CHAPTER 2:
A/N: don't worry I am still working on the blackout, but I just wanted to get the idea of this story out in the open.
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Alistair stood frozen clawed hand over the human as he looked into their eyes.
Hazel eyes. The human had hazel eyes. And the human …was a girl...
His sister had Hazel eyes.
Matilda. Sher was the youngest. She loved to laugh. She played pranks. And now…
Alistair took in an unneeded breath as the girl made a frightened sound beneath him.
"he- he- "The girl stopped speaking as she coughed. A wheezing sound releasing from her lungs.
Alistair twitched.
She needs to die. Was his only thought.
Without care and not gentleness at all Alistair grabbed the girl, ignoring her cries of pain and struggle to breath and approached the water.
I can get rid of her and go back to my life.
With his mind made up, Alistair held the girl by the arm ready to drop her into the cold depths. He would drown her if he had too.
But as he held the girl by her arm, ready to drop her into the dark freezing depths, her wheezing voice and pain filled eyes pleading with him.
"p-please...please..." she begged.
It was then the girl coughed, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Alistair stood there. Holding the young girl by her arm, if he squeezed just a fraction harder, he would shatter the bone. But instead, he just stared at her.
She had dirty, matted hair that looked like it had never been brushed. Running a free hand through his own hair, he realized his was just as dirty. She was covered in dirt and her clothes were ripped and stained. Well, at least of what she had left. She wore overalls, a pink undershirt that was ripped and soaked and no shoes.
Eleanor. He thought again.
Would Alistair do this? Could he do this?
Could he take this young girls life like his creator had done his sisters? He could imagine them screaming. Crying out for him. After his brother dies, Alistair was the family everything. There protector. There provider. It would have been his job to marry his sisters off to good and loving men. But instead, he failed.
He had failed them. Instead, he fell victim to his fathers games. His fathers sick games that lead to his whole family's demise.
Holding back a sob, he gently laid the girl on the ground and back away. His mother and sisters wouldn't want him to do this.
What am I supposed to do? She's obviously sick and dirty. I know somewhat enough about humans to know when somethings just a little off.
Warmth? Wasn't that a need of theirs?
With urgency he made sure the fire was still going and quickly brought the now unconscious girl as close as he could to it.
Her body was freezing cold, and her skin was pale. Almost as pale as his. With his sharp eyes he could see the bruises all over her and the mud caked on to her feet.
Its as if she were running. How old is she?
Alistair sat down on the ground, for the first time in almost forever, he had no idea what to do.
I cant keep her. Its against the rules. The council not to mention the volturi would kill both of us immediately.
I can't do this...maybe I can …maybe I can drop her off somewhere? Leave her at some humans doorstep? No, I can't even do that. she could risk exposing my kind. But then that leads to another question. She smells like a vampire, a human and something else. Something I cant put my finger on. And her scent changes. It bounces back and forth.
"mother…what do I do?" Alistair groaned as he threw himself down on the ground.
Having this…...this child with him has brought a huge dilemma to his once lonely and yet quiet life.
Not to mention she was sick…
Wait! Sick… the child was sick…maybe…maybe he could let her die on her own.
As soon as he thought, Alistair was hit with a memory.
A memory of a neighbor of theirs in his human life.
Flashback:
Alistair had just returned from a hunt. Something of a happy feeling overcoming him as he carried the dead animal on his back.
He smiled because he knew his mother and sisters would be incredibly pleased. His father and brother had been away from home for so long and neither one of them thought about the family's needs. They were always getting caught up in the politics of their homeland that they neglected everything else. So therefore, it was up to Alistair. He didn't mind anyway, he loved to see his mother and sisters happy face.
He almost upon his home when he heard it. The sobbing. A wail like no other. It was the sound of grief.
In an instant he ran towards to the sound. Quick to see what the problem was.
He froze however when he saw his mother holding a crying Matilda. Their neighbor.
"mother?" he called.
His mother looked up her eyes filled with tears.
"oh Alistair! It's horrible…little Iris…she...she's dead."
As soon as the words led her mouth, Matilda cried harder.
Alistair was quick to drop the game and head to the small house that was just a few miles from his own.
On a bed, was young iris. Her eyes closed, skin pale and not breathing.
"she had been sick for a while." The doctor said as he covered her with a sheet.
End flashback
"no…. I can't let that happen…Mother wouldn't want it..." Alistair said to himself as he sat up. The young girl was still unconscious.
With his mind made up, he put on a shirt and dived back into the cold water.
If the girl died in his care fine… but he was at least going to try. He didn't know why but he had to try.