Chapter 25
I growled low as I saw her walk away. During our talking Mr Urial had separated groups of people into heats and they started running. I saw Rebeca walk up to me.
"What's wrong Mich. You just beat her but you look even more pissed than ever," She said.
"She did that just to determine how strong I was, I hate it when people manipulate me," I explained. She nodded, she looked back to Malissa and growled slightly.
"What was that for?" I asked her. She looked back to me and frowned.
"I didn't like the way she was looking at you," She mumbled but I heard it. Probably not as low as Rebeca had intended. I cupped her chin gently.
"You shouldn't worry about it," I whispered. She nodded.
"Hey!" I heard Urial shout over to us.
"I know you just ran really fast but get over here and let's see it again," He said over to me and Rebeca and we went over and class continued like normal... Well almost normal. I didn't make anymore incredible runs and people jeered me for it but I didn't care what they thought.
We headed in and me and Rebeca walked to our next class. It was horrid though. We had one of the three in ever class we had. Like they were keeping an eye on us, observing us. I sighed when me and Rebeca were finally out of class.
"You want to go talk to them, don't you?" She asked.
"But I don't want to leave you," I said.
"I won't be alone, they'd be stupid on a level that they haven't shone if they attacked me in my house," She told me and I nodded.
"I know but still... I just don't have a good feeling about them," I responded.
"How could you?" She asked. I shrugged.
"Go ahead. I'll know if your in trouble," She told me and I nodded. She got in my car.
"I'll pick you up, got your cell?" She asked as I waited by the driver side window.
"Yeah I do," I told her.
"Good. Call when you need a ride," She said and I handed her my keys and she started the car. She gave me a quick kiss before starting off. I sighed and walked over to the group.
"So... Come to join the fold? Malissa has already told me about your performance at the track," Nathan said.
"I'm not here to join you, I'm here to find out what the hell you want from me," I told him. He smiled and chuckled.
"The question is, who are you?" He asked me.
"That doesn't matter," I told him. Of course it matters... the voice trailed to me.
"No it doesn't," I told the voice. Their were no one but me and the group in the parking lot now.
"A voice..." Nathan trailed.
"You should listen to it, you'll live longer," He told me.
"Fuck you," I said and he frowned but smiled.
"How do you think Salina found out about your spicific condition?" He asked me. I had no idea how he knew about that but I wasn't too surprised that he did for some reason.
"I don't know," I said.
"She found it in their archives," I speculated. He smiled and shook his head.
"Nope," He replied.
"How would you know?" I asked growling. He broke out in a grin.
"It's been bouncing around in your girlfreind's head, like marbles in a glass ball," He said.
"I can read minds," He explained. I growled but for some reason believed him, despite not having any reason to do so.
"Did you know that Rebeca is a student of history?" He asked me.
"Yeah... So am I," I told him.
"Vampiric history, she's a student of vampiric history," He explained.
"No," I said.
"She knows all about her people's history. Did she tell you about it?" He asked.
"I'm sure you know that answer," I said bitterly. He smiled.
"Catching on... And she fed you somce bullshit story about the church perscuted her people... That was a lie," He told me.
"I don't believe you," I said flatly.
"Of course you don't," He said, unsuprised.
"But why do you think that the common vampire of myths looks like you and me and not like her?" He asked me.
"Because the church wanted to make themeslves feel safe, so they made us out to be gods that they knew could never exist," I told him.
"But why would the church feed the populace false information if they wanted vampires perscuted?" He asked me.
"Why should I care?" I asked back.
"I bet she can't lie to you. Ask her. How did Salina know what you are?" He said.
"If not for curiosity, hen ask as another conformation of her love. Ask because now, I know your dying to know the answer," He said and they simpily got in their car and left me there. I waited for a few minutes. Thinking. Before I called Rebeca on my cell.
"Mich?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's me. I'm still at the school, could you pick me up?" I asked.
"Of course I can," She said.
"Something is wrong," She added quickly.
"I'll talk about it later," I said and she hung up and I did too. It took about 15 minutes before she got to the parking lot and I got in on the passanger's side of my car.
"What's wrong?" Se asked me. I turned to her and looked streight into her eyes.
"Rebeca. Do you know how Salina found out about who I am?" I asked her. She bit her lip and turned away from me. I took her chin gently and turned her face back to mine.
"Rebeca?" I asked. She still looked down.
"I..." She trailed, she started to cry and threw herself into my arms.
"I told her!" She wailed, sobbing and crying harder.
"You told her to kill me?" I asked her. She stopped sobbing almost immediately and slapped me across the face. For the first time since we had been together she slapped me. It stung bad.
"NO! I didn't tell her to kill you! I just told her that your description matched a few people in our history and then she stormed off to go through the books," She explained to me. I was still getting over the shock of her slap. But I guess that it seemed like I deserved it. I had acused her of trying to get me killed... She had a right to be outraged. But I thought the slap was a bit much.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked her.
"I didn't know for sure," She said, she avirted her eyes.
"But you didn't even mention it and you knew that I wanted to know, you were willing to let Jene do what she did rather than tell me. Why?" I asked.
"Because I didn't want you to be one of them..." She trailed.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because... I had a hint that Salina might have done what she did. Because of the anamosity between us," She said before looking up to me.
"Why is their anomosity?" I asked her.
"Because... Back when our race was a flegling. Our people noticed a diffenence. Some of us were different, white skined, stronger in general... As long as one of our peoples lived, the other did as well. After the Plague. The people were looking for someone to blame. And... Our people hid away and kinda pushed yours into the light. And your kind were persecuted. We didn't know the extent of the persecution. We didn't understand how long our betrayal would be in root, or how hard it would be to remove it, or what your people would do to us. Over time. After the initial shock of being hit by a metaphorical bus your people slid away into the pages of history and we lost track of you and assumed that the Inquisition finished the rest of you off. But we were wrong. We thought you people were dead until Salina found out that one was killing our people under her nose, her own mate. That was about 100 years ago. Slowly. Your people have been showing up under the radar every once and awhile since then. We don't know what to make of it. Some think that it's just a coincidence. Some think that your people were never as weak from the Inquisition as we were led to believe. And some. Think your people are positioning themselves like chess pieces on a board and the time is coming for check mate." She explained to me. I was silent for a while. Taking it all in.
"Mich?" She asked after about 3 minutes of silence.
"Yes Rebeca,"I asked her.
"You don't hate me now do you?" She asked with big puppy dog eyes, but she wasn't doing it on purpose.
"No. I could never hate you," I told her hugging her tight to me. She snuggled against me. If I were in my people's position. I know which I think we were in. Chess pieces, getting ready.
AUTHOR NOTE: Hellos my peeps, readers and loyal readers all. I would like to congragulate you on getting through 25 chapters. HURRAY! Ok now down to business... again... Anyway I was wondering if you thought that the slap was too much, too little or what. I'm not a girl, if you couldn't tell from the way I type and I am looking for feedback on this. And I know that I have at least some girl reviewers. Actually... I'm not sure I have any guy readers....