I guess I like writing really short chapters and leaving you guys at these big shocker moments. Don't worry, when Ash finally sees Spencer, I'll make that one long. But this chapter's kinda weird, especially at the end. Again, don't worry, all will be explained. I'll write at least one more chapter tonight, definitely, probably more though. It just gives me that special feeling inside when you guys R&R XD. And I wanna get as much done before I go back to school . Enough talking, ENJOY!
Disclaimer: Fuck the disclaimer.
"Would you back off?!" she yelled, walking extremely fast down the hall.
We had gotten out of the office a minute or so ago, but the entire time I was in there, my thoughts were stuck on the scar on her neck. "Maybe if you weren't so fucking nosey, and didn't read my mind, then we wouldn't be doing this right now!" I screamed back, running to catch up with her. This bitch is fast.
She stopped when I was right behind her and pinned me against the wall. Her hands were on my shoulders, and I had absolutely no chance of getting away. "Maybe you should concentrate on your own life instead of mine," her blue eyes were now completely black. Even the white part was fucking pitch black. "Before I end it."
I shivered. There was no way she would kill me.
"Oh really?" she quickly leaned her head down and I could feel her breath on my neck. "I wouldn't?"
Now, from this position, I had a better view of the scar. It was definitely a bite mark. "Tell me what happened." I demanded.
"Are you honestly worrying about the stupid scar when your life could be ended with one mere touch?" Her left hand moved from my shoulder down to my chest, directly over my heart, which was beating frantically. "You have no idea who I am."
"Then tell me. Give me some answers." I was surprised that I wasn't flipping the fuck out, begging for her to let me go. Damn, I really have changed.
Reluctantly, she pulled away. Next thing I knew we were back in my room; where she first told me I was a vampire.
"My wife, Angela..." she took a deep breath, it looked like she was trying to calm herself down. "I got in a pretty bad fight one day, and when I came back here, I was covered in blood." Her hand started shaking. "They say that when you find the one you're meant to be with, you have an unusually strong craving for their blood. Only the strongest of Gods are supposed to be the ones that can resist the temptation."
"But you're both vampires? Why would she want your blood if you're not human?" She looked up at me, and our eyes locked. The iris of her eyes weren't blue anymore, they were black, just like before, but she looked away quickly.
"I'm not just a vampire, Ashley..." A tremor seemed to go through her entire body. "I lied to you before, when we first met...about the eye color depending on the clan," she locked eyes with me again. "It depends on what you are." Now, I was the one shaking.
"What are you?" I meant to say it louder, but it came out just above a whisper.
She just shook her head, and looked at anything but me.
"Tell me...please..." She shook her head, again. "I don't care what you are!"
"You will." Her voice was unusually raspy.
"No I won't! Just tell me! What are you?! A werewolf?! A vampire?! A fucking angel?! For the love of God, you could be Satan for all I care!"
She looked up at me, and it looked like she was close to tears. "What if I told you I was all four...?" My eyes grew wide, there's no way that I was staring into the eyes of the devil. "Not quite." She gave a slight smile. "The devil no longer exists."
"Why...?" God, looking at her just made me want to fucking start crying.
"I killed him."
