Early update! Hope you like; much love
Eve's pov
I'm an equal in this; and here he is telling me I can't. We're engaged and still he doesn't want me to fight. I'm not being left at home again; they aren't going to battle without me. It's a mumble in the background because nothing he says will make me not fight.
"Eve listen to me!" His words are sharp. Sharp with love, fear… honour. Yet this makes me feel worse; because I know I can't stay at home, I've been fighting my whole life against everyone- I don't want to be alone. My childhood was just a blur of praying for freedom whilst being under Brandon's torturous grip; he made me the fighter. He deserved his death. He really did; the nights I spend begging for his mercy, he just ignored my pleas. That's when I flipped, sixteen and I became alone… then I found the guys, they aren't doing this alone.
"Michael, I'm going. Claire's going, Shane's going… you're going. I'm not being left behind again, you are not leaving me; either we all go or we all stay here because none of us are worth more. I'm a fighter and that's it." I sound bitter, angry; I soundlike a moody teenager who isn't getting their way, but I don't care because I'm not the one who stays behind- I don't need protected.
His face is set hard, and the guitar seems forgotten; he believed I'd crumble quickly… he was wrong. I don't care what he thinks; I know now is the time to prove I'm a fighter. My parents didn't understand; my brother suffered through my wrong but now I'm going to save my town.
It sounds selfish but I need to know I'm a good person… after everything, I have severe doubt.
Hannah's pov
So; Morganville is at war again. Can't believe I've agreed to fight for them, I hate this town; but how sad is it to say its home. Granma has agreed to; she shouldn't have but well I couldn't stop her. Apparently this time Bishop is going to die; I believe Amelie. He is going to die; with Amelie raising the sword. He killed, he tortured, he ruined so much, we collapsed before but now we stand strong… we have an army.
We trained till the early hours of morning; sun rise early, no clouds barricading the sun. The concrete melting under this heat; the perfect day to stake a murderous vamp. The Clock ticks, but with each move of the second hand, bishop's life gets shorter and shorter… let's hope he isn't prepared and for that he will die.
Claire's pov
His muscles so tense; even in sleep. The sun a comforting blanket over my bed; this day is so perfect but will have a terrifying end. Last night we sat until the very early hours; talking, laughing… together. No-one would have guessed what today will bring. Shane will fight just like his father but, unlike his father's hatred; Shane will fight for the good of this town- he is no longer a hater.
So deep in my daydream, of this perfect day; his fingertips trace patterns all along my spine, weaving complicatedly; I don't want to turn and break this moment… the suns burns, unlike before it was comfort. Slowly I turn to see deep into his chocolate brown eyes; they hold so much love and regret. His regret comes from the past so hollowing and distant. His sister. His mother. His father. Bad luck doesn't even cover it.
But his future is bright. Tonight we will win; even though that means death. Somewhere Bishop will meet his end at the hands of Amelie; then all will be forgotten. Hess and Lowe will go back to their home; the glass house will be safe and finally we can be happy… just like everyone else.
And I can marry Shane; I can celebrate what I lost. But mostly I will find closure in all that has gone wrong. Is that wrong? No.
I don't care what people think because what doesn't kill you makes you stronger even if that means someone else dying.
I'm not cruel. I'm anything but. Yet Morganville teaches one thing… evil needs to be taught its lesson.