Shane's POV
'Rad no!' Jenna screams, her voice full of unshed emotion. 'We can't let her! She's a child!' Jenna continues to thrash in Rad's arms as he wraps them more snugly around her, his own eyes suspiciously full, as he just focuses on keeping his grip and hushing the totally distressed woman.
I stand with Claire watching the fall-out, fuck I've just seen a girl…a child go to become a vampire; and what is like a lethal injection to me is the fact that I didn't even attempt to stop it; I just watched her go. And that thought alone is like a cold shower, hitting every nerve ending in my body, making me feel sick to my very stomach, looking over at Michael I can see he has paled, his skin now almost as ice white as when he himself had took the bite.
'She had no choice though…' Claire murmurs. My eyes look down into Claire's, and I see so much sincerity that I know in my heart of hearts that nothing Claire will say next, is being said just because- for some unfathomable reason Claire has understood something all of us are far too preoccupied to even admit. 'She couldn't hold on…she wants to be free.'
'She's trapped in a house…' Eve says hollowly. 'Never being free unless she has you, and if she's right Jenna then that wouldn't of lasted much longer- maybe this her only option.'
'It was fading. The connection that is.' Myrnin's words catch me off guard, I would have thought they'd have left by now. 'Although your reluctant to admit just how weak the connection was, I myself have felt the tension, somewhat surprising that the energy you possess has enabled you to go on for as long.' He hypothesises.
'She's going to be a vampire!' Jenna brawls. 'How can that even be okay?'
'You had your chance to stop her.' Michael sooths. 'But you said you trusted her.'
'Yeah well I was wrong! She's a child, a child who has been through far too much!' Jenna fumes.
'We know.' Eve acknowledges. 'But she's strong always has been.'
'Always has been? Have you heard yourself? She was raped. Bitten. Parentless. Nearly homeless. No-one cared, that sick bastard who was supposed to be her protector used her, the paedophile was allowed to have rein over her and because he was vamp it was allowed! So don't tell me she's strong, she isn't strong; no she's just used to be used.' Jenna ends on a sob, hiding her face in Rad's shoulder as if it's her escape from the world.
We're all speechless, just staring at Jenna- all trapped in our own pit of self-torture because we knew.
It was years ago now. Miranda at our door bloodied and battered and almost dead. Michael had just gone off to clear up and sort his self out, its only looking back that I see just how strong he was as a vampire, he didn't spiral into a frenzy at the blood, he looked after her. Anyways I'd sent Claire away to look after Michael because one look at Eve said that we were thinking the exact same thing. She had bite marks in her neck, two fresh and about half a dozen that were crusted and healing. It was later that night whilst she slept on the couch that I saw the scarring -bite upon fucking bite that, the bastard had done. But what makes me want scream and punched a wall down in anger is that fact that, that night he raped her. Miranda had made it sound like the perfect first love but no it was nothing like that. The blood wasn't just coming from her head but from the scratches on her back, from the cuts on her arms- he'd ravaged her. Eve had taken her to the bathroom and according to her Miranda was in agony, he ripped her to shreds, never taken the curtesy to make her not feel the agony; and what's the worst part is that we had let her go… I'd woken up the next morning and she was gone and I was too preoccupied with myself to even give the girl a second thought. We'd all just gone on with our lives.
Just looking around me I can see the pain in everyone expression, I can see how each and everyone one of us feels guilty, and not that niggly type of guilt but that guilt which can only be described as stomach-turning. We left her, to look after ourselves. Just so that we could survive- how sick are we?
'Okay enough of this.' Myrnin says bringing an end to our blame circle. 'That is by-the-by now, the girl has made her choice and it is done- she will become one the eternal and that's the end of it but now we have to understand what she meant of Bishop…'
'I think we're going to call it a night…' Rad says awkwardly, now scooping a weeping Jenna into his arms. 'We'll see you in the morning…'
'Yes fine go.' Myrnin says immediately dismissing them, to focus on us.
'Actually...' I say before Myrnin can begin his monologue. 'I think we all need some sleep…'
'Fine. I'll do it myself.' He growls, irritated by the thought of people sleeping in the middle of such a disaster.
'No you too Myrnin.' Jessie says soothingly. 'We'll start again in the morning, okay?' Taking his hand, she leads him down one of the many corridors; neither of them stopping to wish us a good night.
'Well…' Michael sighs. 'Two Thirty in the morning, and I'm wrecked; sleep anyone?'
'Hell yeah!' I laugh.
'Finally!' Claire adds.
'I'm already asleep!' Eve laughs.
We're bumping shoulders, and trying to find some place to lay Annabelle down for the night when I hear the scream.
'Shit.' I breath.
It echoes off every-wall, it finds it place in my heart that I never knew I had; Claire freezes pulling a sobbing Annabelle to her chest trying to ward off her fear. Eve has sunken to the fall, her arms over her eyes. Me and Michael are just staring at one and other. It lasts only seconds but the pain in that scream is horror-filled.
'Oh sweetie…' Eve breathes.
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