10. Faulty Self Control
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On the way back to Emily's, Paul started to act strange. He kept pushing the umbrella on me even after I'd told him that I didn't need it. He constantly asked if I was cold or if I needed him to warm me up. He was fawning over me, to summarize.
"Yalena, are you sure you're not cold?" Paul asked for the thousandth time, handing me the umbrella again. I shoved him away, gritting my teeth together.
"No, Paul. I'm perfectly fine, see?" I said, giving him a toothy smile. His face seemed to light up at my beastly grin. I continued to walk up the path that led to Emily's house until I felt the venom pulse wildly through my veins; I shapeshifted too much today. Paul saw my hand clutch over my chest and panicked.
"Yalena, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Leave me alone, all right?" I growled, opening the door. Remi was locking lips with Melanie, causing me to almost upchuck. I ran upstairs to find that the bathroom was occupied so I skipped downstairs, where Remi and Paul looked at me with concerned eyes. One of them knew that if the venom remained, I would give into my vampire half. Something I never did.
Paul took a step towards me in which I took two back. I felt the venom stowing itself within my fangs, making my throat unbearably dry. I took notice of the blood flowing in every individual's body, becoming mere food for me in a few seconds. Ravenous growls ripped through my throat, alerting Remi. He held Melanie protectively in his arms, his green eyes glinting dangerously.
"Yalena, what?" Paul stammered, getting close again. That was when I was locked within my own body. I tackled him to the floor, baring my fangs. He flipped me so that it was I under him. He held my hands over my head, calling the other shapeshifters. I flopped like a fish under his hold, snapping and snarling at him.
He just glared at me sadly, longingly. My throat burned again and somehow, I wrenched out of his grasp to take a bite out of his neck. He let go of me, screaming, as a pair of hands dragged me away. I broke out of their hold as well. Suddenly, more hands restrained me. Two around my waist, two to my shoulders, and two at my stomach. I was soon surrounded by more than ten werewolves, including Elise and Leslie and surprisingly, Yves.
They all struggled to take me outside, where he stood shirtless and shaking. I could still hear Paul groan, whispering my name in confusion. I wanted to resurface, take control of myself once again to care for him. My rage and bloodlust prevented that from happening. I tore myself away from Embry and Seth's arms to attack my father, who phased into a great gray and white wolf. I phased also, into a duplicate of him. This proved that I was his daughter. I nipped at his flanks while he pulled at my tail, biting into it. It didn't harm me none so I clawed at his sides, marking his furry flesh. He grumbled then forced me to the ground, teeth burying into my neck. He made a mind link with me.
Yalena, must you be so vicious? he yelled. I found enough strength to answer.
Yes, I do! You deserve it!
I brought my teeth down on his leg until it gave out from beneath him. He whined, dropping down to tend to it. At the sight of the blood, I began to go mad. Yves' wound was coated with it and it was just calling to me. Before I lunged at it, Elise jumped in the way. She held my muzzle in her arms, tightening to her chest.
"Stop this, Lena!" she cried. When I resisted, she looked up at me with tear-filled eyes.
"You're willing to hurt me, too?" I realized that her shoulder dislocated itself when I fought her grasp. My self-control was getting weaker and weaker as I succumbed to my rebellious vampire side. I tossed Elise aside like a rag doll, angering Remi and Leslie both. They charged at me, pinning me down.
"Wake up, Yalena!" Remi shouted, eyes spilling over with tears. "This isn't you, dear!" I phased back, grabbing his throat. He gurgled as I tightened my hold. Leslie attacked, locking arms with me. In the corner of my eye, I saw pale blurs running into the house, one forming into a female figure. Bella Cullen. There was another, settling into Emmett.
The vampire Yalena grew anxious at the challenge. There was a quick exchange of words and Leslie broke away from me, Remi in hand. I wanted to dart after them, but some invisible force stopped me. A second passed and I was on my back, Emmett binding me on the ground. I thrashed uncontrollably until another blur came to me. It was Jasper and I was instantly calmed down. It wasn't long until I was myself again. Once I took in my surroundings, I collapsed. I had hurt so many people, possibly killed one due to my bloodlust. My body shook as I sobbed at the monster I unleashed upon those who cared about me. Emmett and Jasper held me consolingly, muttering sweet assurances to me. I couldn't stop crying, not even when Yves limped over. He lifted me as if I was a baby again and hummed a lullaby to simmer me down. I slowly reclined into the arms of slumber.
I dreamed a horrible dream. The Volturi came for me, requesting that I return to them and be useful again. I refused and everyone I knew died by their hands. I was all alone in the world again, like I was before…
Cold lips brushed against my forehead, shushing me. My eyes cracked open to see Bailey's black hair hovered over my face. The French vampire smiled gently, removing a lock of my hair from my sweaty cheek.
"Morning, sweetheart," he greeted, squeezing my hand. "How are you feeling?"
I tried stretching, but my body ached, especially my neck. Then I remembered Yves biting my neck. I fought against the pain and stretched anyway, howling into the pillow below my head. I heard my bones crack and sighed wearily.
"I'm feeling like a monster," I answered truthfully, plopping back onto the pillow. "Where am I?"
"Evelyn's house. Don't worry, Yves isn't here at the moment," Bailey replied, patting my lap. "He's helping Carlisle patch up the shapeshifters."
I closed my eyes, keeping the bad memories out of my head.
"Do they know?" I asked.
"Everything. Sam wants you to stay with Yves until things are sorted out," Bailey admitted. "Embry said that having a sister like you might be fun."
I smiled at that. Despite what wounds I gave him, Embry still thought of me in a friendly way. Ginger and Gene walked in, along with Lyre.
"Still kickin', boss?" Ginger teased, sitting at my feet. I nodded, laughing weakly. We sat in silence for a while, listening to the footsteps approaching the room. The door opened, revealing the woman from the store: Evelyn. She came to me, scooping me in her arms. My coven left to give us privacy. Evelyn sobbed into my shoulder, calling me all sorts of pet names.
"I knew I saw your eyes open, baby girl! I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough to take you back from Yves," she blubbered, running her fingers through my hair. I was happy that she had faith in the existence of my life so I hugged her back. She pulled away, smiling a pure smile.
"How old are you now? Four hundred?" she asked, chuckling awkwardly.
"Add nine years to that and you're good," I corrected.
We spent that afternoon talking, getting to know each other better. I learned that Evelyn preferred to be called Mom and that she loved trinkets and knickknacks hence the reason why she ran a souvenir shop. Another is that she's immortal due to the fact that she's a forest nymph. Mom found Yves in the forest she was monitoring. He was injured and she nursed him back to health. They fell in love and had me. Apparently, Yves dropped me off in Europe so no one in his pack would be able to kill me because of my forbidden existence. It didn't change what I thought of him.
"Are you well enough to visit Sam and the others?" Mom asked, rubbing my back. I nodded, wincing when I lifted my leg. I got up nonetheless and went downstairs.
"You're fully healed, Yalena?"
Yves sat in the living room, tending to his wounded leg. I just ignored him and headed towards the door. I was about to go until he called my name.
"You're right," he said. "I do deserve it."
Yves hobbled over to me and gave me a hug. "Just know that I'm happy that you're here even if you aren't knowing that I'm alive."
There was no use in shunning him; he would just be overly persistent and annoying. It didn't mean that I had to like him, though. I hugged him back, full force. He grunted and I grinned.
"I forgive you, but I still don't like you," I said. He chuckled and kissed my forehead.
"Fair enough." I went out of the house, feeling oddly incomplete.