Disclaimer: So Stephenie Meyer wrote another Series that is become a movie? Huh... well I knew she wrote something but I didn't know it was supposed to be "Movie worthy" Yeah still not Stephenie Meyer.
Disclaimer Deuce: So Matchbox Twenty has made a lot of music...
Mike's POV
I want her... I need her! My body ached with desire. I love her, that will never change. I need this. What about what I believe? What do I believe? I don't know. I know she makes me happy and I don't want her to leave. She's far too good for me. Even now I don't understand why she wants me. I'm not a vampire anymore... I'm not strong... I'm weak... why? I need to do this I love her and I don't want to lose her... I want her more than anything. My body aches for her. I need her.
The truth was I didn't know how much longer I could hold out on her... and I didn't know if I wanted to.
I loved her and I knew that wouldn't change. She wasn't like all of them. She wasn't like Rosalie who just was a flirt, or Tanya who was simply controlling me. She didn't even need me to be a vampire to be with her. No... it was something else. She loved me too.
I sighed as I began to sweat. I tried to calm myself down but every time I got ramped up more. I loved her. My body wanted her. I wanted her. Why have I even stopped myself? What if she hates my scars. What if she thinks I'm ugly... I'm a broken man, physically. I looked down at my clothed body. I hated long sleeves and pants and yet I wore them all the time... they covered the scars from all my batles... I lost an arm and a leg and now there were scars at my elbow and knee. Even if I didn't have all these scars I didn't have the body everyone else here had. I was in much better shape than I used to be but I wasn't sculpted like any of the guard members... or probably anyone in her tribe.
I was just a teenager a couple years ago... how did this all happen? Just a kid hoping to play music as long as he could... just a boy with a crush... now I'm a boy with a crushing weight on my shoulders... a superhuman boy.
I looked down at my hands, they were soft... why were they still soft? After all the pain in my hands... after all the pain my hands had inflicted... how many lives ended by these hands? I couldn't say... why? Why me?
I stared at the door. I must have stared too hard because I heard a gentle click then the groan of it opening.
"Mike... what are you doing here?" Zuri asked. Screw it... it's time to find out. I rolled up my right sleeve past my elbow to where my arm had X's where my arm was stitched back together.
"Zuri... do you know what this is?" one line went between all the X's it's where my elbow was detached.
"Yes... it's where you were cut." I stifled a laugh. Cut? How about disarmed.
"That's one way to put it... It's my mark... it will never leave me... I'm a broken man Zuri..." her fingers gently traced my scar. I felt disgusted by the whole thing...
"Darling... I love you, nothing will change that." She said looking me in the eye. I gulped.
"Are you sure?" She nodded.
"I haven't shown you this yet..." I said pulling off my zip up hooded sweatshirt. I wore a white WB under it. I was hesitant to remove it because I knew what was under it. Part of the scar was visible where the under shirt didn't cover.
"What is this?" she asked tracing gently with her finger. I pulled the stitching out of my elbow. It had been a while and I took out the annoying stitching, my arm was back together and held in place well... as good as new except for the line around my entire elbow. I was procrastinating.
"You might not want to see this." I warned. She shook her head at me.
"No... you don't get it. I love you, I love all of you and your scars are part of you. I love you darling."
"I'm hideous." I said looking away. She gently guided my face back to her.
"No darling... you're hansom." I took some deep breaths. I turned away from her then slowly pulled off my shirt. She gasped. I couldn't look at her. I nearly jumped when her warm fingers touched my skin but after the initial reaction I stood still. Her fingers traced the large scars up and down my back.
"Wow... what happened?" She asked. She gently turned me around.
"The X, and the stab wound were from Xavier..." I said. I guided her hand to the base of my stomach where more scars were.
"This... is how I was murdered before I was turned... I was knifed to death." her fingers gently traced my scars. A shiver went up my spine as she traced the low scars with her fingers as light as a feather. A shiver went up and down my spine and I couldn't help but shudder. She smiled at me.
"Oh... do you like that?" she asked her fingers coming dangerously close to my belt line. I grumbled under my throat. Screw it.
I grabbed her by the chin and kissed her.
Ivan's POV
He is visiting his old home town. After losing both his brother and sister in the same day. Sentimental fool. Apocalypse wants him though. The area was familiar. Ulrich and I were the ones who picked up Connor, Murphy, and Andrea. Her name caught in my head and pain caught in my chest. I grumbled. Weakness. Let her go, she's dead damn it. Connor stood at the grave sites left for the three of them after their disappearance. He stood in front of his own. The day was dead, overcast, no sound, no wind, just calmness. I can't possibly sneak up on a vampire when it's this quite. So I made no attempt to.
He turned at my intrusion. His eyes danced quickly then turned to anger.
"Ivan... I thought you died... you fucking psychotic freak, I have no idea what she saw in you." I charged at him and he disappeared. I felt a kick at the back of my head and I moved with it spinning back to face him.
"Fucking teleporter." I grumbled.
"Come with me, I can give you power." He growled moving his fingers in to his overcoat.
"I don't want power. I want you dead." He pulled out a blade. I felt my blood run cold. I might be a tracker, but I'd never considered Connor as an assassin. With the ability to teleport he could easily kill me if I can't figure out where he's going first. I let my fingernails grow in to claws.
"That's a new trick." he said unimpressed.
"It's a bit more than that." I took the first step. He disappeared and I spun immediately. I felt the blade buried in my chest before I saw him. Good he plans on torturing me. I clawed at him but only struck air. I tried to swipe after him but felt his blade in my right calf muscle. I swung at him and he disappeared again. Maybe he will be useful to Apocalypse after all. I felt the blade in my shoulder, swung and he was gone again, left thigh. I need to start predicting him, where the hell will he go next? He still hasn't hit my arms. I charge forward blindly with my claws at the ready. I felt the blade in my neck as my claws finally met their marks. I held on waiting for my paralytic venom to take affect. Connor fell to the ground in front of me. I wrapped my fingers around my open neck wound.
"So that's what you meant by a bit more than that." I smiled as I heaved him over my shoulder. I picked up my phone and dialed the number I was given.
"Is it done?"
"Yes."
"Good. Return to us."
"Of course." I answered. Before hanging up the phone.
"Is that your master?" Connor asked, still very paralyzed.
"No... it's our master."
Mike's POV
That was amazing. Did I just we just do that? What if I was bad? What if she didn't like it? I hope she liked it. What if I did something wrong? I probably did something wrong. I did something wrong didn't I?
"What are you thinking hun?" Zuri said sliding her arm down my chest. Did I do something wrong? Was I good? Was I bad? How do I measure that? Do I ask her? Is that inappropriate? Would she tell me the truth if she thought I wasn't good? Would that be good if she lied? Why would she lie? I hope I was good.
"Umm nothing darling." I said awkwardly. She giggled next to me and moved my hand from my side to her bare stomach.
"You were great darling... but you need a better nickname for me... one that doesn't sound so awkward."
"Yeah..." I blushed. She wrapped both arms around me moving closer to me until we were laying only inches away.
"Darling, I love you." she said before leaning in and kissing me. I really did just have sex... Wow...
"Hun... I don't want you to become a vampire ever again." she said honestly.
"What?"
"You don't need to decide right this moment... but... I want you to live out your life with me."
"I... Well... I... umm..." I thought awkwardly. That's a huge commitment she basically asked me to marry her right now. It scared me.
"You don't need to answer it right now... I'm not going anywhere... I know this is a huge decision." Give up the only thing everyone cares about me for for the woman who loves me for everything I am? The idea of spending my life with her... like this fell in to my head and would not get out. Yes... I will... but now is not the time... no... I can't say it now... the time isn't right... Zuri, I'm yours. I walked out of the room and started wandering.
Embry's POV
I sit alone. I can't seem to find the right words. Never the right words. It's never what I want to say. I can't find what I need to say when I need to say it. Sitting here the words come to me. I lost her. My loss of control and she's gone. I knew all along she needed to have sex with me. I couldn't stop myself. Is that true? Could have I stopped myself? Well I believe it might have been physically possible to stop myself... but I wasn't strong enough. I was weak. I don't even know what I was anymore.
She's here but in my heart I know I've lost her. It's just a matter of time. Let's wait and find out. But it hits me. The pain. Everything I've ever planned out. Where did I think I'd be in five years? Did I ever look five years in the future? Foolish boy, I should know it couldn't work out. Who the hell cares where I was in five years, I was going to be with her. That was my fault wasn't it? I always looked ahead, always saw where I'd be and planned, but with Themba I just let myself go because it felt good...
why did I let this happen? Why couldn't I see it wouldn't work? Why didn't she? Because you know you love her, you know she loves you and that is all it takes, the rest are details. I smiled as a tear slipped down my face. The first tear in a long time. Life will work itself out if I just go and do what I need to. What a fool. She'd been pulling away for weeks now and I just ignored it, praying if I did it would go away. Praying? You've never been religious, that's Mike's thing. Ironic how faithful the desperate become? Hoping for a miracle. She was mine. She was my miracle and I just know now I'm waiting for the end... I can't do anything to stop it. I would do anything for her, and now I just smile. I've become a facade hiding my pains behind a mask of calm. And maybe I feel okay sometimes. Maybe I handle it better than I should... but then there are moments like this when I feel my world collapsing around me.
Hey... maybe it's not over. I tell myself foolishly. It's a pipe dream, she's already gone. I'll be okay in public. I'll be okay, I'll survive. But alone maybe I'll allow myself to cry myself to sleep.
I pulled out my acoustic guitar and started strumming. It was a song that had been bouncing around in my head for a while but I was too afraid to say it out loud. It's how I felt.
"So lately, I've been wonderin
Who will be there to take my place
When I'm gone, you'll need love
To light the shadows on your face
If a great wave should fall
It would fall upon us all
And between the sand and stone
Could you make it on your own
If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go." I sang trying not to cry.
"And maybe, I'll find out
The way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days
If a great wave shall fall
It would fall upon us all
Well I hope there's someone out there
Who can bring me back to you
If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go." I breathed deep before continuing.
"Runaway with my heart
Runaway with my hope
Runaway with my love." I brought my voice back down for the next part.
"I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart and your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time
If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go." I bring myself to the powerful ending.
"If I could turn back time
I'll go wherever you will go." I pleaded.
"If I could make you mine
I'll go wherever you will go
I'll go wherever you will go!" I noticed someone was at the door. I pleaded and hoped beyond hope it was Themba hearing my song. I hoped she would realize what she means to me. The door slowly opened and I held out on hope until I saw the arm. It wasn't her. She wouldn't hear my words. I sniffed and wiped away tears as Mike walked in.
"Hey Embry what's up?" He asked as if he hadn't heard the song or seen my tears. He was nice like that.
"Nothing much." I said with an unclear tone. My throat was hoarse from the singing and the tears.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Mike asked. I bit my lip.
"How's everything with Zuri?" I asked begging Mike to change the subject.
"It's good... I... I don't know..."
"What do you mean?" I asked happy to not be talking about me.
"It's... kind of terrifying... leaving your heart for someone else to break." I nodded biting my lip again.
"Yes... it is."
"I keep praying for it... but honestly my prayers are sometimes 'Please don't let her break me.' is that wrong?" Mike asked. I wasn't the person he should come to for faith.
"No... of course not, being afraid of the pain that could come is natural, but you can't possibly let go because you're afraid." I said.
"Why not?" Mike asked honestly.
"Can you picture your life without Zuri? I asked, myself as much as Mike. I pictured my life without Themba. No calls, no words, never seeing her face again... never her touch, never her smile, never her kisses, never the way my heart beats when I see her love me. Wow that was grade A romantic Bull right there. Shut up. See the way she loves you? Ouch...
"But... I don't know... this is all happening so fast... I'm scared of what's happening." Mike said.
"Do you love Zuri?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yes... yes I love Zuri."
"Do you trust Zuri?" I asked.
"Yes. I trust her."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't know."
"Don't let fear stop you from loving who you love. If you trust them... even if you're hurt, in the future you'll look back and be happy it all happened."
"How do you know that?" Mike asked. I sniffed and caught a renegade tear in my eye.
"Because I can honestly say I'm thankful for my relationship with Leah."
Lincoln's POV
I looked up from my work noticing something at the monitor that stood out. A Black sedan. They're here. They were a full block away but I knew the cars of everyone in the cul de sac. One entrance. But not my only exit. Dark sedan's were the usual fair. I'd put cameras as far as two blocks out, and had six escape routes mapped out. But Dominic was sleeping in the other room and Davis and I went way back... hopefully I won't need to resort to that. I removed my heavy jacket and pulled out my beretta checked the clip, full.
The car coasted to a silent stop. I watched it through another monitor built in to my garage no bigger than a nickel. The woman stepped towards the front door but Davis guided her over to the garage door.
"Lisa, this way."
"What if he doesn't know we're here Jack?" She asked. First names only... he's taking this seriously.
"He knows." as he approached the garage I opened the door. Davis and "Lisa" stepped in to the garage and I closed the door behind them. As their eyes adjusted to the darkness I raised the beretta to bare at Davis.
"What the fuck is this?" Lisa nearly yelled. Davis put his hand out to stop her. He didn't say anything but just waited for me. Patience... always patient, that patient bastard.
"I know what I'm working with." I said forcing myself to stay calm but still zeroed in on Davis's forehead.
"No Link, you don't." he said smoothly. I turned my eyes to the woman next to him. Brunette hair, slim figure, attractive. Everything seemed normal about her until you looked in to her eyes. I recognized those eyes. Those weren't a naïve child's eyes.
"So, she's Red." I said as a statement not a question.
"Yes." Davis said. He didn't look shaken, or even worried about the barrel pointed at his forehead.
"So now what?" Red said impatiently. I mirrored her impatience.
"Now you tell me what the... what's going on." I said biting my lip before swearing. Davis smirked a little bit.
"He's here, isn't he?" he said referring to my son.
"Yes." Davis nodded as if understanding.
Lisa "Red" Williams' POV
"He's here isn't he?" Elzam asked.
"Yes." Lincoln Krane responded.
The two of them were having a private conversation in front of me I couldn't understand. It pisses me off. Elzam doesn't seem scared. He's got a gun in his face and he doesn't seem even a little worried.
"Alright Davis, Tell me the truth, what am I working with?"
"I'm not authorized to tell you that." Elzam said smoothly.
"And I'm not authorized to take your BS." He said. Elzam twitched for a moment then his shoulders started to shrug. He was laughing... I don't know if I've ever seen him laugh before.
"Link..."
"You want me to work on this, you want it off the books, and you want no one to know about it. I can deal with that because I've trusted you until now but this is bone, don't try to lie to me." Elzam shook his head again.
"Fine... you win Link... you're not going to believe me."
"Try me."
"Vampire bone." I blinked. He just came out and said it?
"Really? That's what you're going with?"
"Yep." I heard a creak in the door. Immediately the clip slid out of the gun in Krane's hand it slid down his leg then he launched it towards Elzam. Elzam caught it and pocketed it while Lincoln slid it under a heavy coat. The door creaked open slowly. And a little boy walked in rubbing his eyes.
"Daddy?" he asked. Dominic shot Elzam a glance quick and he shook his head. What was that look for.
"Yes Dom?"
"Who are they?" Elzam smiled. Lincoln got down on one knee.
"Don't you remember Uncle Davis?" The little boy looked Elzam for a moment before smiling and running towards him with open arms.
"Uncle Dadis!" To my great surprise Elzam got down and hugged him lifting him in to the air and carrying him on his hip. It was a completely new side of Elzam I'd never seen. He was smiling... I hadn't seen him smile like that as he hugged the boy and leaned away.
"Dadis why is your hair yellow? Why is it long?" he asked pulling on it.
"Ouch, hey!" Elzam said laughing as he pulled the little boys hands off his hair. It was hard to believe this was the same Elzam who wouldn't open up to me or the team. The same cold Elzam.
"I was wondering the same thing, I'm not really feeling the long hair blondy." He looked over at me for a moment staring at him ludicrously.
"Well I'm not him anymore, I'm Jack Elzam... and this is part of my cover."
"Like on my bed?" Dominic asked. I stifled a laugh but Lincoln and Elzam didn't.
"No... it's something different." the little boy seemed afraid. Elzam picked up on it immediately.
"What is it Dom?" He grabbed on to Elzam's shirt clutching it between his fingers.
"I had a bad dream."
"Really? What was it about?" Elzam asked.
"I don't remember." He said getting antsy. Elzam put him down.
"Hey Dom, how about you go inside and start the Incredibles... I'll watch it with you soon." Dominic seemed really happy at this idea and ran inside. The smile on Lincoln's face disappeared as fast as it appeared.
"What the hell was with the gun." Elzam eyed me. What? oh... language? Really?
"My rule." Lincoln said grabbing the gun.
"What rule?" I asked frustrated.
"No loaded guns in the same room as Dominic." I turned to Elzam.
"You knew this rule?" he nodded.
"So... you want me to believe that some blood suckers are going to take over the world and the only way to stop them is making weapons out of their bones to kill them with... you know how crazy that sounds?" Elzam shrugged.
"I can bring proof... we'll return and show you." He shook his head.
"No... I'm not putting Dominic in danger for you."
"Then we'll meet you in a neutral area and take you from there." He said sating Lincoln.
"Deal." he said extending his hand. Elzam grabbed it and shook it. It wasn't until he was shaking Elzam's hand did I see how massive Lincoln was. He wasn't as big as Briggs but he was heavily muscled his hand nearly crushed Elzam, they were the same height but the similarities stopped there. If I had to guess I'd say he was somewhere between Italian and African, shaved head and a stern face.
It was something terribly off about the whole thing. Elzam was completely different, like he wasn't the cold, harsh calculating person I'd only seen. Wrong... I'd seen glimpses of this person but I always thought it was an act. I was determined to find out who he is.
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