, they were questionable all of a sudden.
"My dad?" she asked incredulously. "You think my dad did this?" I just nodded; already sick of talking. "Ashley, he's my dad. I realize he may not be the best, but he would never..."
"Then who?" I inquired, all of my theories going out the window. "Who else was with you, that would do something like this?"
And, like always, my stupid innocent questions lead to another shock in the life of Ashley Davies...
On the next chapter of Forever or Never:
I walked past the countless jail-like cells over-flowing with the worst demons of them all...
The ones that didn't die out after the change years and years ago, but didn't manage to resist it.
Some of their bodies are split in two; either vertically, or horizontally. Almost all of them are missing at least one limb, whether it be an arm or a leg, or both. But still had it easy when it came to lockdown. Their cells were partially opened thanks to the bars--exactly like a human jail-cell. But the man who I came to see resides where only mental institution patients can relate. Padded white walls, and everything, down at the farthest end of the hall.
Slowly, I opened the heavy metal door. He immediatly sensed my prescense, and smiled.
You can't call it a smile though, when it resides on Satan's face.