A loud snap makes me pull my head out of the dark water.
It's ninety-six years later- Timothy has just died.
I fell to the ground, not in tears because I can't cry, but in sorrow. On come the dry sobs.
You must avenge him, Amelia! The monster inside my head screamed. And, as usual, I let my instinct control my every action.
I lifted the 12 ton semi off the ground hurled it at Gerald. Gerald was one of the Volturi's old assassins who'd quit and had started to cause trouble. Timothy and I had been sent to destroy him.
Gerald steathlily dodged it.
"I don't want you to have the same fate as Timothy, Ami." He called me by my nick-name because, to tell the truth, we used to be friends. "You're my friend."
He lies! It screamed again.
"You lie!" I hissed.
"How could you ever think of such a thing? They are the liars!" I couldn't fully concentrate on his quick movements as I tried to get a fair shot at him, and I'd been in quarantine for ninety-six years so I wasn't used to thinking. Gerald noticed. "Why can't you see that? Use your brain!"
I shook my head in frustration. I couldn't grasp that Timothy had actually died, and that I was about to, as well.
"I'll spare your life," I tried to make an agreement with Gerald. "If you will… spare mine."
He came to a sudden stop, and so did I. I stared back at him innocently with my red eyes glowing in the dim light of the abandoned garage.
"Ami, you're not one to change your mind so quickly." Gerald remained still and tense.
"You don't know me that well." My expression lifted into a small smile.
"That's true, but you have always been dedicated to Aro. I never thought I'd see the day when you turned on him. And, I just killed your mate; you hate me." He reasoned.
Everything he said didn't register in my mind, but Timothy's death hadn't registered either. As for Aro, that man could disappear from the face of the earth and I wouldn't care. No one but Timothy and I had known about the deal I'd made with Aro years ago, but I couldn't even remember anything.
"Not necessarily," I grinned. A new plan had popped into my head. If Timothy had died, I had the body- so we could burn it, leaving only the arm, and my necklace Aro had given me. They would assume that I had died along with him. It was brilliant, flawless.
"Excuse me for one second." Gerald went over to Timothy's almost lifeless body and ripped it, literally, into shreds then quickly lit it into a foul smelling fire.
This time, I flinched and glared at him. Timothy was truly gone now.
Anger burned inside my chest, it was the first emotion I'd had in a while. Timothy, the man I'd loved for almost a century, had disappeared for good.
"Not necessarily, huh?" Gerald was asking for it now, but acting rashly would get me nowhere.
My teeth snapped together in frustration. "You're impossible!" And with that, I tore off my necklace, threw it into the blaze and sped off to somewhere away from here.
Everything was peaceful. There wasn't a creature stirring in the dead night. I took in a deep breath and inhaled the sweet scent of the firs. I could stay here. I could live here.
Yes. I definitely would. As soon as the sun rose and was instantly fought off by the large clouds, I would set off to the nearest city and buy a relatively large house, deep within the glorious wilderness of Oregon. There, I could enroll in high school, get a job, and hope for a future in college, just like any normal human girl would.
But, of course, I'd have to work on my self control, and maybe start working on letting go of some painful memories.
Brilliant, everything was perfect.
No it's not. The monster, now in a very annoyed tone, mocked. Oh, so now it was a voice in my head. Why hadn't I noticed the complete drop in my sanity before?
Still, I listened to the voice and looked over my plan.
"Oh," I sighed out loud, breaking the serenity.
First, I could enroll in high school because I had no parents. Second, I had no money. Third, who would hire me?
"Frustrated are we?" An all too familiar voice said quietly but smugly.
"Long time no see." I smiled.
