And i am not good enough

 

IN THE EYES OF DAMON

 

 

    His words were tinged with hate. I could not help what my mother had done to him, no one could. I never balmed him for taking her life, i just needed to find my own way and decide my fate. I chose to be a light heart, dark angel... theyre all the same. I know deep in the depths of my soul that i would be slaughtered like my mother. Perhaps by Nolan, perhaps by her. I swayed my hair out of my eyes veiw to look at her. Tall, lean, like a goddess. her face had light angular cheek bones, her eyes such a pure blue, at this moment i wondered if she knew how beautiful she was. Her lips were like to peachy rose petals and her hair a dark stream of black. She would be a great poem. Basking in the glory of her beauty. My brother did not deserve to touch his lips to hers, nor do i. Being permanently dead serves him right. Such beauty is only to be observed. God, i cant believe my own thoughts im a babbling fool like my father. my father, my brother, my father the words circled in my mind and it all came back to me the silver dagger lined in bronze and gold. The platinum blade and the pool of crimson blood my mother layed in. her red eyes glazed over to a burnt pink her flesh more grey then ever and blood upon her lips. she was dead by the hands of Nolan and by the conscious of Taylor. My family though they think they are saints, are not as they seem.

 

    I shall admit I felt Taylors death, something only supernatural brothers did.It did not pain me i felt relief. I knew hed turn on the beauty standing before me, and stab her in the back as Nolan had once done to the one he claimed to love. My thoughts slowly grew thin and like fog slowly drifted away. Her pale blue eyes stared at me. i could tell she was trying to find the words i thought. If she picked up on them shed know my intent was good. In a way i hoped for her to learn who i am, but in the same instant i dont want to grow closer to her. The closer i become the more vulnerable i become. I must remain strong for her she will change the future, for that i am willing to die.

 

   She spoke cooly to me and with an edgy tone to nolan, "we ALL shall return to camp, if you are to much of a baby nolan, damon may stay with me." She turned to me and grinned she channeled my brain waves and told me where she wanted to go. I simply nodded, i shall do what she ask of me. I felt as though i was slave to hope, yes, that is what i have become. We reached the camp a subtle light was shining from the fire. The embers burning red and the ash burning an orangish grey. The warmth of the fire caressed my face, but the coolness of my fathers banter left my skin icy cold. Nolan only shrugged in response, he wanted nothing to do with me. I knew this more then i know him.