Chapter 14

I stared wide-eyed at my friend. Her normal warm, inviting gaze had turned to an icy, dark-purple glare. Her face was twisted by cruel features that the Alice I knew didn't possess.

"Alice?" I asked again.

"Of course it's me you twit," she spat.

I recoiled at the acidy of her tone. This was not my Alice. My Alice was kind and gentle; she was my best friend ever since I could remember.

She befriended me, comforted me when I was scared, made me smile when all I wanted to do was cry…she made me feel like I might belong somewhere. The Alice standing in front of me wasn't the Alice I knew and loved. This was a new, cold monster.

"What are you doing here?" I breathed.

Her face twisted into a cruel smile. It made me shiver slightly.

"Why…I'm here for the games," she answered. "I am after all the Mother of Vampires."

"Excuse me?" I asked panic rising within me.

She smiled at me, revealing very sharp fangs. A slow, evil chuckle started to shake through her as she looked at me.

"Exactly what I said," she answered. "I was born over 1,000 years ago. It was the year 1002. I was just a young girl working for a local apothecary. The people of my village believed her to be a witch, concocting potions to poison them all. Little did they know that I was the one doing all of that. I was the one that was experimenting with her potions and medicines. I was looking for a way to live forever. I did eventually; however, it created this lust for blood deep within me. Soon, I began to notice changes in my appearance. My eyes began to turn a deep purple, my skin began to pale, and my teeth began to grow in length and become sharp."

She gestured to herself as she spoke, smiling to give a better few of her fangs.

"One day, I attacked my own brother, relishing on the salty taste of his hot blood as it ran down my throat. I changed him that day. That's when I decided to gather an army of what I called vampyrus or drinker of life (A/N: I just made that word up!!!), which was soon translated to vampires. My brother, however, didn't want to share my dream. He didn't want to kill or even drink blood. So he left; that's how the different clans came to be. Isn't that right Chris?"

I turned around to see Chris standing there. His expression was the same as mine. He calmly walked past me and up to Alice. He looked down at her, his face going blank.

"I thought you were dead," I heard him whisper.

Alice threw her head back, letting out a cackle. When her face came back into view, it was filled with a mocking horror.

"Me? Dead? Do you honestly think I would die like that?" she asked.

"Like how?" I heard Abel ask. He came into view beside me. "How were you to die?"

"Well," Alice began. "This group of humans called the Von Helsing's didn't share the same vision as me. So they began to develop ways to get rid of us. There is only one way to do that."

"How?" I asked quietly.

"We must have our hearts ripped from our chests," Alice answered.

"And I saw your own heart ripped out," Chris piped.

"I was heartless to begin with," Alice replied.

She now turned back to me, her eyes darkening. Alice slowly began to walk towards me.

"And you got in the way of my plans," she snarled.

"What?!" we all asked in unison.

"Yes," she growled. "She is the prophesized child: the one who would bring my down fall. It was made by a dying pregnant woman. She said that when a child with hair as red as blood and eyes that shown like emeralds would be born and destroy all that I had created. So for centuries I searched for such a child. And that's when I found you. I saw you being born so I went and killed your mother and father after your birth. I went to the nursery to find you had disappeared. The scent of my brother was everywhere. I followed your scent and found he had dumped you off at an orphanage."

I looked over at Chris and saw nothing but a blank stare. I turned back to Alice, urging her to continue.

"So I decided to make a potion that reverted me back to the childhood age of 2 and placed myself amongst the other children."

I stood there, looking at Alice. Her words played through my head like a broken record.

"You killed my parents?" I whispered.

"Yes you idiot," she snapped.

I felt a burning anger build up inside me. With a low growl, I lanced myself through the air at her. Alice fell under my weight and we began to roll around in a fury of limbs, growls, hisses, and snarls. I felt Alice's claws sink into the soft flesh of my hip. I hissed and rolled away from her, springing back up in a crouch.

Blood was dripping from a wound above my eyes, blinding me. I wiped away the blood, not noticing Alice creeping up from behind me. I looked back up, a surprised gasp escaping my lips. Alice roared as she leapt for me. I closed my eyes, putting my arms over my head protectively.

Instead of feeling claws or fangs, I felt a dead weight fall on me. I looked up to see none other than Raven standing in front of me, a red mass in her hand. I looked back at Alice to see a large, gaping hole in her back.

"Thank you Raven," I heard Chris say.

"You're welcome…Father."

A/N: Ha ha!!! Another twist and the plot thinkens!!!