A/N: Thanks so much to my second reviewer, ArayaShaddix. This chapter's for you!
Bitter Truth
(Lyssia Vida's POV)
After leaving the bash, I didn't quite know what to do. There really wasn't much for me to do. My days always seemed to go like this: wake up, school, hunt, sleep. What was I going to do now that the delicate pattern was shattered? Shattered. I froze in my tracks, sorrow washing over me again.
I walked into Sarah's room She's gone. Good. I thought. Adianna had told me of the warning she gave Sarah the night Dominique told her about the trial. A piece of paper was scattered on the plush blue carpet. I picked it up and looked over it worriedly. She sees the world through the eyes of others/black and white there are no colors/ when she looks upon a shattered youth/ a shattered mirror shows a shattered truth. I flipped the page over, seeing the three words written on the back. "'Midnight; my house." I read. My eyes filled with tears, once again breaking out of the Vida shell I was supposed to know so well. "Adia!" I ran to my eldest sister's room and showed her the paper. Adianna read the note quickly. She cursed, grabbed her knife and jacket, and left the house. When she came back hours later, her eyes were rimmed with red and held a never-ending nightmare. I knew immediately what had happened, and rushed up to my room to cry.
I hadn't seen Sarah since that night, but I still longed for my sister. I shook my head, brushing away all thoughts of my sister's 'death.' Tonight was already wasted, so I saw no problem with going back to my house and falling asleep.
I walked into my bedroom and flicked on a light. Perched on my pillow was a white rose and a note card. 312 Oakdale Drive. The card had Nikolas' aura all over it. Clearly, he left it. But why had he purposefully given me his address?
(Daley Light's POV)
"Wh...what?" I asked with no true understanding. What Mother was saying...how could it be true? The last Light witch was dead...wasn't she?
"Daley...your mother was murdered my the vampire Aubrey when you were very young. Only one year old. Dominique found you and brought you here for me to take care of you. We decided that it would be best for you not to know your birth name until you were ready..." The words seemed to take a load off of Mother...Caryan's mother's chest. But all of that pressure went right to me.
So many thoughts raced through my head...I couldn't even begin to organize them. I rushed out of the house and ran down the street until I came upon an old pathway. I fell at the base of the path, crying. It wasn't until someone walked up behind me that I realized that the roses were...black.
A/N: Well, there you go! R&R! Hahahaha, May 26 SEMI!