Chapter 9 *Ivy POV*
“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” ― Terry Pratchett,
Dream:
My eyes were now darker than ever before. My skin paled, white compared to my tan. Talons grew from my nails, darker veins appeared through my entire region, but I looked like the vampires in Vampire Diaries, and although my teeth never changes, the most monstrous sound my ears have ever heard escaped my thin white shapeless lips. Worse than any sound any creature could make, more piercing than the caw of an hawk, more bone rattling than the roar of a tiger and more terrifying than any sounds your nightmares could ever conjure. The future me took one step and leaped into the air, but it all stopped before I watched the battle of the fallen corrupt the world and take it over. Will I become this thing if I don’t accept my true nature? or Will I be one of them and have no …….
Reality:
Before the dream could finish I was awoken by a very angry Queen. Ugh! When will my parents show up? We stared at each other for what feels like to be an hour until she cleared her throat. I’ve been waiting her for nearly 45 minutes while she processes what the hell she going to say to me. When ten more minutes past I decided to hop in the shower since she taking forever to say something I could get ready for school in the process. Once I was out she was still standing in my room. Going through my closet was a hassle until I found the perfect outfit; I wore a black skinny jeans, tank top, leather jacket and my combat boots. Just after I got dresses she pushed me up against the wall.
“You have been my slaves for four years and you are no ones. You will apologize for disrespecting me in front of the vampire elite council,” Lilith said.
“You took me away from the only family I only had and they could be dead for all you care. My mother was your friend and you treat her daughter like shit for four years. You never cared for my mother you only cared for power,” I yelled. Lilith looked at me as if I grown two heads. Immediately after I yelled at her I grabbed my belongings for school and left without Kiara and the royal pain in the ass. I was happy and sad, one was because I’m glad Anca finally accepted me, but I know its too good to be true. I will never be them until my parents come back; the only thing I will ever be is a slave for the queen. Can my life get any worse.
On the way to school I could feel something was going to happen today and it isn’t going to be nice. Just as I arrived to school I got dirty looks from my kind and the vampire elite council. Everyone hated me because I told Lilith off like they haven’t talked back to their master once in a while. The normal classes went by extremely fast is it just me or is someone manipulating time? Meanwhile at lunch no one would talk to me even Sara or Anca. This place really values respect. Technically its not my fault that I told her off she stood there and listen and didn't do anything to punish me. It was like she knew she didn’t have any power over me. My last class came by sooner than I thought. Ugh! How I hated gym. As I walked in I could see the Mr. Johnson instructing people to get on a line. Yet, he wasn’t the one teaching us how to fight. This magnificent women with blonde hair, babe blue eyes and flawless pale skin. She looked beautiful, but something telling me that this was going to be something the school never will forget. This place wasn’t even the gym it looked like a cave.
End of the line. One last stop. Though I’d heard it described as “underground,” Scar was loath to call the last round of the fight anything close to that since it took place under the schools territory.
Packed with promoters, gamblers, fans of all types, the only man and women she found honorable of the whole bunch was her opponent, who stood at the edge opposite her own with his sword glinting in the late evening city sun. This was crazy. Mr. Johnson knew it. Crazy didn’t mean the two remaining swords on the ground her, a broadsword and her opponent’s, a thin curved hook blade hadn’t spilled a lot of blood today. Both blades looked almost pink in the dying light. Her eye made brief contact with her opponent, who only smirked at her. She didn’t want to admit the name that got her on the edge, but it had. One after the other students started to fall until it was me and her. She looked at me with so much hate I couldn’t figure out why I didn’t even know her.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.” The fat announcer man stepped between us while Mr. Johnson was in the crowd making bets. What I wouldn’t have given to open his belly, instead. “BEGIN.”
And we were off. The crowd shied back as I the opponent, with youth and lean muscle, leapt catlike from the ledge, waving the hooked blade in figure eights multiple times before touching down on the solid ground again. Scar didn’t smile. Being with the queen and dating a warrior has it benefits. This time, she made sure to make eye contact. For a brief moment, she could see uncertainty in my eyes. She felt grateful for the advantage.
Advancing. Advancing. I charged at her with the hooked blade upheld, going to her foreswing and following it with a backswing. Scar dodged the first and met the second with her broadsword. The weight of the thing sent my blade back, back, back…but not far enough to knock the blade free of his hands. Striking. This arcing shot sliced the fabric of my shirt at the midsection. It missed the flesh behind it by perhaps a centimeter.
I staggered. Scar swung. Her broadsword missed, though not close enough to eat fabric. I managed another smirk, this time at the spryness of my dodge. Scar had to admit it was impressive, but this time, the sight only made her angrier.
“First, Akasha take her from me now you! Your scrawny piece of shit you may be faster than me and we are tied, but you will never be better than me. Anca love me not you! I will kill you in front of everyone if its the last thing I do. Mark my words: I’M COMING FOR YOU!” She said.
“I am better than you and for your information Anca is my “TRUE MATE” NOT YOURS! You might as well look the other way because you will not be winning this fight,” I said. Mr. Johnson knew that Anca was Scars ex girlfriend yet they still brought me here. Scar was enraged. She was blinded by love and love leads to an unforgettable end.
She Swung. Swung. Swung. The first two missed badly, but the third, a backswing off the one before it, found flesh. The heavy broadsword ate through me as easily as air. That when I took the opportunity to make the final blow to her torso. She dropped to her knee, tried to stand, and dropped again.
“A WINNER!” The fat man stepped towards the center again, making sure not to sully his expensive shoes with the loser’s blood. “CLAIM YOUR PRIZE. OR, THE BONUS!”
I looked at Scar. The most honorable women there, was never beaten before now stood with so much pride and adoration for me it was unmistakable. But the wound was bad enough to kill her. Everyone was shocked to see that Scar lost to me a “Human” I am no human, but they will soon find out. I didn’t need the money the only thing I needed was an alley and I knew she be perfect. Scar gave me her number and I headed to this hell hole of a place I call home now.
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