Disclaimer: All original characters from the House of Night books belong to P.C and Kristin Cast but the storyline and new characters belong to myself.
My Version of Burned
Chapter 7
Aphrodite's POV
Some days I seriously wished that I was just a normal human.
Visions were not only a pain in the ass but having to figure out how to deal with them was worse. Normal people wouldn't have to think about stuff like this; their worst problems were forgetting to study for a pop quiz or getting dumped by their boyfriends. Not that I'd ever have that problem 'cause, y'know, I was gorgeous.
But anyway, being a human would beat this crap any day.
No, scratch that, humans sucked.
And to think that I thought when people turned into vampyres, they got more clever. Obviously not the case with Zoey. I mean, I know that she loved him but...y'know.
"Aphrodite?" Zoey whispered outside my door, tapping against the wood lightly.
"For goddess' sake Zoey, you don't have to whisper. We aren't in a freaking church!" I pulled the door open and came face-to-face with a pretty angry looking Z.
"Actually, we kinda do need to whisper," She rolled her eyes at me and jerked her head towards the door opposite mine, "Fledgling's are sleeping. Not everyone can stand sunlight like you humans."
I gasped at her harsh words.
"Firstly, I am not human. If I was human, I would be so much more unattractive and hopeless. And secondly, why the hell are you on your own? Where's arrow boy?" I scolded, crossing my arms across my chest after shutting the door behind her.
"Guess where he is? It's midday and what do vampyres do then, especially red vampyres? Oh yeah, SLEEP!" A different amount of emotions passed through her face; anger, sadness, annoyance and guilt before settling on anger again.
"Calm down Zoey! What's got your panties in such a bunch?" I asked her, already knowing the answer.
"Argh, nothing. Just forget about it." She groaned, slumping down on my bed, her eyes slowly filling with tears.
"Woah, no crying on my designer duvet!" I ordered, going to sit down next to her, "Seriously? What. Is. The. Matter?"
I don't know why I was asking when I was the cause of the answer.
"Well, it's just..." She started. Now, in this situation I could've gone all Aphrodite on her and just said what I knew but she was genuinely upset and I wanted her to tell me herself. Especially since if I upset her even more now then after I told her about my vision, she would be screwed.
"Yes? Spit it out." I encouraged.
"Whenever Stark and I are about to have sex, he falls asleep." She said in a big rush before looking at me worriedly. I just stared at her, my mouth gaping open.
That's what she was upset about?
"What?" Zoey questioned, confused, "You know, you look really unattractive with your mouth hanging open like that."
Shutting it quickly, I rolled my eyes. Like I could ever look unattractive...
"What is it?" Zoey screeched at me, holding my shoulders and shaking me, messing up my hair in the process. If she was overreacting about this then I do not know how she would take the rest.
"Shut up!" I flattened my hair back down before carrying on, "I'm just surprised that you're getting so upset over such a small thing. When you came over, I thought you were gonna say something like you thought Stark was close to dying because he was constantly sleeping, not actually figuring out the truth."
Zoey stared at me, "How did you know that Stark had been falling asleep on me?"
"Hello? Vision girl! Keep up." I snorted at her, "Anyway, Nyx gifted me again when Heath died so you may now call me Beautiful-Amazing-Vision-Dream-Girl."
"Dream girl?" She asked me, serious confusion on her face, "What do you mean...?"
"Come on, you're not that dumb, are you? Remember when you were unconscious after Heath died and I saw you and I was all like, 'It's a dream'? That's because I can now get into people's dreams. Great, right?" I rolled my eyes once again.
"Like Kalona..." Zoey said gently, a few scared tears falling down her face.
"Don't you dare compare me to that ugly bird creature thing!" I yelled at her, seriously offended.
"Okay, but what's this got to do with the Stark and me situation?" She wondered aloud.
"Because I can do more than just get into people's dreams. I can control them too."
She took a deep breath before screaming into my face.
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU'VE GOT? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED DARIUS BUT YOU'VE ALWAYS WANTED STARK INSTEAD! YOU JUST HAD TO TAKE AWAY THE ONE PERSON I LOVED THE MOST SO YOU COULD HAVE HIM FOR YOURSELF! HOW COULD YOU?"
I just sat there, blinking at her.
"I don't love Stark," I told her quietly, "Can you spell ew? That's just sick. The only reason I've been stopping you from having sex with him is because I thought that if you did, you would become pregnant," I pointed to her with my perfectly manicured fingernail, "And because of that baby, a world war would start."
And it was then that she realised the redness in my eyes.
A/N: O dear. Well, this was the second part of the dual narrative chapter and I hoped you liked it. From here on, I'm not really changing it much from the original besides the fact that I will add in the 4 months missing. Love you guys!
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