21 chapter but really it's 18 because of those author notes.
~Interlude~ ~Alex Wolfe 23~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The breeze whips away my hair from my face, my eyes squint but all I see is fog. Voices behind me yell all sorts of different things about the same thing, but none of them can change my mind. I turn back around, their faces mixed with all varieties of expressions. "Kim you can't find him in this weather just come back inside!" My monster self makes me cough out a growl of anger at my dad. "How do you know, you're not a werewolf like I am!" The breeze-once again-blows my wide collared shirt from my left shoulder covered to it being uncovered. "Kim I don't think you should question the vampires, I've heard they torture the ones that shovew themto the bottom!" Chills run up my body at Garret's comment but I shrug it off, it's just the breeze Kim, just the breeze. "Kim "I've only know you for two days but you shouldn't do this, it's too risky!" Like he hasn't done risky choices for love, too. Wait how do I know that. Did I just read his mind? Might as well use it to my advantage. "Like you haven't done risky choices to be with someone you love!" He gives me a confused glance of questions with no answers. "Kim this is crazy! How do you know he isn't on their side?" Cat yells over the wind, but it quickly picks up again. "I know him Cat, he wouldn't do that with his choices-only their's!" Jerry gets my attendtion with a sound-where no one else can here us but us two. "Kim you shouldn't be thinking what they can't do, more like like what they can. Jack has been there for us but Gregg is very powerful, even though he isn't the vampire king." Jack screamed at them about how he was lying to him since they met-which he has no clue when, so he was saying 'my whole life is a lie' over and over like a curse. "Then what can make Jack more powerful then Gregg?" Our converstation stops with his silence. All their eyes are looking in my direction, just not directly at me. I quickly turn around to face it-nothing like the main characters do in the scary movies. They shudder and stand still like they were going to disappear. Someone gets a grip around me tightly-one I can't escape it's crasp. The five of them scream in horror, they don't know what to do. My dad and Bryce blow up in flames, Jerry hisses and expands his wings in less than five seconds, Cat steps back in the house quickly but some kind of orb of blue pulls her back-out of my vision. "Cat!" I manage to scream out before the figure behind me shoves knives in my stomach, but not just the knives some kind of liquid is with it. Their screams are silenced by something I didn't see.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Get up bitch!" A deep voice yells as a thick whip whacks me on the legs, brusies and blood already in the making. The cold floor under me feels old, like it has been here longer in life than my grandpa George. My body system manages to get up, not as fast as the person wanted me to most likely. My vision fog clears only for me to squit at the figure stand over me. Something shiny and decrotive keeps it's perch on their head. "Now stay here and stay quiet before anyone else has to deal with you." the deep voice says. It could be a hint to stay alive or a problem that has to deal with him. When the figure turns the corner-after locking and slaming my cell like cage shut- I scramble over to to opening. "Wait!" I say only I say it in the way only monsters can hear, but he keeps on walking. The back of their head looks familiar, even with that crown. "Jack!" He turns back around, his face not sure what emotions should place this moment. His pace is quick but not too questionable. "How do you know my name?" His faceis serious, which makes me oddly confused. "What?" Our faces are just inches apart, the bars in the middle. "You know what I said." The crown glows a bright red, as if blood is locked inside. "Tell me!" His hand grips my neck, feeling more pain then I've ever had. My breathes struggles to get out and my neck feels like it's dripping with blood.
"We are in a relationship!" Once I yell that, his grip loosens to let me breathe just a little bit better. "I'm listening." His deep voice demands. Then I think about all the things we've been through. "We work together at Party City, our friends don't know what to think about this, we've watched those cliche movies and when they'd kiss we would throw popcorn at the screen, we both know who's better at bowling between us, our families aren't the best, the clans we are from hate each other, you can play gutiar, your dad sent you to kill me but you didn't." Jack's grip on my neck finally loosens for me to slip out back onto the ground. He doesn't look like he heard what I said but he says something. "Anything else I should know?" My bare feet step forward, scraping against some shards of glass I missed before. Risky choices for love. My fragile hand slips into his, he doesn't rip away. "I love you." The blood in his crown seems to rise slightly, making me question 'what is that really supposed to do?' He seems to be thinking about what is happening, giving me slight bits of hope.
To my horror and despair he pulls his hand back to his side, steping away from me. "I don't love you. Never did. Now get...get away from me." Tears so thick run down his cheeks, but he doesn't say a single word. He walks out my vision, into the shadows. Something bulids inside of me but I have no idea what it is. A voice tells me to turn around, which I do. The full moon is almost clear to the world but a dark and enormous cloud covers it before it can shine through the window to make me shift. It may be sadness...anger...rage...madness. Nothing stops me so I beat against the floor with my fists. WhenI bring them back up for the 20th time they bloody, cement covered and broken. Just like me. A pain forms on my neck, alarming me that the time has come. A liquid forms in my eyes but it sure isn't tears. The liquid is burning my eyes. I pull my hand up to get a puddle of it's source. When I pull it back to see what kind it is, it almost makes me stunned. The puddle in my palm is warm and blood red. I've never seen anything like blood coming from your eyes. In the end...this is Seaford. Anything can happen when you least expect it.
~Interlude~ ~Alex Wolfe 23~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The breeze whips away my hair from my face, my eyes squint but all I see is fog. Voices behind me yell all sorts of different things about the same thing, but none of them can change my mind. I turn back around, their faces mixed with all varieties of expressions. "Kim you can't find him in this weather just come back inside!" My monster self makes me cough out a growl of anger at my dad. "How do you know, you're not a werewolf like I am!" The breeze-once again-blows my wide collared shirt from my left shoulder covered to it being uncovered. "Kim I don't think you should question the vampires, I've heard they torture the ones that shovew themto the bottom!" Chills run up my body at Garret's comment but I shrug it off, it's just the breeze Kim, just the breeze. "Kim "I've only know you for two days but you shouldn't do this, it's too risky!" Like he hasn't done risky choices for love, too. Wait how do I know that. Did I just read his mind? Might as well use it to my advantage. "Like you haven't done risky choices to be with someone you love!" He gives me a confused glance of questions with no answers. "Kim this is crazy! How do you know he isn't on their side?" Cat yells over the wind, but it quickly picks up again. "I know him Cat, he wouldn't do that with his choices-only their's!" Jerry gets my attendtion with a sound-where no one else can here us but us two. "Kim you shouldn't be thinking what they can't do, more like like what they can. Jack has been there for us but Gregg is very powerful, even though he isn't the vampire king." Jack screamed at them about how he was lying to him since they met-which he has no clue when, so he was saying 'my whole life is a lie' over and over like a curse. "Then what can make Jack more powerful then Gregg?" Our converstation stops with his silence. All their eyes are looking in my direction, just not directly at me. I quickly turn around to face it-nothing like the main characters do in the scary movies. They shudder and stand still like they were going to disappear. Someone gets a grip around me tightly-one I can't escape it's crasp. The five of them scream in horror, they don't know what to do. My dad and Bryce blow up in flames, Jerry hisses and expands his wings in less than five seconds, Cat steps back in the house quickly but some kind of orb of blue pulls her back-out of my vision. "Cat!" I manage to scream out before the figure behind me shoves knives in my stomach, but not just the knives some kind of liquid is with it. Their screams are silenced by something I didn't see.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Get up bitch!" A deep voice yells as a thick whip whacks me on the legs, brusies and blood already in the making. The cold floor under me feels old, like it has been here longer in life than my grandpa George. My body system manages to get up, not as fast as the person wanted me to most likely. My vision fog clears only for me to squit at the figure stand over me. Something shiny and decrotive keeps it's perch on their head. "Now stay here and stay quiet before anyone else has to deal with you." the deep voice says. It could be a hint to stay alive or a problem that has to deal with him. When the figure turns the corner-after locking and slaming my cell like cage shut- I scramble over to to opening. "Wait!" I say only I say it in the way only monsters can hear, but he keeps on walking. The back of their head looks familiar, even with that crown. "Jack!" He turns back around, his face not sure what emotions should place this moment. His pace is quick but not too questionable. "How do you know my name?" His faceis serious, which makes me oddly confused. "What?" Our faces are just inches apart, the bars in the middle. "You know what I said." The crown glows a bright red, as if blood is locked inside. "Tell me!" His hand grips my neck, feeling more pain then I've ever had. My breathes struggles to get out and my neck feels like it's dripping with blood.
"We are in a relationship!" Once I yell that, his grip loosens to let me breathe just a little bit better. "I'm listening." His deep voice demands. Then I think about all the things we've been through. "We work together at Party City, our friends don't know what to think about this, we've watched those cliche movies and when they'd kiss we would throw popcorn at the screen, we both know who's better at bowling between us, our families aren't the best, the clans we are from hate each other, you can play gutiar, your dad sent you to kill me but you didn't." Jack's grip on my neck finally loosens for me to slip out back onto the ground. He doesn't look like he heard what I said but he says something. "Anything else I should know?" My bare feet step forward, scraping against some shards of glass I missed before. Risky choices for love. My fragile hand slips into his, he doesn't rip away. "I love you." The blood in his crown seems to rise slightly, making me question 'what is that really supposed to do?' He seems to be thinking about what is happening, giving me slight bits of hope.
To my horror and despair he pulls his hand back to his side, steping away from me. "I don't love you. Never did. Now get...get away from me." Tears so thick run down his cheeks, but he doesn't say a single word. He walks out my vision, into the shadows. Something bulids inside of me but I have no idea what it is. A voice tells me to turn around, which I do. The full moon is almost clear to the world but a dark and enormous cloud covers it before it can shine through the window to make me shift. It may be sadness...anger...rage...madness. Nothing stops me so I beat against the floor with my fists. WhenI bring them back up for the 20th time they bloody, cement covered and broken. Just like me. A pain forms on my neck, alarming me that the time has come. A liquid forms in my eyes but it sure isn't tears. The liquid is burning my eyes. I pull my hand up to get a puddle of it's source. When I pull it back to see what kind it is, it almost makes me stunned. The puddle in my palm is warm and blood red. I've never seen anything like blood coming from your eyes. In the end...this is Seaford. Anything can happen when you least expect it.