I was frozen in time. Trevor, my gothic prince, my lover, the best boyfriend I've ever had, watched my parents and Brendan's get slaughtered? It just didn't make sense. My head was spinning. Was this what Trevor was trying to tell me since day one?
"How do you know?" I asked my voice small.
"How do you think I got these?" Brendan opened his mouth and I saw them. A pair of fangs. This boy was a vampire.
I fell silent. The Rogue vampire attack would explain Aaron being a vampire but it made no sense. Why kill innocent people and the King and Queen of the Pure Bloods, my parents? Unless they were hoping to my own brother to betray me. But my parents were Aaron's as well.
I was so confused. Was Aaron going to betray me and try to kill me? Was Trevor working with them? Was Brendan working with them? Were the Rogues planning to end the Pure Blood line for good?
Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing!" I looked at Trevor and Brendan. Trevor's face was contorted with sadness, fear, hatred and fury. The sadness and fear was probably because he thought he was going to lose me. The hatred and fury was probably for Brendan. Brendan's face was also contorted in fear but that was probably because he thought Trevor was going to kill him.
"Lily..." Trevor whispered and I frowned at his voice. "I'm sorry..."
"Shove it, Trevor." I snarled and Trevor seemed to get even more afraid and sad.
"Don't be mad at me... I was afraid to tell you because I thought I'd lose you..." He trailed off.
"Well you did anyhow." I said then took off running before Trevor or Brendan could say anything.
I had no idea where I was going, but did I really care? Nope. I was angry. Very angry at that. But I still loved Trevor. No matter how mad I was at him, I probably would always love him.
I slowed to a walk then eventually I just stopped. It was almost morning. I had to find shelter and soon. I looked around and noticed a cabin looking shelter. "That should work." I said to myself and I began to walk towards it. I felt as if someone was watching me.
Just then a strong wing kicked up and my wings unfurled themselves which caused me to wince as they jarred my shoulder blades. 'Fuck.' I thought to myself as I struggled to close my sixteen foot black as night wings. Eventually the wind stopped and my wings closed on their own.
I got to the door of the cabin and I kicked it open. I didn't even bother to find out if it was unlocked, which it was. I found that out after I entered the cabin.
I still had a feeling that someone was watching me but I shut the door on those feelings and locked it.
I took off my bag and put it on the counter. I had to hurry and find some place I could sleep so the light wouldn't get to me.
'The bathroom shouldn't have any windows. Take your bag with you and use it as a pillow.' My conscious whispered. I picked up my back and tried to find the bathroom. I found it after about two minutes of searching. My conscious was right. It didn't have any windows. I went into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I placed my back onto the floor and laid down. I took my broken picture frame out of the bag and I put it by me and made sure it was facing me. I laid my head down onto my bag and after counting sheep for about an hour or two, I finally fell asleep.