Author's Note: Make sure you read Chapter Ten before you read this chapter, because I've posted both in the same day.
A quick recap: Though I was momentarily glad that we all seemed to be on the same page – we knew about Nathan's crimes, we ought to hinder him – I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as I watched my brother drive off towards the woods.
As if there was something out there, and he would come back a changed man.
Chapter Eleven
Without Thinking
[Josh's P.O.V.
As stupid as I felt for behaving the way I had, I also felt relieved that no further damage had been done. Molly was so innocent. I knew that as a vampire, she obviously knew that not all the world was good, but if I could keep her happy, keep her joyful, then I'd done what I could. None of us had mates; we relied on each other for company – for sanity.
I couldn't ignore that lying to my sister was wrong. Even worse, I didn't feel horrible about it. My faith may have been strong, but I was no less affected by temptation than anyone else. I thought that I had it down; I would sin, but I would feel remorse, ask for forgiveness, and resolve to do better next time. But now, without the remorse, I felt like my pleas for forgiveness were pointless.
I parked my car and surveyed the forest as I started to run. The best hunting spots were about seven miles inward, further uphill. I liked big cats – we had discovered, in my early days, that Edward and I couldn't hunt together – it ended in brawls, which Emmett always claimed were funny, but Bella said were just distasteful.
After a couple of minutes of running, I heard the distinct sound of an older, larger car. Most cars of this new century were small and quick, running on hydrogen or electricity. This was at least ten years old, and less efficient.
Against my better instincts, I moved towards the sound, wondering what could be in the woods at this time of night, what I needed to know to stay hidden.
The footsteps immediately ruled out any of my vampire family or friends. It was a male, about sixteen, 130 pounds, and reeking of cologne.
I hadn't noticed the smell of daisies until now – the wind was moving in the opposite direction. There was a shallow hole at the boy's feet – I almost feel the anger radiating from me. Nathan Lancaster was burying his latest victim; Morgan Winters, the girl I had danced with earlier that evening.
Now, utter rage boiled within me; it consumed me. I could barely see, and I had no idea that I was moving, what my body was doing.
My next conscious thoughts registered the dead boy in my grasp.
OOOOOOOOO
What's done cannot be undone.
- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 1, Line 71
Author's Note: I think this scene speaks for itself – tell me about your reactions, what you think. Now that you've read this chapter, I ask again - what is the theme of all of the Shakespeare quotes I've used?
