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I am especially excited for this chapter. The dream part of her past is one of the revisions. I decided that instead of the vague description I had originally, to make this scene part of the story because there is no action for a while, so I’m trying to bridge the gap. I thought of this when I started typing the end the night so I just wrote the entire section. Tell me if you think it should have been left out. Oh yeah, for those that know what I mean, I’m sorry for the axel references, but it fits that characters original personality so I had to use it. Enjoy! (But if you don’t, be sure to tell me why so I can fix it)

Chapter 5: the dream


I turned to see Pete. I softened my hard attitude. “I want you to know that it wasn’t your fault Pete” I assured him. “I blackout and spazum like that when the change is just starting exactly a day before the moon is gone and I told you, it lasts a week”
He looked down. “Oh. I thought…I thought I killed you.” He stammered. “I never thanked you for saving my life as well. You could have just left me and pat to die, but you didn’t. You went out of your way to help a total stranger, one of the very same creatures that wrecked your life. Stay with us. I swear on my life I will protect you when you’re weak.”
“You don’t understand!! I could turn into a mindless killing machine as well! Unlike you, as a full vampire I have no self-control! I could kill you and not even recall doing it. I refuse to put more people in danger!!!” I shouted.
“But you wont” he grinned. “Look at your teeth” my hand flew instantly to my mouth to find that Pete was right. My fangs were gone.
I gave in. “fine ill stay. But ill earn my keep. Now that I know ill still have magic, there’s not much you’ll need to protect me from. You know… you have it too.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked in confusion.
“The gift.” I explained. “You must have been born with it. Before you were turned. I saw you use it when you were fighting and craft isn’t common to vampires. Sure the stronger ones have special abilities or weak craft, but abilities are different and your magic level is high. Very unnatural.”
“Will you teach me to use it?” he whispered.
“Only if you trust me”
“I trust you,” he agreed.
“Now…why are we whispering?” I whispered. We both laughed and went to find me a place to crash.
Pete led me to an empty room near the kitchen area and told me that from now on, that room would be my domain. It was perfect. The walls were black and there was a bed and another desk. “Damn, these people like desks,” I noted. First, I used a levitation spell to raise the bed to the ceiling. Sleeping close to the ground makes me feel unnatural and unprotected. Still, the nightmares came often. I always relive that night in my sleep.
Always starting the same, there is no escaping this dull, drear world that I must return to. I remember it was a full moon, the night of my fathers return. The air of the perpetual night was bitter cold, as always, but I was excited. I had just turned 16 (and my family was throwing me a birthday party in the ballroom. All the best-bred clans in the coven were invited but I was anxious to see him, my love, because it was the night we would announce our engagement to my parents. (Yeah I know she’s young here, but that is the way the culture of purebloods is. 16 is when they are pronounced adults and stop physically aging. Vampires age differently than humans. They never get old unless they choose to and a vampire’s body is completely developed at age 16 so it is the ideal physical preference. They continue to age in years and you can see the age in their eyes but they’re body will never change.) He promised to be there but he was late. He had never been late for anything before. Ever. It was like his heart beat as one with whomever he was supposed to meet so he knew when to get them. So I was very worried. My brother, 5 years older than me, somehow knew. He had a knack for that, so we were close.
“It’s your party, don’t be sad, everyone is here for you!” he announced with a goofy grin.
“Everyone but one person…” I murmured, sulking.
“Cheer up I got you something!” he pulled out a small parcel wrapped in chartreuse satin, my favorite color. I took it reluctantly.
“What is it?”
“This is the part where you open it, genius!” he laughed as I stared at it.
“Okay, fine. Here goes…” I pulled away the cloth to reveal an amazingly crafted dagger. The blade was solid wizard gold and the hilt was crafted from the darkest onyx in the shape of a dragon. On the sheath was a message engraved and filled with gold to reveal an ominous message written in many different languages. I could only make out the last line, which I understood, but I couldn’t tell what the specific language was. Maybe it was many or a jumbled mess. Alls I knew was what it meant.
“ecantanolemasquedimuertesinistraakureifor” I read, with the wonder of the words lighting up my voice. “and they sing of the sinister mask of death for all demons to come?” I translated.
“yup, got it memorized?” he asked with a sly smile.
“yes but why? Its just a poem written on a knife for people like dad.”
“it’s important, you may need the whole package someday.” He shrugged, but his cool attitude did not fit with the ominous gift and his bogus superstitious ‘advice’
my mother interrupted before I could ask about it again.
“sweetheart! There you are!!! I've been looking everywhere for you!!!! One of our fellow witches in the coven would like you to meet her son. I know you have him and all, but one dance won’t kill you right?” she exclaimed in the loud showy mood that irritated me. But what could I do? I just yes’ed her and started to awkwardly ‘try’ to dance with that complete stranger.
And that’s when it happened. Out of nowhere, the boy in front of me just collapsed. I jumped back startled, and in shock discovered the thing that killed him. There was a silver blessed knife sticking in his back. My body started to shake as I was caught in the horror. a huge onslaught of the killers rushed into the room.
People began to fall everywhere around me, blood spilling everywhere but I was paralyzed. Screaming overtook all levels of my mind and I soon realized it was my own.
I voice behind me called out.
“RUN!!!!!!!!GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!” my father. Seconds later though, he was gone too, fallen victim to the chaos that threatened to swallow me as well. My legs suddenly regained feeling and I bolted toward the chapel.
Another mob was in there. And the hanging cross fell in a molten mass of flame, blocking my escape. They hadn’t noticed me yet, as they were too interested in their own bonfire. I was about to slip out undetected when I noticed what was so interesting to them.
“MOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” I screamed. They were burning her at the altar. She was screaming in anguish, squirming and twisting away from the flames that consumed her completely, and still she was trying to escape her macabre fate.
Hearing my cry, the mob turned, but I sprinted out the side door. I ran and ran. It seemed like ages passed before I finally stopped and I found myself in the study. It was a long rectangular room walled with books. I huddled in the corner, and started to cry. I heard someone calling me. I answered and a familiar face appeared in the doorway. It was my brother! I cried out in joy that he was alive and he ran to where I was. He made sure I wasn’t hurt. He was still calming me when we heard more voices.
“whatever you do, don’t move! Not until every one is gone.” He told me.
“no!! my-… he was out there!!!!!!!!”
“you can’t go any where right now!”
I jumped up and ran. I ran out side and to the edge of the forest, to our old meeting spot. My love was there just like always, smiling when he saw me. But as I got closer, I noticed something dangerously wrong. He was staggering, not his usual graceful canter. His breaths were heavy and forced.
“oh my god!” I screamed. “who did this?!?!?”
“i….was…….i….” he fell slowly, sinking to the ground and I ran to him, kneeling down on the ground next to him.
“please don’t die!!!!!” it was the last thing I said to him.
“a…silver…bullet…but…I…i…got to….see you” he gasped. I buried my head in his chest. “I… love you.” And he died.
I heard a voice behind me. My brother again.
“ha! I’ve finally found-LOOK OUT!!!!” he tackled me to the ground and the sword stabbed him in the back. I heard the thunk of a dying body a few feet away, and then a soft sigh. I looked up at my brother in horror and his body rolled to the side and hit the ground softly. Blood poured out his mouth.
“run.” He rasped. I nodded fiercely, I had to honor that wish. “got it memorized?”
the words echo as the dream ends. To this day I don’t know what those last words meant, but I still have the dagger.
I woke up in cold sweat, screaming and gasping for breath. Everyone came to see what was wrong, and because I could tell they really cared even though they just met me, I told them the truth about my gruesome past. Pete moved his coffin/cabinet to my room in case I needed anything or just simply someone to be there. I felt safe, like a weight had been lifted and went back to sleep.
Just before I did though, “thanks.” I murmured to Pete.
“I promised didn’t I? Even if I cant help, ill try.”




~KK