Chapter 4: Zane's point of view

I hated being confined upstairs while my love fought for his life, but I was not a fighter and I knew I would just be in the way. I heard a scream and winced. It was the scream of a woman. There were sounds of fighting, a crash, and then silence. For a moment I thought the worst. But then I heard the assailants’ name.  It was Claire.

          I heard Damien and Claire talking. They were speaking about what she was up to when she broke the news of Emily's death. I took in a sharp breath of air. It couldn’t be true, it wasn’t. I was about to run down and help Damien finish her off, but then I heard a car pull into the drive and heard Claire run off. I ran to him and I noticed the cross embedded in his stomach and yanked it out, throwing it aside. I begged my lover to stay put and told him that I knew about Em. I was torn in two.

          As Damien began healing, he clasped my face and vowed revenge. We heard a knock and I went to answer. I told Officer Ashwood everything I knew, and then he began checking Damien’s wounds.

          Damien told Ashwood that he didn’t care what happened to him as long as he got revenge. And then he began to cry. I was amazed, but I knew I was close to tears myself. I put Damien in my lap, cuddling him close. I nuzzled his neck, taking in his wonderful scent. Then I began to cry along with him. I couldn’t hold back the tears as they fell freely from my face. I pulled Damien closer and we sat there for a moment, grieving over our lost daughter.

          Damien and Ashwood began talking, but I spaced out, only focusing on hiding my face in my lovers’ hair. They were making some kind of agreement. Damien said “One small week was all you have,” and Ashwood walked out the door.

          We sat there on the couch for what felt like hours. Damien muttered something about bed and dragged me up off the couch. We trudged upstairs and fell onto our bed. I pulled Damien back into my arms and we fell asleep as the sun rose. We stayed there, seemingly content, until nightfall. I woke up, hungry. Damien was still sleeping, so I sneaked off to the kitchen to find a blood bag.

          I downed it in less than a second, grimacing at the taste. I hated cold blood, but I didn’t like taking from humans without Damien there to stop me. I was still a young vampire and could easily get carried away with my drinking. After that was done, I grabbed one for Damien and headed back upstairs. I knew he'd need one after that fight.

          Damien was sitting up rubbing his weary eyes. “Hey baby.” I greeted, handing him the bag. He pushed it away. “I’m in the mood for fresh blood. Come hunting with me.” At the mention of fresh blood, my stomach gurgled eagerly although I had already had my fill. He heard it and got up to stretch. I went with him to dress, silently pulling on a tee and jeans.

          We left the house and drove to the city. We were looking for homeless or strays walking around. Eventually we found a young woman walking down the sidewalk. She was slim. She had black hair and blue eyes. She was seemed to have just have left work because she was wearing a business suit and her hair was tied up in a tight bun. We quietly walked behind her.     

 

          Damien jumped on the lowest roof in hopes of getting in front of her. We waited until she was out of the street lights and in a dark corner. Damien jumped directly in front of her face and she jumped back, startled. Her heart beat sped up extremely fast and she made to scream. Damien pushed her backwards, to which I caught her and breathed into her face, knocking her out. Damien took this one for himself and then we went off to find one for me.

          We had our fill but I had to force myself to stop. I did it without any help from Damien. He smiled softly, clearly pleased. “Very good, love. You’re getting much better.” _________________________________________________________________________

          When we got back to the house we noticed that the door was broken open. I took a step forward but Damien stopped me, searching with his smell, searching for any real danger.  He nodded, stepping into the house. I followed after a minute. The house didn’t really look much different than when we left, but when we went upstairs there was scribbling on the wall with a message. It was written in blood. To be more specific, it was written in Emily's blood.

You just missed me

          I took in a sharp gasp and tried not to gag or cry. I stumbled back hitting the banister by the stairs. I heard shuffling downstairs and ran down them. It was mostly to get away from the gruesome writing, but I also hoped that it was the little creep who did this. I found Damien by the back door, arms crossed.

          I stood by his side and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Did you go upstairs?” I whispered in his ear.

“No, but I could smell it. I can smell her blood. What was it?”

“Someone, most likely Claire, wrote ‘You just missed me’ in her blood. It was awful.” It was then that I broke down in tears for the second time this week. 

Reviews

[KittyKatgirl]

Naww that's so horrible she would do that. That's cruel torturing them even though her parents were killed by vampires. But this is an amazing chapter and I am really looking forward to reading more :)

[WriterGirl101]

Thanks.. :)