Enemy, familiar friend
My beginning and my end
Knowing truth
Whispering lies, and it hurts again
What I fearWhat I try
The words I say and what I hide
All the pain; I want it to end
But I want it again
And it finds me
The fight inside is coursing through my veins
And it's raging
The fight inside is breaking me again
It's still the same
Pursuing pain
Isn't worth the light I've gained
We both know how this will end
But I do it again
Chapter 11: Fight Inside (February)
"What's this have to do with me?" The boy said, swirling the blood in his glass. The other man in the room, much more ancient than the boy in the red velvet chair growled at him
"You know the exact reason why it has everything to do with you. Did you get her to drink? The contract she signed, without looking at it, might I add, said that only human blood could pledge her loyalty for a hundred years." He said, pacing around the dark room.
They were in an empty warehouse on the outsides of Italy, and it had been decorated by one of the vampire's schools presidents in a very dark, gothic way. It was a nightclub for vampires. The elite kind.
"She will soon. Her progress is growing in fighting and powers." The boy said after a swig of the red liquid.
"And your powers?" The old man said smirking.
The boy gave him a chilling smile, "What I say is law, isn't it?"
I hissed and dodged another jab from my attacker. He counteracted by sweeping my legs under me from which I jumped. His arm caught me squarely in the chest pushing me to the floor. I darted into a standing position, my arm striking him in the jaw.
He fell to the ground, not moving. I tensed; ready for another surprise attack when he jumped on me. I threw him off and he grabbed my arm and tossed me on the floor, his teeth at my throat. Lost again.
In a fluid motion, he stood up and put his hand out. I brushed it away angrily, standing easily and straightening my ponytail. Matthew smirked at me, his hair not a strand out of place. Simply mouth-watering. I shook my head, clearing it of his mischievous face; I knew that by the seriousness of his eyes he was an outside force. Not one to be toyed with. Unattainable.
"Have you tasted any good stuff yet?" He asked, his boyish grin lighting his features.
My eyes were cold when I looked at him. I hadn't forgotten about his "making me taste the future" ruse yet. If I had a possible good side, he should work very hard to reach it. I doubted human blood was the future for me, anyway.
"Don't be so icy and, what's the phrase? Holier than thou? Human blood is the way to go. If you want to be on the winning side, that is." He advised me. I scoffed at him.
"I doubt that I'll ever drink human blood. No matter if it is the future. Or if it's the winning side's drink or whatever you say about it. And I do not have a holier than thou attitude. " I said. He was in front of me in a second.
"Don't be so stubborn. Many before you have learned that your darkest desires and temptations will lead you to great things." He whispered. His sweet breath smelt of clean, cold winter days. I backed away quickly, wanting to be away from him. I was marching out the door when I heard his voice call out.
"Don't forget tomorrow's assembly! We're the main event!"
I stopped and turned but he was already gone.
It was very late in the night when I finally returned to my dorm. I had been practicing with my electricity, which is what the Volturi classified it as, and had been worn out and need of a drink.
I walked into the kitchen. Right into a war zone.
"You didn't have to tell them anything!" Violet shrieked; her back to me. A very distraught Francesca looked as if she was crying. Of course, no real tears came out.
"I didn't I swear! That wasn't me!" Francesca cried. Violet growled but suddenly whipped around and set her eyes on me. She pinned me to the wall, and hissed. I was too stunned to move. This wasn't my friend; she had the burning red eyes that alerted me and features rearranged to that of a monster.
I reacted in the only way I knew how. I shocked her. She hissed and tore her arms away from me.
"You're going to kill me like Oren? I heard you interrogated her? Or should I say tortured?" Violet spat at me. What? She knew my secret deal with the Volturi? They would kill us both before she even told us both. She must've been there, and let go because all the others had been killed. Not by my hand, but for the blood thirsty guard and Matthew. I shuddered, thinking of that particular experience.
Violet sped away, and her growling could be heard from her room even downstairs. Francesca looked at me dejectedly.
"You betrayed us?" Francesca asked, her voice broken. I wanted to shake my head, protest that it had been against my will, but I just stared at her in that same broken manor.
"Please don't hate me. I know you'll never understand the reasons why, but please don't hate me." I whispered. I knew she could hear it. Francesca, Ayden, Violet and I had formed some sort of group with each other and seemed to back each other up most times. I had a wrenching feeling that would never happen again. We would never feel that closeness as friends. I clenched my fists and stormed out of the building.
The horizon was a beautiful purple with streaks of pink and blue, but soon the dark gray clouds covered it, blocking my view from the magnificent sunrise. I entered the building where I had my practices with Matthew not five hours ago. I don't know why I came here but I had to hit something, to feel something buckle in the weight of my hit.
Like all things I tore up in that time, my decisions had caused my friend to feel pain. I made a choice then. No matter what I did, I would always be on the right side. Even if the Volturi didn't like it. I would make little things happen to set off their plan. And somehow, in the end, I would succeed. Even if it killed me.
It's kind of short, I know but I plan to have more real soon! Love? Hate? Review!
~Macyn Cullen~