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Chapter 9: The Knife Game

Rachel's POV

I had waked and waked so long that I had reopened almost every single wound on my body. I was bleeding onto the sweater on my back, arms, and stomach. My jeans had blood on the legs from gashes on my leg that had been rubbed open. I probably looked like a murderer. You are a murderer. I hate myself to no end. I stuck my hand in my pocket and messed with the knife in my jeans pocket. The idea of what it could do to me was peaceful, relieving, and terrifying.

I walked to the park and climbed a tree behind the field in the center. There was a group of boys playing football there and there laughter carried up to me. They were probably best friends and did everything together. Probably knew each other than anyone else. I thought I had that with melody but I was wrong…

I lean back against the strong bark and see a young couple carving their initials into this tree, on this branch, right behind me. I turn around and run my hand over the lovers mark. I will never have that kind of pure, blind love for anyone because no one could ever love me like that. It was an honest fact that I had grown to accept.

I arrange myself until I am comfortable against the trees big branch and broad trunk. I ignore all the pain in my body and try to forget. Forget the world and everyone in it. I would miss no one and no one would miss me if I just died. Alec flashed in my mind for a second and a few tears showed up in my eyes. Maybe he would miss me. I hope he would.

I pulled the knife out of my pocket and flipped it open. I just looked at its shine and lost myself in the call of the birds. I was so far gone I didn't even notice almost being hit with a football and a young guy running over and apologizing. I didn't react when he climbed up but when he started talking my heart froze. I slowly turned to look at him and saw an angel looking back at me. Alex.

Alex's POV

I couldn't even comprehend what was happening for a moment. As I stared into her eyes I realized I smelled her blood. That woke me up just enough to see her whole face and not her beautiful eyes that seemed to be changing color right then. From a piercing blue to a soft purple with gold flecks. Her face was a torn up mess. There was some blood in her hair, some on her checks, and some on her lips. Her face was bruised and her eye was black. She had on no makeup so I could see some of the scars her hair wasn't covering.

"What happened to you?" I breathed out in barely a whisper but I knew she had heard me. She looked back down at the knife and twisted it in the sun light. I saw tears begin to roll down her face and I felt the need to kiss them away. Shower her with all the love I could possible give and more. I certain smell reached me through the blood. It was something I had never smelled before. I dismissed the thought quickly. "Rachel, give me the knife."

I needed to get that away from her before she did something stupid. She kept looking down at it and I held my hand out very slowly trying not to scare her. But even that movement made her flinch away. She moved the knife towards my hand and held it above my palm for a second almost like she was still deciding wither or not to hand it to me or cut her wrists.

"Please Rachel, don't do anything that you would regret." She put the knife in my hand and looked up at me with sad, broken eyes.

"I wouldn't have regretted it, I would have welcomed it." I looked at her and knew what she was saying was true. What would drive an angel to do such a thing? Who drove an angel to do such a thing?

She started to make her way down the tree but her arms were weak and she was beginning to fade out on me. I rushed down to get in front of her incase she would fall. My brothers had gotten closer and were standing a few feet away from us. Their eyes were wide with shock at what they had just witnessed.

"Jake, Lucas, meet Rachel. I think she might need to stay with us for a little bit." They just shook their heads in agreement when they realized that this was my Rachel. The one who had been on my mind and heart for a long while.

"I can't stay with you! My dad… he will kill me… if I'm not… back soon…" she was slowly starting to drop and her eyes were fluttering closed as more blood seeped out of her wounds. I picked her up bridal style and went to the car. Lucas and Jake rode in the front seat while I was with Rachel in the back. All the windows were rolled down because of the smell.

I realized she still had enough blood in her veins and had more likely passed out due to exhaustion. She looked dead in my arms though and I couldn't stand it! I wanted to kill whoever did this to her and I vowed that I would. As soon as she woke up I would need to talk to her about this. She didn't stir the whole ride home and none of us said anything until Jake pulled into the garage.

"You should wake her up now bro. She's having a bad nightmare and its only getting worse." He looked at me with sad eyes and I was about to ask what they were about when Rachel began to whimper in her sleep and her cry's quickly grew in volume. She kicked about and Jake's eyes widened in horror before he grimaced at what he saw. Jake could see people's dreams and can almost control them.

"Rachel baby! Baby wake up it's just a dream! I'm here no one will hurt you I promise." I shook her shoulders gently and woke her up out of her terror. She stared at me with wide eyes and threw herself to the floor of the car to try and get far away from me. She was still seeing whoever it was in her dreams and it was terrifying her. I put my hands up and leaned forward with my hands raised as I tried to make peace with her.

"Rachel I won't hurt you I promise. Please calm down baby its ok." She wrapped her arms around herself and I picked her up out of the car and toke her to my room. I let her cry herself to sleep against me as I felt completely helpless. When she was deep asleep I went to find Jake.

"What was she dreaming about?"

"The deepest and darkest parts of hell. That was terrible…" he looked off into the distance and sank further into the couch. Looking almost like he himself had been through hell.

"What does that mean? Was someone hurting her? Who was it?!" I was losing control of my temper but I needed to know who hurt my angel.

Jake turns to look at me with heavy and lost eyes. "There's a long list little bro."

"What did they do to her?! I have to know! I will rip them limb from limb. She doesn't deserve this to be done to her! No one should ever deserve anything to hurt them." I was fuming and my fangs began to extend out and my fist clenched as I imagined slowly killing those people. One thing ripped me out of my murderous state, a long, shrill scream.

"Holy shit!" Jake screamed and his eyes widened.