Hey guys, so here is chapter four. YAY. Thanks for all the amazing reviews, I love the support. The start of this chapter was a little forced but then it started writing itself again. So please review and let me know if I made any mistake or ways that I could improve. If you think it's bad like I do, just tell me. Anywayy, start reading :D

Chapter 4:

When I woke in the morning, Will wasn't next to me. I could smell food coming from outside the door but I didn't want to go outside and face him. Last night had been too embarrassing, I sighed, flopping back into the large white pillow, pulling the thick brown blanket up over my head. I still couldn't believe I told him about the stupid tingles. My face flushed bright red as I remembered last night's conversation. My stomach growled just as I heard a knock on the door, I looked over to see the large white door open slightly and Will slip in carrying a large tray full of food. He had a large smile on his face and I eyed him suspiciously.

"Thought you might be hungry," he said, before putting the tray down on my lap. I would have been angry if it wasn't for the fact that I was hungry. I tried to remember the last time I ate, while digging into the large plate of bacon, eggs and toast. Once I had finished, I got out of bed, picking up the tray and taking it to the kitchen. The room was large and open plan, an island bench was located in the middle of the room with benches around the outside. I walked over to the sink and washed the plates, searching for the right cupboards to put them in. Once putting everything away I sighed and leant against the bench. I knew Will was there, watching me.

"Do all warriors have the star scar?" I asked, the question had been bugging me all night. I didn't understand anything about being a perfect, or what scars meant. To me it seemed cruel that people got something burned onto their skin at birth. I looked up at his face, taking in the perfection I had never really observed. His hair had grown slightly; it now just brushed his shoulders at the back. His hair was a golden blonde, which really brought out the green of his eyes. As he walked over to stand next to me, I realised how tall he was. I was short, maybe five foot three, I guess it also proved I wasn't related to my parents, they were tall people.

"No," he said, shaking his head. This confused me; I thought people born as warriors had a star.

"But you said people with stars were born to be warriors?" I questioned him, turning my head to stare out the kitchen window.

"They aren't born with it, they are given it. A classic warrior scar has seven spikes in it, ours has six."

"So does that mean, the hybrid/vampire warriors have a six pointed scar?" I asked, looking down at my wrist. I didn't want to be different, I wanted to be normal.

"No, hybrid/vampires have the same scar as warriors" he said, looking away from my face.

"Then why do you have the same scar as me?" I asked confused. If he was a vampire warrior, why did his scar only have six points instead of seven?

"It doesn't matter," he said, walking off. I grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. He turned back around almost standing on me.

"It matters to me." I said, looking up into his green eyes, pleading him with mine. I looked down; red ran its way across my cheeks as I hid behind my black curls.

"It's because.." he trailed off, "it really doesn't matter." I looked up at him, starting to get pissed off.

"Will, it matters to me, so please tell me." I said sternly, curiosity and confusion blazed through my head. Why would he have the same scar as me if he was made a vampire, he was different to me. I heard him sigh and felt him lead me into another room. I was so preoccupied I wasn't even registering where we were going. When I came back from my thoughts, we had almost reached a couch where I assumed he was leading me. We were in a room I hadn't seen before. The large cream walls held old looking portraits, the fireplace in the middle of the left wall was blazing and the couches around it looked warm and soft. When we reached the couch, he sat down, pulling me down with him. I flopped down, sitting so close to him our shoulders touched.

"It's because I am like you." He said, and I looked up at him confused, like me?

"How?" I asked him,

"There were two children born who were then injected with the killing monster. One was you and one was me. You are the stolen child because you disappeared. The monster ate away at my body, almost killing me, that is why they thought you were dead. They thought if a boy almost died a girl most likely would." He looked down; sadness was all over his face. I felt a longing to comfort him, but resisted. The new feelings towards him frightened me.

"Anyway," he continued "Once I grew older, I controlled the monster, and learnt how to use it in a fight. They then decided to experiment more with me, by adding the vampire drug. It tried taking over my body but the monster rejected it. Once again, I almost died but the monster gave in when it felt me dying." I looked at him shocked; he had been through so much. What I didn't understand is how he could remember the pain and transformation and I didn't.

"Why can't I remember anything and you can?" I asked him, looking in his eyes for answers.

"I don't know," He said, looking at me in the eye. I blushed, looking away. I wanted to hit myself, why did I have to keep blushing.

"But, I don't understand. If I am a perfect, why do we have to keep hiding?" I didn't look up at him, keeping my eyes on my lap.

"Because, if they found out you were alive and with me, they'd kill you." My eyes widened, as I looked up to stare out the window. It was bright outside, the sun was shining over a field of flowers, it looked so peaceful and perfect compared to the war going on inside my head.

"w.. why would they kill me?" I asked, the fear coming out through my voice.

"Because together we are too strong."

"How are we too strong?" I asked him, completely bewildered by the whole thing. We were just two people, how could we overthrow a whole army?

"You thought you were bad when you were um.. murdering your parents, you still had control. When the real monster emerges, you don't feel or see anything, you are completely gone from your body. The two of us together would be able to take down hundreds of men as our power grows. That's why.." he trailed off, looking at me, assessing my features to try and read my thoughts. I hated it when he just trailed off mid-sentence.

"Why what?" I asked him, my irritation coming out through my tone. He sighed, relaxing back into the couch more,

"Why I was so shocked when I didn't kill you that day." I looked at him bewildered again.

"What?" I asked, confusion ran through my brain as I tried to process everything he was saying.

"Not only was I completely taken over by the monster, the vampire drug had kicked in as well. The second I saw you, I should have killed you but I didn't. The ruthless killer stopped and I became me again." The monster inside of him, didn't want to kill me? My brain was jammed with thoughts and questions I couldn't get out. Why would it not kill me, if my experience with my parents was only half of what it could have been, how could he have not killed me if he was worse? When I looked up at his face, he seemed to be in as much thought as I was.

We sat there in silence for hours, I didn't know what to say, I was a monster, designed to kill, and now I would be hunted if people found out I was alive.

"Why did you have to save me," I mumbled under my breath. He looked over at me, had he really heard that?

"Because." He said, shaking his head.

"Well that is a pretty pathetic answer," I said, looking up at him, a hint of a smile played on my lips. I saw his mouth twitch but I didn't get a smile. His face went deadly serious and my smile faded.

"We have to leave in a few hours." He said, getting up off the couch.

"Why?" I asked, watching him as he headed towards the kitchen. I got up and followed him, watching as he started gathering food into a bag.

"All of the houses we are staying in are safe houses, either for perfects, such as this one, or for the plains like the previous one. It isn't safe for us to stay here, all houses are monitored and if we want to get to the city safely, we'll have to cover our tracks." I eyed him,

"Do you mean a Perfect city?" He stopped what he was doing, and walked over to me, I felt so small next to him, I looked up as he towered over me.

"I mean the Perfect city, Capital City." My legs went weak from under me and I felt myself fall to the floor, I braced for the hard landing that never came. When I opened my eyes, I was looking straight up into his, in his arms. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he raised me back up onto my feet. I tried to hide the blush on my face, turning away from him so he couldn't see.

"I can't go, not to that city." I was shaking my head, tears threatened to fall but I held them in, there was no reason to cry. I felt his hand on my shoulder, the tingles sparked and spread like wildfire through my body. They just scared me more, I didn't want to go to that place, even if it was where I belonged, mainly; I didn't want to be killed. I felt him turn me around, my vision became cloudy with tears, I tried to hold them in but a few slipped out, running freely down my cheeks. He wiped them away with his thumb, creating more tingles that flew throughout my body.

"Hey, it's okay. I know you're scared but we do have to go." He pulled me into a hug, normally I would pull back at the first show of affection but I couldn't be bothered, I knew that as soon as I entered the city, they would see through all the glamour. I was brought up as one of the plains and I will always be plain. I buried my face into his chest, relaxing my body. When he pulled away, I turned around, red flushed over my face. I walked off, making my way towards the front door. Once I outside, I walked over and lay down in the wet grass, smelling the fresh spring air. I let my body soak up the sun, closing my eyes I lay there, letting my head begin the battle of trying to figure out what was happening. Everything had been a blur, it had happened so fast. I couldn't get my mind over the fact that it had only been four days since I had been left to die by my parents in our tiny village. Everyone I once knew would be dead or fleeing for their lives through the forests. Families would be torn apart and separated, that is how it always went when we had to flee. My old village had been lucky; it had been there for over fifteen years before it got invaded. For the plains, living in one place for fifteen years was a very long time. If you stayed in one place for more than twenty-five years, you were dead. A loud gasp brought be back from my thoughts, I sat up straight, my eyes flying open. I looked around for a second, letting my eyes adjust back to the light. Looking towards the tree line, I saw a boy standing there staring at me, eyes wide. A small girl was poking her head out from behind him, her eyes full of recognition.

"Blake!" she called, running out from behind her brother, sprinting across the field towards me. She jumped in my lap and pushed me backwards, I remembered her from my old village. I was in the same training group as her brother, we were best friends. I looked over towards him, his eyes hesitant. His dark brown hair fell in his eyes and he had cuts down his face. I knew why he was worried, I was a perfect. I felt his little sister hug me tightly around my waist before leaning back to look at me.

"You're so pretty Blakey," She said as her eyes wandered all over my face.

"Thanks Syd," I said, smiling at her. I slowly got up, resting her on the ground before getting up and walking over towards her brother. When I finally approached him, he looked as if he wanted to take a step back, but seemed to resist the urge.

"Hey Ash," I said quietly, smiling at him.

"Wh.. What happened to you?" He asked, his eyes wandering all over my face.

"It's a long story," I grumbled before smiling, hoping it would calm him down. It didn't. I grabbed his arm to pull him towards the house but he pulled it out of my grasp quickly. I looked at him, pleading him to trust me with my eyes.

"Please Ash, I'm still me." I said softly, trying to sooth him.

"You're, you're one of them." He said, shock had taken over his expression, fear in his eyes. I nodded silently, trying to grab his arm once more.

"Please let me explain." I begged, this time he let me tow him towards the house, his little sister following us towards the large front door. I lead him towards the living room area, the only room I knew how to get too. I called out for Will, hoping he would help me, not freak out. The look on Ash's face hit my heart hard; we were meant to be best friends. I lead Ash over to the couch, his sister running along and sitting on his lap after he sat down. Will came in, his face going bleach white at the sight of Ash. Looking over, I saw that Ash's face almost mirrored Wills. I turned to face Will,

"Um.. Will, this is Ash," I smiled, making gestures with my hands, "he was my friend back at my village." I finished, turning to face Ash. "Ash, this is Will, he saved my life." I said, glancing over my shoulder at Will, his face had turned a more normal colour. My eyes met his for a moment before I looked away. I could feel my cheeks going red, breathing in deeply, I tried to keep them a normal colour. I forgot Ash was sitting there, his eyes watching every movement. When I looked up at him, a wave of sadness seemed to pass over his expression. I heard Will clear his throat, and I quickly walked over to him, grabbing his hand and leading back towards the other couch.

"Hello," Will said as we reached the couch, he sat down hard, pulling me down with him. We were sitting close again, I tried to squirm away but he wouldn't let me.

"We can trust them Will," I mumbled under my breath so that only he could hear me.

"You could trust them when you were one of them. You are one of us now; you don't know how they will handle it." He said, I could hear an unfamiliar tone come through in his quiet mumble. Why were Ash and Will acting so weird?

"What happened to you?" Ash asked, his eyes once again analysing my new body. I felt Will stiffen next to me as Ash's eyes traced me up and down. Why was he doing that?

"Nothing happened to me." I said, my eyes holding his steady gaze, my body didn't blush like it did with Will. He gave me a questioning glance,

"So you are telling me you have always looked like that?" He said a hint of fear in his voice.

"Apparently," I nodded, not looking away from his face.

I sat there explaining things to Ash for hours. Will stayed next to me the whole time, sitting as close as he could. I tried to struggle away a few times but he wouldn't let me. I didn't understand him, the way his moods changed so quickly. Eventually Ash just nodded, leaving the room whilst glaring at Will.

"I'm sorry about Ash," I said, looking over at Will, trying not to blush at his intense eyes. "I don't know what has gotten into him." I said, shaking my head at the way he had behaved. Ash had glared at Will the entire time, I didn't know why he was acting that way, it wasn't like the Ash I remembered.

"He's just upset," Will said, rubbing my back of my hand with his thumb. I shivered and he looking at me questionably, I just shook my head.

"I just don't know what he is upset about; he said he was okay with me being a perfect." I said half to myself. I looked down at my hands; they weren't dry anymore, which still shocked me. I still couldn't get used to the way my body was now.

"He loves you, Blake. You have to give him time," Will said, and my eyes widened.

"He does not love me." I said, my voice stern. Ash didn't love me, he was my best friend, or that is what I thought.

"He doesn't love you, or you don't love him?" Will asked, his eyes running over my face.

"Both." I said before getting up, going in search of Ash. After looking around the house for fifteen minutes, I finally found him sitting outside where he had found me. I walked over, dropping down next to him.

"Hey," I said quietly, smiling down at him. His eyes were shut; strands of his dark brown hair brushed his eyelashes. He opened his dark brown eyes, they were large and lined with thick black lashes. He was very attractive, but not as attractive as Will. That thought almost made my eyes widen but I stopped them, not wanting to alarm Ash. I didn't think Will was attractive did I? I couldn't.

"Hi," he mumbled, sitting up next to me. He looked towards me, his eyes widened a tad every time he saw my face.

"Can you please be a bit nicer to Will? He did save my life." I pleaded, hoping he would accept it.

"Why do you want me to be nice to your boyfriend? Look at what he has turned you into!" My eyes widened my boyfriend? I sat there for a moment, unable to say anything. Ash sat there, his eyes trailing up and down my body.

"He's not my boyfriend and I was born like this." I tried to say calmly but the tension in my voice was clear.

"Really, because you two seemed pretty close," he sighed, looking down at his lap, fiddling with a piece of grass. I laughed and he looked at me funny.

"We aren't that close, he is just worried about me being upset." I started picking grass, feeling the wet strands run through my fingers as I ripped them out of the ground. "He, he said he thought you loved me." I looked away, waiting for a blush that never came. Why didn't talking to Ash like that affect me the way it did with Will. I couldn't understand what was happening, I needed to work out what those tingles were and stop them. I head Ash sigh, seeing him shuffle around to face me out of the corner of my eye.

"That's because I do." He said, so softly I almost didn't here.

"But why?" I asked, not wanting to make eye contact.

"You were, are, my best friend Blake, you were, are, so beautiful and you don't even see it. We fought together and the whole time I was so terrified of losing you, I almost couldn't fight myself. After the perfects had left, I came back for you. When I saw that pool of blood on the floor, I thought you were dead and it tore me in half. I come here and see you with some blonde god, and you, you are a perfect, one of them. It almost broke me. I thought you loved me until I saw the way you looked at him." He said, taking a deep breath at the end. I must have looked shocked; my mental war that had died down began again. How did I look at Will?

"What do you mean, the way I look at him?" I said, my brain scrambling to make sense of what he had said. Did I love Ash? The more I asked myself, the more I could only see Ash as my friend, yet it broke my heart thinking that. Did I want to love Ash, or was I just tricking myself into feelings that weren't there.

"The way your eyes blaze and you blush every time he looks at you. I can see it written all over your face. It hurts me because I thought you loved me." He sighed, looking away from my face.

"But I don't love him, I barely know him." I said, trying to convince myself more than anything.

"But you don't love me either." He stated, and I shook my head, ashamed.

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, staring back towards the house. A breeze had picked up and the trees surrounding the house blew gently.

"He loves you, you know." Ash said suddenly. I looked at him, bewildered.

"What?" I said, a shocked and confused look was plastered on my face. "He does not love me."

"Yes he does. You just can't see it." I shook my head, getting up and storming away from him. I did not love Will and he did not love me. I didn't know him, we were merely two people caught up in some screwed up world. Will would leave me soon, I knew it. Just him being with me, risked his life and mine, he had made that clear. If the council found out I was alive and that I had met him, we would both be hunted and I would be killed. I stormed into the bedroom, tears pouring down my eyes. I had to tell Will to leave, to leave me and never come back. I don't know why, but I didn't want him dead either.