Chapter 5:
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Let me tell you something. Being in jail sucks. That's a no brainer, but I just want to emphasize my point. There's nothing to do. Zero. Zilch. The only choice you have is to lie down on your who-knows-what-it's-infested-by cot and count the dirty stains around you. Then you recount them. Because there's nothing else to do. Unless you want to relive memories of you murdering innocents and hear their incessant screams reverberate in your mind, their pleading for you to stop their torment—.
Shut up, I tell myself. Oh no. I'm talking to myself. Does that mean I'm officially crazy? Or does that mean I'm still sane if I'm questioning my sanity?
Stop. Concentrate on other things. I probably have only been in this cell for a few hours, but it feels like years. Each second passes painfully slow. Thankfully the asshole guardians stopped bothering me. They're somewhere else in this building. But I know this rivalry between us isn't over yet, nor is this a truce. A temporary one, perhaps. The worst isn't over yet.
I hear their footsteps long before I see them. They enter, one by one, a fleet of guardians surrounding two Moroi. I am immediately alert, and confused. Why are there so many guardians? Are they here to question me? How? By torture, the method I've both seen and used countless times? Pain, I am not worried about. It is the other possibility that causes fear to reside within me. To most people, the past is the past, no use crying over spilt milk, but not to me. What had I done for these people to be so terrified of me? I'm truly sorry, even though I know it's never going to be enough to compensate for my actions.
While I am staring at the two Moroi, they are staring back at me. Or rather, through me. The brown haired one scrunches his forehead, as if I am a mind-boggling puzzle he had yet to solve. I study him, then come to the realization that he is actually kind of cute. More than cute. He's hot. I could tell he is a carefree soul, without many, if any, worries in this world. I am envious of him. Slightly messy, stylishly mussed hair frames his high cheekbones. He has the most beautiful emerald green eyes I have ever seen. His emotions are obscured within them, as are his thoughts, but I catch a fleeting glimpse of pain. They're are so gorgeous one could easily get lost in their depth. For some strange reason I felt a flutter within me.
I am so immersed in observing him that I didn't hear what he tells the female Moroi. She gasps, drawing my attention to her. Some part of me is reluctant to look away from his mesmerizing eyes, but I shake that weirdness off. She looks at me in very much the same way he had and I squirmed under the intensity of her jade green eyes. What catches my eye is actually the shape of her eyes. It's just like mine. And with that similarity, I notice more. She has almost the exact nose and mouth as me. Heck, we were about the same height. Dang. She could pass off as my sister, if not for our different colored hair.
When she turns towards the male Moroi, curiosity obvious on her face, they have a short conversation referring to me as "she". I am irritated, especially by the way they talk as if I'm not present. I speak my mind.
The brown haired one looks at me, for real this time. His eyes roamed over by body. If I could have blushed, then I would've. My own reaction surprises me. A strange expression crosses his face. I couldn't read what it meant, but a tiny part of me is worried about what he thinks of me. I mentally chastise myself then wipe all emotions off my face.
The girl Moroi speaks to me, introducing them. Ugh. I hate it when people say my full name, not that a lot of people do. I don't know what Mom was thinking of when she named me a name that's just so… so… girly. I see Adrian smiling and I am embarrassed. Had I really said that out loud? Trying to obscure what slipped out, I launch into a speech about myself and my current predicament. I honestly didn't mean to speak so much, and I especially didn't mean to mention Adrian's beautiful eyes, but the words tumbled out of my mouth. One day, I'm going to be the first to die of embarrassment.
When they left, after one last glimpse from Adrian that was burned into my mind, I was left to reflect upon my words. Stupid, stupid. He probably thinks I'm a weirdo if he doesn't already. The rational part of me wonders why I care so much of what he thought. For that, I have no answer.
I did not receive any food, nor any blood, which confused me. I am a killer, but I thought Moroi would be more hospital than that. Maybe they forgot, or my adversary guards "forgot". Either way I didn't care. I don't deserve food, and I'm hungry, not yet. Instead I am satisfied with the few minutes I had with Adrian. There is something about him, something I've never experienced around anyone. It's a nearly forgotten feeling I've never felt since I've been turned. Call mental for being so attached to a stranger, but I with him, I feel safe.
I wish I could see Adrian again.
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