A/N: Thanks you guys
Ch. 3
To Kill… Or Be Killed
As I emerge from my scalding hot shower there is a note that lies on my bed with a black rose next to it. Aubrey. Who else would leave such a gift? I smile and sniff the rose. Sweet.
"Sweets to the sweet." I hear his voice say behind me.
I grin and turn to face him; "I thought you'd come visit me today." I look into his eyes and purr my next line, "What I didn't expect is for you to come at such a perfect time." I move my eyes to my towel, wrapped around my still damp body.
His eyes travel down also and then to my lips. I raise my chin, ready for a kiss.
"Thalia…" His lips only centimeters from mine.
I groan, "What." My chin still raised.
"This is not why I'm here." He says backing away.
I sigh and walk over to my dresser, "Then why are you?" I say, not even bothering to turn my head from my reflection. I begin to pull a brush through my long, dark, fine hair.
"You have NO idea how hard it is to talk to you while you are in that." He closes his eyes.
"What else is hard? Aubrey?" I tease. "Alright, I'll change." I swipe my towel off and toss it over to him. I smile at his reaction. Poor Aubrey, I can tell it'd taking every thing he has to stay away. But I'm not going to make it any easier on him. "So why are you here?" I ask again. Changing into some skintight black leather pants and a teal halter-top. Not to shabby I think.
*Not at all shabby in fact, but I must admit I like better what you had on before*. I hear Aubrey say in my mind.
"Is that a fact Aubrey?" I say aloud.
"It's more than a fact. It's the truth." He laughs.
"Alright. This bores me. What do you want?" I reply, tugging on my black knee high boots. Good thing my pants flare at the bottom, or else I'd have to give Aubrey a heart attack taking my pants off and then back on –putting these damn boots on.
"Let's, go for a walk." He takes my hand and leads me outside my house, we walk.
My house is a 3-story mansion that my mother had built 450 years before I was born. My father moved out the day my mother was killed. It's an old Victorian dwelling with a green house that I take great pride in. My roses and gardenias are what make that garden shine.
Literally!
My mother has this one Rose that blooms and never seems to die, it glows too. Also the rose changes colors every so often. I call it "mom". Childish huh?
"What are you thinking?" Aubrey says brining me back to reality.
"Thinking." I mutter, kicking a stone.
He nods. *You miss her* He speaks in my mind.
A tear falls down my face. I let it trail down my cheek and off my chin. The wet streak still shinning in the moonlight. The subject of my mother is just too much. Even after all these years.
"I will find Epione. And when I do…I will crucify her the way she crucified my mother." My voice falters and I am suddenly very angry with myself for letting my guard down in front of Aubrey.
"You don't have to hate the world because of what happened Thalia." He touches my cheek with his free hand. The other still is occupied in a lock with my hand. His eyes look at my feet and crouches to pick something from the earth. "Rosemary, that's for remembrance." He looks to me and smiles, "Pray thee love, remember." He hands the rosemary to me.
"Hamlet." I smile; you can often find us to recite and quote Shakespeare often.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin this; my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Aubrey leaned into me, Romeo and Juliet.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." I smirk.
"Have no saints have lips, and holy palmers too?" Aubrey teases, leaning in towards me.
"Ay pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." I playfully push him away.
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do! They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."
"Then move not while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged." Aubrey hugs me close and kisses me deeply.
"Then have my the sin that they have took." I breathe against his lips, taking a step back.
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again." He grabs me violently and takes my face in his hands as he passionately kisses me again.
I let a slight moan escape my throbbing lips, "You kiss by the book." I whisper.
"And much more." He smiles, ready to lean in for yet another kiss.
"Am I interrupting anything? I, if truth be told, hope not!" We hear Nikolas' taunting voice.
"Do you live to inconvenience me?" I snapped.
His eyebrows rose, "Is that what I am? An inconvenience?" Nikolas said.
I closed my eyes tight. Silently aware that Aubrey still held me in his arms, I kiss him lightly once more before pushing him, reluctantly, away. "Good night, good night. Partying is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow." I sigh.
*See you at Las Noches* Aubrey says in my mind.
We share a look and he vanishes.
I turn to my unexpected visitor, "You left me all hot and heavy, and Aubrey was there, where you had left me." I shrug. "What else was I to do?" I walk off into the direction of Las Noches. Not too far away from where I stand. Aubrey and I had walked pretty far.
"I'm here now." He smirks, taking a step towards me.
I back away, "No Nikolas."
"You DO know that a decision must be made… And soon, Thalia." Nikolas chuckled, "Poor, poor little lost girl. You have no idea what they are saying." He smiled, shaking his head.
I scowl, "Who?"
"It doesn't matter Thalia. A decision has to be made." Nikolas took the rosemary from my hand.
"Says who?" I snatched the rosemary back.
"Why do I sense déjà vu?" He played with my mind.
"What's this you talk about? A decision? Since when am I forced to choose?" I barked, walking towards Las Noches.
Nikolas cut me off, "Your own father wills it so." His smirk made me want to rip his insides out.
"Get away from me." I sneer pushing past him.
"You're going to choose Aubrey aren't you?" Nikolas seemed both hurt and infuriated.
"Why do you want me?" I asked sincerely.
"Who wouldn't?" He answered truthfully.
My eyes looked directly in his, "You just want to be able to tell everyone that YOU changed the mortal legend Thalia." I shook my head in distrust.
"You truly believe that?" He said.
"I don't know what to believe anymore Nikolas. You know that. All I ever go on is the moment. I live each day at a time. I live for today… Not for tomorrow." I close my eyes and head to the doorway of Las Noches.
"You have to choose by your birthday Thalia. Or your father will." Nikolas states. His tone surprises me; it's not the witty Nikolas who speaks to me. It's a confused Nikolas, who has no idea what is to happen with his life.
I stop mid step and turn to face him, "Why?" My voice wavers.
"Epione." He reluctantly answers me, looking to the floor.
"WHY!" I scream louder, no longer holding in my emotions.
My voice must have carried into the nightclub because Risika, Aubrey, and my father ran outside. I see Risika shun Aubrey immediately; they still have bitter rivalry between each other. Now Kristopher and Nissa have joined the small gathering. But nothing prepared me for who stepped out the door next…
"Jessica." I whispered to myself.
Her eyes darted towards me, "What?" She snaps.
I looked to Aubrey, feeling cheated I look away.
"Thalia no. It's not what you think." He says.
Risika scowls at Aubrey, "Are you actually going to believe this creep?" She growled.
My mind is spinning, my body feels weak. Dizziness surrounds me, my vision is blurred, and I find that I am clutching against Nikolas' chest to stay upright.
"Thalia?" Nikolas asks concerned.
"Thalia? What is wrong with her?" Nissa takes my hand; her cool soft touch takes my uneasiness away at once my eyesight is getting clearer by the second. When my vision is back I wish that I had still been slightly blind.
Jessica.
My eyes open wider, "What is going on here? Why is everyone out here? WHY! Why is Nikolas telling me to choose? Why do I feel totally betrayed, by my own father!" I shout.
"It's always been that way for you Thalia. It was a deal made long before you were even born. Epione advised the Vida council of what your mother and I did. We disobeyed all laws of the Silver line Vampires and Vida Witches. Your mother was a Vida witch Thalia, you are… Half Vida. Because of this, you have to choose your side. By your 18th birthday." My father, Jager, says, sadness in his voice.
"I don't understand. You're saying for me to choose to kill vampires or be one? YOU, my father, are saying to choose between killing my kind or being my kind?" I shout.
"Thalia, take it easy. Lets think this out, there must be a way to-"
"Isn't there anything you can do to change this? Why do I have to choose at all?" I say interrupting Nissa's attempt at calming me.
"Now is not the time for discussions Thalia, especially not here. In front of half the silver line." My father scolds me.
"I don't give a f-"
"Thalia!" My father shouts, "When you are ready to speak to me as an ADULT than I will have answers for you." He backs away.
"Things were just FINE the way they were! Help me father! Help me change this!" I wait for his answer. But I get nothing, "Fine. If you choose to defy me…then I choose to defy you." I say walking away from the scene. Risika follows.
"Thalia!" She calls.
I turn to hawk form and fly away.
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A/N: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know what you think! Even the bad stuff because as a writer I do know that I must endure the criticism and negativity to achieve true authorism… lol that's not even a word! Hehe
Thanks guys!
¤Elena¤
Ch. 3
To Kill… Or Be Killed
As I emerge from my scalding hot shower there is a note that lies on my bed with a black rose next to it. Aubrey. Who else would leave such a gift? I smile and sniff the rose. Sweet.
"Sweets to the sweet." I hear his voice say behind me.
I grin and turn to face him; "I thought you'd come visit me today." I look into his eyes and purr my next line, "What I didn't expect is for you to come at such a perfect time." I move my eyes to my towel, wrapped around my still damp body.
His eyes travel down also and then to my lips. I raise my chin, ready for a kiss.
"Thalia…" His lips only centimeters from mine.
I groan, "What." My chin still raised.
"This is not why I'm here." He says backing away.
I sigh and walk over to my dresser, "Then why are you?" I say, not even bothering to turn my head from my reflection. I begin to pull a brush through my long, dark, fine hair.
"You have NO idea how hard it is to talk to you while you are in that." He closes his eyes.
"What else is hard? Aubrey?" I tease. "Alright, I'll change." I swipe my towel off and toss it over to him. I smile at his reaction. Poor Aubrey, I can tell it'd taking every thing he has to stay away. But I'm not going to make it any easier on him. "So why are you here?" I ask again. Changing into some skintight black leather pants and a teal halter-top. Not to shabby I think.
*Not at all shabby in fact, but I must admit I like better what you had on before*. I hear Aubrey say in my mind.
"Is that a fact Aubrey?" I say aloud.
"It's more than a fact. It's the truth." He laughs.
"Alright. This bores me. What do you want?" I reply, tugging on my black knee high boots. Good thing my pants flare at the bottom, or else I'd have to give Aubrey a heart attack taking my pants off and then back on –putting these damn boots on.
"Let's, go for a walk." He takes my hand and leads me outside my house, we walk.
My house is a 3-story mansion that my mother had built 450 years before I was born. My father moved out the day my mother was killed. It's an old Victorian dwelling with a green house that I take great pride in. My roses and gardenias are what make that garden shine.
Literally!
My mother has this one Rose that blooms and never seems to die, it glows too. Also the rose changes colors every so often. I call it "mom". Childish huh?
"What are you thinking?" Aubrey says brining me back to reality.
"Thinking." I mutter, kicking a stone.
He nods. *You miss her* He speaks in my mind.
A tear falls down my face. I let it trail down my cheek and off my chin. The wet streak still shinning in the moonlight. The subject of my mother is just too much. Even after all these years.
"I will find Epione. And when I do…I will crucify her the way she crucified my mother." My voice falters and I am suddenly very angry with myself for letting my guard down in front of Aubrey.
"You don't have to hate the world because of what happened Thalia." He touches my cheek with his free hand. The other still is occupied in a lock with my hand. His eyes look at my feet and crouches to pick something from the earth. "Rosemary, that's for remembrance." He looks to me and smiles, "Pray thee love, remember." He hands the rosemary to me.
"Hamlet." I smile; you can often find us to recite and quote Shakespeare often.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin this; my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Aubrey leaned into me, Romeo and Juliet.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." I smirk.
"Have no saints have lips, and holy palmers too?" Aubrey teases, leaning in towards me.
"Ay pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." I playfully push him away.
"O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do! They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."
"Then move not while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purged." Aubrey hugs me close and kisses me deeply.
"Then have my the sin that they have took." I breathe against his lips, taking a step back.
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again." He grabs me violently and takes my face in his hands as he passionately kisses me again.
I let a slight moan escape my throbbing lips, "You kiss by the book." I whisper.
"And much more." He smiles, ready to lean in for yet another kiss.
"Am I interrupting anything? I, if truth be told, hope not!" We hear Nikolas' taunting voice.
"Do you live to inconvenience me?" I snapped.
His eyebrows rose, "Is that what I am? An inconvenience?" Nikolas said.
I closed my eyes tight. Silently aware that Aubrey still held me in his arms, I kiss him lightly once more before pushing him, reluctantly, away. "Good night, good night. Partying is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow." I sigh.
*See you at Las Noches* Aubrey says in my mind.
We share a look and he vanishes.
I turn to my unexpected visitor, "You left me all hot and heavy, and Aubrey was there, where you had left me." I shrug. "What else was I to do?" I walk off into the direction of Las Noches. Not too far away from where I stand. Aubrey and I had walked pretty far.
"I'm here now." He smirks, taking a step towards me.
I back away, "No Nikolas."
"You DO know that a decision must be made… And soon, Thalia." Nikolas chuckled, "Poor, poor little lost girl. You have no idea what they are saying." He smiled, shaking his head.
I scowl, "Who?"
"It doesn't matter Thalia. A decision has to be made." Nikolas took the rosemary from my hand.
"Says who?" I snatched the rosemary back.
"Why do I sense déjà vu?" He played with my mind.
"What's this you talk about? A decision? Since when am I forced to choose?" I barked, walking towards Las Noches.
Nikolas cut me off, "Your own father wills it so." His smirk made me want to rip his insides out.
"Get away from me." I sneer pushing past him.
"You're going to choose Aubrey aren't you?" Nikolas seemed both hurt and infuriated.
"Why do you want me?" I asked sincerely.
"Who wouldn't?" He answered truthfully.
My eyes looked directly in his, "You just want to be able to tell everyone that YOU changed the mortal legend Thalia." I shook my head in distrust.
"You truly believe that?" He said.
"I don't know what to believe anymore Nikolas. You know that. All I ever go on is the moment. I live each day at a time. I live for today… Not for tomorrow." I close my eyes and head to the doorway of Las Noches.
"You have to choose by your birthday Thalia. Or your father will." Nikolas states. His tone surprises me; it's not the witty Nikolas who speaks to me. It's a confused Nikolas, who has no idea what is to happen with his life.
I stop mid step and turn to face him, "Why?" My voice wavers.
"Epione." He reluctantly answers me, looking to the floor.
"WHY!" I scream louder, no longer holding in my emotions.
My voice must have carried into the nightclub because Risika, Aubrey, and my father ran outside. I see Risika shun Aubrey immediately; they still have bitter rivalry between each other. Now Kristopher and Nissa have joined the small gathering. But nothing prepared me for who stepped out the door next…
"Jessica." I whispered to myself.
Her eyes darted towards me, "What?" She snaps.
I looked to Aubrey, feeling cheated I look away.
"Thalia no. It's not what you think." He says.
Risika scowls at Aubrey, "Are you actually going to believe this creep?" She growled.
My mind is spinning, my body feels weak. Dizziness surrounds me, my vision is blurred, and I find that I am clutching against Nikolas' chest to stay upright.
"Thalia?" Nikolas asks concerned.
"Thalia? What is wrong with her?" Nissa takes my hand; her cool soft touch takes my uneasiness away at once my eyesight is getting clearer by the second. When my vision is back I wish that I had still been slightly blind.
Jessica.
My eyes open wider, "What is going on here? Why is everyone out here? WHY! Why is Nikolas telling me to choose? Why do I feel totally betrayed, by my own father!" I shout.
"It's always been that way for you Thalia. It was a deal made long before you were even born. Epione advised the Vida council of what your mother and I did. We disobeyed all laws of the Silver line Vampires and Vida Witches. Your mother was a Vida witch Thalia, you are… Half Vida. Because of this, you have to choose your side. By your 18th birthday." My father, Jager, says, sadness in his voice.
"I don't understand. You're saying for me to choose to kill vampires or be one? YOU, my father, are saying to choose between killing my kind or being my kind?" I shout.
"Thalia, take it easy. Lets think this out, there must be a way to-"
"Isn't there anything you can do to change this? Why do I have to choose at all?" I say interrupting Nissa's attempt at calming me.
"Now is not the time for discussions Thalia, especially not here. In front of half the silver line." My father scolds me.
"I don't give a f-"
"Thalia!" My father shouts, "When you are ready to speak to me as an ADULT than I will have answers for you." He backs away.
"Things were just FINE the way they were! Help me father! Help me change this!" I wait for his answer. But I get nothing, "Fine. If you choose to defy me…then I choose to defy you." I say walking away from the scene. Risika follows.
"Thalia!" She calls.
I turn to hawk form and fly away.
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A/N: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Let me know what you think! Even the bad stuff because as a writer I do know that I must endure the criticism and negativity to achieve true authorism… lol that's not even a word! Hehe
Thanks guys!
¤Elena¤