Mine

Part 42

I rush back to Colby's place, Salina right behind me. I told the others to go back to the mansion. Salina and I check the whole place, inside and out and the whole neighborhood. We didn't find anything. We then decided that at least one vampire would come to check the place every day, at a different time every time. I always had Salina, Turner or me do it. I didn't trust the new vampires enough to check the house without some kind of problem happening, so it was always one of us three.
Colby quickly noticed what was happening, but every time he asked about it, I didn't have the heart to tell him. So I just told him it was to keep him safe.
One night when I was alone, after checking Colby's place, I racked my brain for any girl Micheal was affectionate with. I couldn't think of anyone. No person came to mind. I tried to think of anyone I killed other than when I first turned, over four centuries ago. I mostly fed on men, because it was easier to seduce them.
I groan in frustration and press the heel of my palms into my eyes until white stars appeared in the darkness. I was so frustrated that I didn't even notice Salina come into my room until she sat next to me.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"I'm trying to think of anyone I killed." I mutter, not moving.
"Why?"
I move my hands away from my eyes. "Micheal's after Colby because I supposedly killed his One. But I don't remember killing anyone. Other than when I first turned. And Micheal wasn't even born yet when I turned."
"Well, there was that one time where James made you do so many tasks that you didn't have time to feed for three weeks." Salina says. "I remembered you killed two people then. You seemed a little upset about it."
I frown, suddenly not paying attention. Instead my mind was somewhere else, back to that night Salina mentioned. She was right. I had killed two people. A man and a woman. Was that woman Micheal's One?
The more I thought about it, the more I suddenly realized that I had seen that woman so many times with Micheal. She was always with him. Her name was Martha. How could I have not realized that?
"I did kill her." I whisper. "I killed his One. I killed Martha." No wonder Micheal had turned cold to me. No wonder he was always trying to get James to give me the dangerous tasks. He had hoped that I would die during those tasks.
I wrap my arms around my stomach, suddenly feeling sick. Then I think of Colby. I wouldn't want to live if Micheal killed him. How had Micheal survived? How had he managed to keep himself from committing suicide when I killed Martha?
I stand up. "I'm going to see Colby."
"What? You just checked on him."
"I need to see him." I reply firmly. I walk out of my room, and run all the way to Colby's room. I stand in the corner, watching from the shadows. I step forward and stand by his bedside, then reach my hand out and trace his face, which was easy for me as he was laying on his back. I trace his eyebrows, around his eyes, his nose and his lips. I lean down and press a cool kiss to his lips, then crawl in on the other side of his bed, and lay down, cuddled into his side. I lay my head on his bare chest, my fingers tracing his heart tattoo.
I lay there the whole night, intently listening for any sound that might seem out of the ordinary. But all I heard was the slow, even beating of everyone's heart and their breathing.