And…next chapter up. I'll try to finish up this little period of flashbacks as quickly as possible.
Don't worry, We'll be getting back to all of the drama with Dietrich and Esther soon enough.
For now, we need to know why Ion is the way he is.
Okay, enjoy!
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Chapter ElevenFirst Memories, pt 2
Even though it seemed ludicrous, even in his own mind, Ion and Lea became pretty good friends. Lea was his first friend and vice-versa. For now, both were content with one another's presence.
At first, Ion didn't understand what it meant to have a friend.
Did it mean he was always eager to see her?
Did it mean he spent most of his waking hours thinking about her?
Did it mean he would die of agony if anything happened to her?
Did it mean…he always felt strangely elated when he was around her?
No. He knew this was no longer a friendship for him.
Ion Fortuna had fallen in love, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.
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Ion only leaned back against the wall now, his eyes half lidded and his mind foggy. All he could do was continue to relive these memories. The very ones that tormented him.
He closed his eyes and tried to breath evenly. She was here, and very much alive.
Why, though?
…Why him…?
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Lea had fallen in love with Ion as well. She had no idea about his true identity. He never told her.
He planned to keep it a secret.
That, and his true feelings.
He never noticed how thirsty he was.
He didn't pay attention to the steady throbbing in his sides.
He ignored the stabbing pains in his throat.
He tried his best to suppress his lustful craving for the crimson liquid.
But that was a feat that no vampire could ever hope to achieve. He had been holding it off for far too long, thinking that if he ignored it, it would simply vanish.
It did not, of course, but that didn't stop him from trying.
Everything was downhill from there. Everything was rolling away and out of control before he could reach it. No matter how far he reached, he knew it was too late. The wicked side of him had prevailed and taken over. His body only sought after blood, now.
He somehow knew what was going to happen before he did it.
He grabbed her shoulders, pinning her to a wall. Her green eyes widened with shock and confusion.
One hand remained pinning her down, while the other reached for her neck. Feeling her pulse. A disgusting smirk twisted his features. Even Lea niw saw that he was no longer the Ion she knew and loved.
"Ion, what—" Her sentence was cut short by her own gasp of pain.
His fangs pierced deeply into the girl's neck. Her struggles weakened as he drained more from her. Her eyes dimmed and her skin took on a gray pallor. Lea was clutching on to the last threads of her life.
Then her legs could no longer support her. She collapsed under her own weight, but Ion held her up, his jaws still clamped firmly on the flesh of her neck.
When he finally realized what he was doing, it was too late.
He knew she was dead.
He stepped backwards away from her body, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth in disgust.
With that, he was gone, leaving the body of his fallen love crumpled on the ground.
After that day, he made a vow to himself, and swore never to break it.
He would never attack a human again for their blood. Even if it meant his own death by starvation, he would never kill another human for his own thirst.
With that, he knew he had to leave this town, and move somewhere far, far, away, where nobody could ever find him…
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Lea watched him intently. Good. He obviously remembered everything now.
That stupid creature would pay dearly for taking her normal life away. He would pay so much, she would make sure he had nothing left to give.
She would take everything from him.
"But first," she murmured to herself, tapping the small, rectangular photograph in the yearbook, "I'll need to remove his friends."
She frowned as she leafed through the yearbook.
It obviously wasn't hers. It was the yearbook from last year. The from cover was battered and scratched. She had managed to wrangle it from some random kid passing by. Her frown deepening, she continued to search the photographs, finding nothing.
"He must have a friend here," she muttered, "or he wouldn't have been waiting for someone."
She scowled now. This was ever so frustrating.
She heard footsteps, and quickly leapt up to hide. You could never be too careful, especially in her case.
There were two girls, giggling and talking.
"….Well I heard they're going out."
"No way! He's only been here, like, one day!"
"Yeah, but they are awfully close already…"
"I still don't know who you're talking about."
"Trust me, you'll be surprised when you hear it."
"Of come on, whoever might be dating that hottie, Ion Fortuna, must go down."
'Dating?' Lea only wondered. 'Yes, if he is indeed dating someone, they must go down.'
"I know, really. Well, you know that redhead? What's-her-name, I forgot. Anyways, they've got a ton of classes together."
"Oh my God! Esther Blanchett? She's in my first period!"
"Seriously?"
"Yes!"
The girls began whispering and giggling ans they continued on their way down the hall.
Lea was already in action, flipping through the yearbook.
"Found you" she hissed aloud.
Sure enough, there she was. A pale-skinned blue eyed girl with hair as red as blood.
"You're mine, girl," she snarled under her breath, "you're mine."
A gentle gust of wind turned the pages in the yearbook. A neatly scrawled passage caught her attention. When she read the name of who wrote it, her eyes widened and she clenched her teeth. Her face then immediately relaxed as soon as she saw the cell phone number there.
Lea flipped out her cell phone, hands shaking slightly, and sent a text message. She leaned back against the wall, her breathing heavier than usual.
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Esther's eyes were wide, her heart racing.
"Who would send this?" She asked aloud. "Why?"
Of course, no one answered her.
She gave her aching head a violent shake. Wow. That really helped her headache.
Maybe she was just going insane. It could have been a prank after all. Her phone lay discarded on the floor. She lay sprawled out on her bed, staring at the ceiling.
She was still too afraid to reply to the message.
To afraid to do anything but lie there and stare, waiting for her heart rate to decrease.
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Sorry peoples, I've been lazy. XD I've been playing my DS a lot lately, so sorry to those who were waiting on this story!
Alright, we're done with the flashbacks, yay! I don't like writing flashbacks, but sometimes, they are necessary.
Please read and review! ;3