Cameron stared at me with eyes filled with hate. I swear if eyes could kill I'd be dying from a broken heart.
He jumped up on his feet and stepped over to me. "I did it because I had to."
"Why?"
"I didn't want to do it."
I was about to yell at him. I hate playing games. "Then why did you do it?"
He turned his head away from me. His glare ended up on the floor. "I'm his wolf."
"You're his appetizer?"
He looked up at the ceiling nodding. I started laughing. I should of known that there had to be some reason why he would throw me to the wolves. No pun intended.
I stepped away from Asher and Cameron. As of right now, they were on equal grounds, I guess. I wanted peace from both of them. I mean having two guys in your life is great, but, torture on your conscience. Maybe Asher does this to every female he meets. My eyes flicked over to the blonde haired drop dead gorgeous man with a beautiful smile. I doubt it. I wonder what he sees in me. Most likely, someone else. He has lived for a few hundred years. He probably had a thing for tons of girls, then maybe not. I walked back to the chair, sat down, and stared directly at Asher. There's something about him that's so different from every other vampire in this world. He doesn't seem crude or horrifying. He gives vamps a good name. He should be the poster child for all those vamps out there. He's kind and sweet... and I think that's about it. He sure doesn't look innocent and he's not perfect. If I were into vamps, he'd be my first choice. I'd certainly become his human servant. Well no! No servant jazz for me. The only blood I lose is the blood I shed. No extra voluntary puncture wounds for me. I've had just about enough, thank you.
"Sara?" When I fell back into reality, I noticed that Cameron was kneeling down in front of me and that Asher walked over to the left side of the room. I guess he needed space. Lots and lots of space.
"What?" I knew I came off rude, but I didn't care. It was my time to relax. I had just killed one of the bad guys without a huge bloody fight. That meant something, right?
He put his hand on my leg. I wanted to swat it off, but I didn't. Something was happening to my already screwed up emotions and I honestly didn't like it.
"I wanted to see if you were alright. Are you?"
I looked down into his eyes and felt pity. Could I ever really love Cameron the way he loves me? Was I only trying to fool myself into thinking something actually exists? Has to be. How else could I explain that I wanted him one minute then hated him the next. Maybe it's some type of twisted, screwed up emotion. God! Am I that doomed?
I placed my hand on top of his and moved it off me. I held onto his hand until a loud sound thundered through the thin walls of the circus.
I immediately jumped up from my chair. I pushed Cameron away and headed for the door. I stood beside it feeling magic vibrating down the cooled panel. I raised my hands and placed them on the door. The magic sent shock waves across my skin. The hairs on my arms were standing up straight. It felt like static electricity running through my entire body.
"What's wrong, ma douce mémoire?"
I grabbed his left hand and placed it on the door.
"Feel that?"
His hand immediately popped back. "Yes, it's magic."
"Yeah, I know. The creature must be loose."
I quickly opened the door ignoring the pain. I flung the door back and looked out into the crowed with horror. There in the middle of the seats was a creature the size of a rhino. It had two large silver colored tusks coming from the ridge of its mouth. It had about a dozen large green stained eyes all centered over each other on its oval head. Its body was just like a spider's. The abdomen was flat and round covered with hair. It had about six legs. Each was larger than I was. The creature was huge and ugly. It made loud hissing noises like a snake. Its tongue was long and forked at the end. Saliva and spit ran out of the side of its mouth. The thing was disgusting.
One of its tusks carried a four or five year old little boy. It was poked through his stomach. His body was almost completely torn in half. The boy's face was dark purple. He wasn't screaming, crying, or even breathing. He was dead. Two adults were yelling at the monster. They were within its range of attack.
I immediately ran out to the stairs. My body almost wouldn't cooperate with me. The feel of magic was so strong. I stopped where I was and caught my breath. I tried to step a few feet further, but the magic held me back. I felt like I collided with a brick wall.
I started screaming at Nicole begging for her attention.
"Nicole! Nicole!"
She never noticed. She kept blasting bullets into the creature's body. The monster was heading straight for the mother of the dead boy. I screamed louder. "Nicole!"
She finally heard me. She ran up to me with her gun still pointed at the monster.
I quickly took the gun from her. Her eyes pierced through my glare. She placed her hands on her hips.
"Give me back my gun."
"No. You can't kill it with bullets. It dies from fire or drowning."
She smiled down at me.
"Do you have a flamethrower or something?"
She flashed me her brightest smile. "Of course. I'll be right back."
I didn't even watch her leave. I concentrated on the parents. The woman was being hunted down by the monster. She was headed this way screaming as loud as her lungs would allow. I went into defense mode. I pulled my button up shirt off and removed a knife from my sheath. I closed my eyes as I focused in on the magic. I let if flow over me, take control of me. I stuck out my wrist, counted to three then ran the knife along my skin. Skin tore apart quickly with blood flowing out all the way down to my elbow. The pain stung as I squeezed the wound to get more blood out. I took a deep breath then turned my wrist upside down. A large drop of blood fell against the ground. The monster turned his head towards me. It stopped where it was and watched the blood drop one by one.
I slowly moved back when it started coming closer to me. Its legs moved over the seats like it was walking on the ground. Perfectly, no interruptions.
It walked closer and closer to me as I backed up against the wall. Its eyes were all focused in on me. My body was tense. I was extremely scared. I had no way to kill it if Nicole or Edward didn't hurry up.
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Its feet were inches away. Its tusks were piercing into my sides. My body was perfectly still, afraid that if I move I might lose an intestine or two. The monster's tongue was exploring my body. Its slimy tongue slid across my stomach. It raised my shirt up exposing my belly button. It flicked its tongue in and out of it. It explored more. It lifted its tongue onto my breasts. It soaked my shirt leaving disgusting slime marks across it. The creature moved up closer to me. Its tusks pierced my skin causing me to bleed. The creature sensed it. It opened its mouth and licked the blood off. Its teeth were jagged and uneven, but very sharp. It reminded me of a shark's mouth. Its teeth were about to sink into my skin when Edward started up the flamethrower.
The monster shrieked back from me going over to Edward. Its back end was up in flames. It was burning quickly. Melting the skin away. Nicole was squirting gasoline all around it. The creature turned back to me with its beady eyes. It started running towards me. Cameron and Asher immediately went after it. Both of them grabbed a tusk. Both of the tusks came off simultaneously. Blood and magic poured through the holes.
My head swam with visions of blurred blood. My mind was caked down with drowsiness. The world began to spin again. Everything was disillusioned. I closed my eyes to calm myself. It didn't work. My head bounced off the wall as I passed out. A total and complete sea of harmony flowed in through all of the pain. My mind could only think of one thing. So this is what peace feels like?