Hey everyone! I just want to say thanks so much to everyone who has left a review, followed and added to their favourites. It really means a lot and considering I haven't uploaded in a few days {as a result of being busy and sick with a cold..blegh} I worked really hard on this chapter and I hope you all like it :) By the way, if there are any grammar mistakes or something doesn't sound right, it is most likely due to the fact that I wrote this at 1:30am...so I only finished it a few minutes ago haha :P
Claire's P.O.V -
The sky was a vast expanse of inky blackness, with shining stars and the full moon glowed, casting an ominous glow over Morganville. My shallow, unnecessary breaths formed wispy clouds in front of my face as I walked, high heels clicking on the pavement. After a quick debate with my thoughts, I reached down and pulled them off, throwing the noisy shoes towards an alleyway.
Victor's scent invaded my nostrils once again and I resumed my hunt for him, the silver knife clutched tightly in my burning, bleeding hand. Shane's face flashed through my mind and I fought the urge to collapse on the cold, hard ground and cry, until there were no more tears to shed. Even if I died in the process, which wouldn't even bother me in the slightest, I would avenge his death. Victor would pay, with his own life and I would make him suffer.
I was quickly pulled away from my thoughts, when Victor's scent began to fade. In a blur, I changed directions and ran until his familiar and disgusting stench filled my senses. He was heading towards the borders of Morganville.
'You're not getting away that easily', I thought.
After a moment, I reached the borders and could clearly see each word that covered the large sign, one side welcoming and the other, practically daring people to attempt to escape. My gaze focused on Victor, a silhouette under the moonlight. His long, leather coat lazily drifted sideways from the slight breeze and the hat on his head obscured his face from view. The air around us was thick with hatred and anger.
I gripped the silver knife tighter in my hand, wincing slightly as it cut deep into my palm, my thick blood slowly oozing from the wound. The silver which coated the blade burned my skin and I gritted my teeth, finding myself grateful for the pain. It distracted me from my jumbled thoughts.
"It's such a pity about that human. I'm positive his blood would be exquisite...such a waste", Victor spoke, with a dark chuckle and a shake of his head.
His hat slowly drifted towards the ground, back and forth, side to side, like a snowflake. A growl erupted from my mouth and I crouched, my dress flowing out around my body. For a second, my eyes locked on the golden ring on my finger and an agonizing pain shot through my body, forcing a whimper to flow over my lips. Memories flooded my mind and the building pressure of the pain I felt increased. I had attempted to block out my emotions but they had seeped through the cracks in the wall I had built around them. Shane was dead. He was gone.
"You will die!".
The roar echoed in my ears as my body flew through the air, the blood stained knife sliding from my grip and I blinked, unable to register what had happened. My body hit the pavement hard, scraping my skin which quickly healed but my head hit the ground with a sickening crack. The scent of my own blood filled my nostrils and black dots danced across my vision. I lay still, unable to move or even think clearly over the excruciating pain in my head. The wound was healing slowly and my breathing was ragged, as I waited for the pain to subside.
Victor had caught me when I was engaged in my thoughts, too distracted by my broken heart and the image of Shane's cold, lifeless body. He would not gain that advantage again. With a deep breath, I blinked to clear my vision and pushed myself off of the ground, gaze scanning around me for the knife. When Victor had thrown me through the air, it had fallen from my grip as I was unprepared for the attack.
"Pay attention, Claire. It shall be more enjoyable if you fight back", Victor taunted.
I snarled, an animalistic sound, from deep within me, the source being the monster I had learned to control. A slow smile spread across my face and a bubble of laughter blew across my lips, as I released my inner demon. There was no reason for me to keep control. My cold, dead heart was broken beyond repair inside my chest, a once vital organ, now useless. Victor was much older than me as a vampire, meaning he would be much stronger than me and more clever, when it came to fighting. But, nevertheless, I would thrive to kill him.
"I love you, Shane", I whispered.
My fangs elongated and my vision turned crimson red, the colour of blood. Shane's blood. I could still smell it. It stained my dress and my hands. He was gone. He was dead. It was my fault. The bullets had been meant for me and I wish I could rewind the clock, to before my life crumbled and fell apart. The ring on my left hand glittered softly under the moonlight and I raised it to my lips, placing a soft kiss upon the diamond. Maybe I would join Shane in death.
I turned to face Victor, the breeze swirling my hair around my face and my stained dress lifted with the wind, the soft fabric brushing against my legs. Victor smirked as he lunged towards me and I noticed the shine of the silver knife in his hand. My legs instinctively moved, stepping away from the oncoming path of the blade heading for my chest, but for a moment, I hesitated, thoughts racing around my head. Should I let him kill me? I could be with Shane and escape the pain I felt.
'No, I need to avenge his death. I have to kill Victor for what he has done'.
But it was too late. The blade shone in a threatening manner as it raced towards my chest, aiming for my cold, dead, broken heart.
Whew...well...all I can say is that my mind is f***ed up at times {pardon my language} heh heh. I suppose that's what happens when you stay awake at night just to write but oh well ^_^ Please review!
