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Chapter 3:
Inner Debates
Lamia POV
They had figured my existence out.
Well, I supposed that it would have happened sooner or later. Why not sooner? Still. Having them know about me just made it all the more . . . displeasing.
Hopefully, when I had my grasp around the one I wanted most . . . it would all be better. It would all seem like it hadn't been for naught.
And I would be able to leave this hell forsaken place I now lodged – a cave of some sort, dirty and grimy, but light-tight all the same.
Just the though of the sun touching my skin . . . it made me shiver. And, believe me when I tell you, I do not shiver at things that are not of great . . . danger.
And, the things dangerous to me? Two things. Just two. No more, and no . . . less.
Oh, you wanted me to list them? Too bad, so sad.
I do not reveal my secrets, ever.
"Hum-de-dum, dum-de-hu-um, I wish for a luu-ute-to-struuum . . ." My trilling, whis-pered song did not much to calm my impatient being—when would night come?
Of course, I knew, my inner clock having tuned itself over the ages, but I still posed the question to myself out of boredom.
Yes, I was bored. And yes, this did happen quite often.
When I was sent out of the Frumos Casă*to find my way in the world until I became an Elder, and joined the Cerc din vechi unul*, I was without my usual distractions.
And so I had sought to entertain myself, to stake my claim on this world. America, of course, was really the only place to start.
I had been her for a year now, and for the first part of it . . . it had been quite, well, bor-ing. Until . . . until I had found the Targets.
Snow had been on the ground in most places – slush here because of all the wet – and I believe it was the tail end of the winter season.
And I had heard them . . . playing.
They were so . . . unnatural.
Denying their very natures, even if those natures were frail and meaningless compared to my own breed, was unthinkable. Even more so than that, it was . . . interesting.
And so my own personal Distracters were Targeted.
Esme POV
We were all on edge, and I hated to see it so. If it were up to me, I would have left this place immediately—but Alice had said she would only follow.
How could my family hope to endure this test?
Jacob POV
I didn't like it. Not one bit.
Not being in this house with all of them – I had long since gotten used to the smell (reek, more like) and it had always been worth it to be here.
Not for them, though I had grown to like them all, if not love (eew) – but for her. My Nessie. Ness, now.
She look to be about fourteen years old (really she was just four), and she was intelligent enough for both of us.
I'm sure other people noticed how pretty she was (especially people her own age), but I just gloried in being around her.
Everything about her . . . she was the planet my sun orbited around.
Most people would think I would see her . . . like that, but, really, I didn't. I was just happy to be around her – to be her best friend.
It had only been four years since she had come into this world (her very existence a miracle), and what wonderful years it had been!
She grew faster than anything I'd ever seen, but her mind grew even faster than her body.
She was magnificent! Glorious! And . . . we were close. She thought of me as her favorite person, I knew. I thought of her as my only person.
I lived because of her.
And . . . and if this threat, this thing even the vampires (I no longer called them names) were afraid, and unsure, to face – well, I would gladly die for my Ness.
I would gladly do anything for her.
Alice POV
I was getting visions of her more often, now.
In one of them, she was in a dark cave, her golden skin illuminating the darkness around her – like a light. She was speaking out loud to herself.
"Lammy, Lammy, Lam. Vo," She giggled, her teeth glinting in the golden light around her, "Lamia Nell!"
Then she frowned, for no obvious reason. "I don't vhike how all of vhem back at de Frumos Casă called me 'Lam.' I mean, even vithout de 'B' at de end, eet is still comparing me to vay pitiful animal! And don't dose vhings only live a miniscule six years or vho? Eet is like de Horse! I, a nine hundred year-old Vampyre vheing compared to de ANIMALS!" She snorted, the air puffing out in a cold cloud. "I von't stand for eet!"
Then she smiled, and opened her mouth to speak again.
But, suddenly, her gaze that had been vacant a moment before, sharpened and she focused on something I couldn't see. A hiss, sharp and more dangerous-sounding than anything I had heard before, escaped her fanged teeth.
Then her hand darted out and returned with a struggling spider, a huge, scaly one, and as the vision faded I saw her smile, her fangs glinting again as she brought the spider to her mouth.
I shuddered violently as I blinked several times, the familiar scenery of my home doing almost nothing to calm me.
I was scared. She . . . she scared me. A lot.
I knew her name now . . . Lamia Nell, but . . .
But what were we going to do?
Lamia POV
It was only a matter of time, I told myself when the sun was close to setting.
Whatever that small, female, dark-haired one had seen with her inner eye, whatever the tall, bronze-haired, male one had heard with his inner ear (how DARE he try to enter my mind!?), it mattered not.
I had had time to think, in my haven of darkness where I waited for the light to go, like the coward it was.
This new development (the Targets realizing my existence), all it served to do was speed up the process of my Mingling, I now knew.
And . . . and I was anticipating it with . . . an almost light, fuzzy feeling. Like excitement, only . . . different, somehow.
Hmmm. I would have to think on this, another time.
But now . . . it was almost time to play.
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4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1!
I stood, a fluid motion, and picked up the boulder that barred my cave from the evil, coward light, with one hand, setting it aside for when I came back just before dawn.
Then I stepped out into the deep, purpley darkness, all of the world ready to greet me.
Tonight, this will all be . . . resolved.
And with that thought, I headed to meet my Prey.
*Beautiful Home
*Circle of ancient one
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