A.N. I own nothing. I'm bringing in "some" evil characters. Just in case you were wondering, Leah's over 100 years old. Not sure exactly what her exact age is, but she is defiantly older then 150 years old. Pictures of Leah and Paul's necklaces are on profile.
"Are you all right?" Asked my "brother" Edward from the doorframe.
"Yes, of course." I answered back all to quickly.
"Course you are." He said while he made his way to sit on what was left of my bed, "You're thinking about him again." He stated rather then questioned.
I stood quiet and looked up at the white ceiling trying to hold back my tears. It hurt thinking about him, but I couldn't help it. No one could, well those that have been through what I've been through. It's one of the worse, wait scratch that. It was the worse burden that came with being a vampire.
While you lived forever, you had to watch and know that everyone you know and loved died. That feeling just felt horrible. As much as I'm an immortal and indestructible being, the sad truth made me week and vulnerable. It made me feel week from the inside, and it ate at me everyday. It felt like…. Like your being murdered in every possible way imagined. You can feel the pain, but… yet you won't die. The pain is not ending, and it never will. It feels like that, like a horrible and painful wound that refuses to heal.
However to no avail, my tears of poison fell down my face. I hated the fact that things turned out to be this way. That on this day of every year I get like this.
With a huge sigh, I herd Edward get up from the bed and move toward me. He wrapped his unnaturally cold arms around me. I couldn't feel it though, seeing as I was the same way, but to any human being they would find it unnatural. I barred my head in his chest while he rubbed my back in a comforting gesture.
"You can't keep this up." He whispered, but I was able to here it any how, "Your only hurting yourself."
"I can't help it. I should've been there for him! If I wasn't such a cowered… I could've saved him! He would be here right now! He wouldn't… he…he…he wouldn't-"
"Be dead." He finished flatly.
I just cried harder and held him even tighter. "Why? Why wasn't I there for him?"
"You didn't want to hurt him." He replied like he said this a thousand times. Which he probably did?
"Screw it!" I screamed while I pushed him hard against his chest making him stumble back a few feet, "What the hell was the point of that? Didn't want to hurt him! Fuck I killed him! I killed him without even being near him, damit!"
"It wasn't your fault that he died! You had no control over it!" He shouted back.
"Wasn't my fault? If I hadn't killed their family, he would still be alive!"
"You couldn't control yourself! Besides they deserved it and you know it!"
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You don't know a dam thing about what happened that night!" I screamed and tried to run out the room, but he blocked me from doing so.
"Admit it! Admit it dam it! They deserved it! They deserved to die! You and I both know you enjoyed killing them!"
"No!"
I ran the other way to get as far away from him as possible. I didn't want to here it.
"No what? No you won't admit it? Or no you didn't enjoy getting revenge on those fuckers!"
"Shut the hell up!"
"No! Not in till you say the truth! You enjoyed it!" He said while he blocked me again, "You enjoyed it! You enjoyed sucking the life out of both of them! You loved knowing that you were getting your revenge on them after all they did!"
He continued to shout at me. I started grabbing things and throwing them at him. Books, movies, lambs, anything I can my hands on.
"You know you enjoyed drinking their blood. You looked knowing that you would be the one to end them! You loved knowing that you were able to inflict that much pain on them, after all they did. For beating you, raping you, and for taking your son away from you!" He screamed even louder. His shouts and his screams were hurting my ears, to the point that I had to cover them, but to no avail, it did nothing.
"Face it you took revenge on them and you enjoyed it! Face it you're a killer!"
"I know!" I screamed off the top of my lungs, "Yes I enjoyed it!"
I ran up to him and hit him strait in the face.
"Yes I enjoyed killing them! Yes, I enjoyed sucking the life out of them! Yes I enjoyed knowing that I was hurting them after all those years! Yes I loved knowing that I was getting revenge on them! Yes I loved it, I enjoyed it! And yes I'm a killer! Is that what you wanted to here?"
I was breathing heavily now. My fist were clenching and unclenching, and my teeth were gritted against each other.
"Yes." He said with amused smile on his face.
I punched him square in the face, "Mother Fucker!"
Then he started laughing like a maniac, well more like the Joker from batman. It just infuriated me more. I started kicking and punching him more and more and doing it harder and harder. Still, he laughed. I didn't realize it, but I started growling at him. I then grabbed him by the wrist and swung him across the room.
When he finally finished laughing, he looked up at me with a huge goofy grin on his face. "Now that's the anger I've been waiting to see. That's the anger of a killer."
He got up then and wiped the dust off his jeans, "You know if you let more of that anger go, you would probably be able to kill more people to satisfies that hunger of yours." He said with a smirk.
All I could do was glare at him.
"I hate you."
"Love you to sister." Then just like that he walked away, "Oh by the way you better finish packing because were getting ready to leave." He said from down the haul.
I rolled my eyes and started packing again. Subconsciously I grabbed my dream catcher necklace from underneath my shirt. I held it tightly, cause it was one of the few surviving things I had left of my son. I had given him the same one when he turned 9.
I brought it to my lips, and kissed it. "Happy birthday Paul."
A.N. What did you think? Next chapters going to be a flashback that will just show and tell you what they are talking about. Well part of it any way. Please review. =D