Hi everyone! I'm trying to go as fast as I can.
This time, we have only Laguna's pov. And we finally meet Claude.
Let me know what you think! See you - hopefully - tomorrow!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight, only Laguna, Alex and Claude.
NOTE: I still not am a native speaker, and I'm sure it shows. If you feel the need to correct something, don't hesitate to tell me, you'd be doing me a favour!
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Laguna
And so, I ran again. Why? Why was I running? And from what? From the fact that Alex hated Claude.
I sat on the wet grass, my back and head against a tree, eyes closed, my face to the sky from which the rain still fell.
"Why is he so stupid?" I said, voicing the only thought that was running through my mind at the moment, confessing it to the rain. I put my hands on my face, and tried to answer the question, even if it wasn't the real question I was asking myself.
Why does Alex hate Claude? Think about it, Laguna… what is it that Alex hates about Claude? The fact that he is an artist…
I was going to laugh. Alex thought that, being both artists, Claude and I had more things in common, while it wasn't like that. Not for me, at least. The only things we had in common were being artists and vampires.
I had chosen Alex, and with reason. It wasn't that we had been both assassins and had fled a house that had never been a home. You don't love someone only because you have something in common. You love them, period. And Alex should know it.
It wasn't for Claude that I had went against the Moons, that night. It wasn't for Claude that I had tried to exist those last six hundred years. It wasn't for Claude that I wanted to die. It hadn't been his absence that hurt me that much.
It was crystal clear. So, why Alex was acting like that?
I leaned against the tree while the rain started to fall harder. It seemed like it wanted to wash away my every thought and fear.
I was sitting there, enjoying the rain, when a noise, different from the drops of water, made me open my eyes.
Footsteps.
Familiar footsteps.
It wasn't a member of my family or Alex. I didn't expect to hear his footsteps.
Claude De la Croix.
I got up, moving a few steps from the tree, while he got closer, a smile on his face. I could have never called that the face of a man. He told me he had just turned twenty when he was changed, and he still looked like a boy. His dark blond hair, not very short but very wavy, were wet and plastered to his delicate face. I never knew what color his eyes were, but I was used to see them red. No one, back then, had ever tried to go vegetarian like Carlisle.
Claude was wearing a black t-shirt at least two sizes too big, but that, because of the rain, stuck to his thin chest, a pair of faded jeans and sneakers with colourful shoelaces. He looked like he was enjoying this century very much.
"Master", I bent an arm on my chest and lowered my head, as I always did, and he laughed.
"Magdalena… don't be so formal!" he said. Strangely enough, I smiled without thinking. But something in his eyes surprised me. "Did you quarrel with Alexander?" he asked, half-closing eyes too big for an adult. A child's eyes… I thought.
"Why do you think that?" I crossed my arms automatically and glared at him.
"I know he is here, doll. And I find it strange you're not together. I only did the math", he said, with an angelic expression and a shrug.
I sighed. "We had a fight…" I admitted. I couldn't lie to him
"And, instead of fighting, you ran away", he said, nodding. "Yes… it's easier to run, right?"
"I didn't run away", I stiffened.
"I know", he smiled, offering me his hand. "Let's go home, doll".
I took his hand and nodded. "Let's go home".
