“Please! I want this time to be special! Let me make myself suitable! Marcel come on!” I was pleading Marcel to let me make myself ready for a baby creating time but he insisted I was perfect the way I was.
“You’re perfect the way you are!” See?!
“I don’t care, it’s my house so you go get…ready and be back here in ten minutes! And that’s and order!” he nodded and raised a hand to his head, saluting me. I sighed and ran into the bathroom. I shaved my legs firstly after rinsing my body off with the shower. After that I brushed my teeth and ‘combed’ my hair until it lay perfectly on my shoulders.
“Oh, what do I wear?!” Thanks my so called friend, Olivia, that slut, she’s filled my wardrobe up with lace bra and underwear. Olivia had recently stayed here while me and Marcel went for a short holiday. We only went down to Cornwall for a week, or two was it? Seriously my memory sucks. I rattle my brain for the length of time I’d known Olivia. She’d been a slut since I met her. Always wearing the shortest skirt padding her bras with tissue to make it look like she’s got breasts!
She turned her hair from lush blonde to mud brown then dip dyed it a caramel blonde. It’s gonna screw her hair. I can’t remember much of my school days. Oh and did I tell you? Marcel got a tattoo! It’s most unique (picture shown at the side) apparently once you’re a werewolf you’ve got to get one. So that means I have to have a tattoo, I’m going to get a rose (picture shown at the side also.)
I opened up my suitcase that had my spare clothes-in case of an emergency like this!-and brought out a pair un-believably small shorts and a belly top. If I was going to do…stuff…to Marcel I would have to look as sexy as possible. I walked out of the bathroom and Rhydian was lying on my bed.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper yelled.
“Oh, aren’t you getting ready for me?” he said in the most sarcasticated voice. “Okay, fair reasons now I’m here ‘cos I wanted to warn you, this isn’t the end of us.” And with the he was gone, disappeared, disintegrated.
I had to wait half an hour before Marcel walked through the door again. Blood dribbled from his mouth and nose. A purple bruise circled each of Marcel’s eyes plus a knife like slash entered his tattoo. “Marcel! What the hell happened?”
“I was attacked, by a gang of vampires. They were so-so-so-so vicious!” he had that shocked tone and looked mortified. I pulled him with ease and fixed him so he lye on the bed. I ran into the bathroom and pulled out my first aid kit.
“Lucky for you, I was in training to be a first aider as a young teen.” I stitched up his tattoo for that seemed to be the worst injury. “Have some pain killers, please!”
“No, I refuse to take drugs!” same answer every time. I’d asked him that question as soon as he winced again. When that was sorted I bandaged the wound up and kissed it lightly. I placed some disinfectant liquid on a piece of tissue and wiped his mouth and nose. He squeezed his eyes shut and winced in pain and this time I’d had enough.
“You are going to take these! Now!” my voice was blistering and it frightened Marcel. “I’m sorry it’s just that I don’t like seeing you hurt and I really wanna kill those asses that hurt you.”
“I know baby it’s okay to be worried but the good things about wolves is that we heal easily. Look,” he pointed to his eyes which the bruises had turned from a black and purple circle into a healed and cured skin transformation. “You see? Now give me five minutes to work out who would’ve done this to me.”
“Rhydian,” my voice was blunt, as if I wasn’t all there.
“Excuse me?” he heard me perfectly well.
“He came here, about twenty minutes before you arrived. He had a smirk plastered on his face and Rhydian…it was him! He has friends, he doesn’t like the fact that you and I are together and we gave his baby away!”
“Does he know? About us trying-?”
“No, I don’t understand. How am I not angry though? I would’ve, no should’ve killed him by now!” it was frustrating and irritating how I felt weak and so out of anger.
“Because, you are more upset then you are livid. Come on, let’s just forget about this.”
“But what if, next time it’s not just one or just you! What if it’s the pack? Or…or…or me?”
***
Dear diary,
Now my anger has kicked in.
I knew it was him-Rhydian-from the second Marcel walked through the door. Though I suspected something when Rhydian was lying on my bed. Why can’t he accept the fact that I don’t love him enough to be with him? I doubt I even love him anymore! If he had dealt with this the proper way and just left us I would still love him. So I’m glad he did this ‘cos now I fucking hate him! Well not hate probably dislike.
But if he was going to hold a grudge, he hurts me, no my beloved! But that’s the way you hurt someone-you bruise their family, friends and lover. I walked over to his house hand in hand with Marcel. I didn’t bother knocking for he knew I was here. He was standing at the door when I spoke bitterly, “You and I have unfinished business.”
“It seems so,” He replied with a sense of fear, good.
“Just keep away from my family, and I’ll give you something in exchange.” Marcel’s hand tightened-just like the rest of his body.
“A couple drops of blood,” he emphasized that word, “should do.” I stood there, frozen. No being able to completely concentrate on the words. I fell to the ground in a daze.
I closed my diary and placed it under my mattress. Rhydian and I’s conversation had long gone and I was still sat in my car, infinity thoughts running through my mind. Should I? Could I? That’s some lyrics in a song called the ghost of you. I’d found this new passion for My Chemical Romance. Automatically I began singing that song, memories of my cousin Mollie bursting into my mind.
“I never, said I’d lie and wait forever,
If I died we’d be together,
I can’t always just forget her,
But she could try.
At the end of the world,
Or the last thing I see,
You are never coming home,
Never coming home,
Could I?
Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me,
And all the smiles that are ever gonna hold me,
Never coming home,
Never coming home,
Could I?
Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghost that are never gonna catch me
If I fall, if I fall…”
Tears where now gushing from my eyes as I weep from the loss. Thank God that my car is locked. Thirteen years it’d been since her death. She was ten years old and had brain tumor. She still, to this day, visits me. A sudden knock on the window allowed me to jump. I couldn’t get a clear picture of who it was for it was absolutely hammering it down. I wiped my tears furiously and lick my mouth for it felt dry. I slowly turned down the music and hesitantly unlocked the car doors.
The metal door was practically ripped off of its hinges by a man. His hair had that lush wave in it and it was seconds too late for me to realize who he was, and what he was doing. Held in his hand was a straw bag and in the other, I whirl of rope. His face had a frown painted upon it. “Rhydian?” my voice was husky and my throat burned like fire.
“I’m sorry to have to do this to you Ellie, but your diary,” he dropped the rope onto the muddy grass and pulled out a book. Decorated with sapphire jewels and black leather-my diary, “gave me ideas you see. Quote: But if he was going to hold a grudge, he hurts me, no my beloved.” Pure rage slithered down my spine as I stepped out of the car. What a human should’ve shivered at made no affect on me, wolves don’t feel the cold.
“Do your worst,” I challenged; fuck do I regret those words. Rhydian nodded in acceptance and before I could so much as step back an uncomfortable bag was placed upon my oval shaped head. I shook my head and lashed out all over the place. But Rhydian had my in a breath taking grip. Where is Marcel when you need him? My head suddenly smashed against something hard. There is multi colored sparks everywhere before the fade and it’s never ending darkness.
~Marcel’s pov~
“Hi! This is Ellie. Sorry I can’t be here to take you’re call but I’m obviously busy or other stuff!” Six! Six times I’ve tried calling Ellie! And six fricking times I’ve heard that stupid woman say the exact same thing. Wait, that stupid woman was Ellie. Something’s happened. Something horribly bad, my stomach can sense it.
She’d dropped me off at her house and has said that she’d be around the corner, at the grave yard. I placed a shirt over my bare chest and pulled a beanie over my stupidly curly stuff that is placed on my head. I went shoeless and walked out of my rusted door. “Seriously need to sort that out.” I sprinted to the grave yard and stop when I see a reddish brown colour on the pavement. Blood. Not anyone’s blood, I knew that DNA blood. It was Ellie’s. “I knew it!” my voice was so livid that I burned my throat. I scrunched my fist into balls and felt my body tremble.
“Knew what?” a familiar Irish accent asked. I swear I jumped about five feet in the air. I fell onto my rear end with a thud and grunted. A hand sliced through the mist which was covering my ankles. I took it and Niall pulled me up. “Sorry about that. I was wondering where Ellie was. Have you seen her?” yep, it was him alright. My eyes picked out that he was biting his lip, as if trying to stop blurting something out. That curified me.
“So said she was going to visit someone at the grave yard,” I rattled my brain for who and failing, “and then I got this bad feeling about her and so I came here and found this blood-her blood.” It was silent and I felt like whispering, ‘hello?’
“Oh, should I get the others?” Niall’s voice was a low whimper. I knew that he really cared for Ellie, he also was and ex and still loved her a little bit. It took him three years to finally make himself understand his feelings, let alone Ellie.
“No,” I didn’t mean for it to sound harsh, “sorry. It’s just that I’ll call you if I need help Niall. But this is a one man thing. Thanks for the offer.” Another couple seconds of silence before he nodded his head and turned. Niall was truly handsome. His hair was brown rooted, obviously dyed blonde. He had a six pack, only wearing his light brown knee length shorts. His blue eyes shimmered under the sun but in the night, they were deep blue seas. His cheeks and lips were a perfect shade of luscious red. I now fully understand Harry’s love for him. If I were gay, I’d be with him too.
It wasn’t hard to track the stench of bleach. I followed the path with my unfortunately highly sensed nose. It leads to the sewer vents. Fuck sake, this is going to make me wish for death. I slowly bent down and sniffed, finding myself gagging and closing my eyes tight. My tongue stuck out which was awful. I felt the air slowly burning away at my taste bugs. Placing my tongue back in my mouth and opening my eyes I pulled the vent off with ease. It didn’t take long for me to arrive at the floor of the sewer. Following the smell, I ended up right at the back. Passing windows which had been bricked up; rats scurried around my feet but they soon laid dead. What, they are extremely annoying! Right at the back, that’s where Ellie lay.
A rope around her mouth, sweat dribbling from her forehead, her eyes in near unconsciousness. Those eyes that were now fully grey and…dead met mine and almost filled with hope. Her feet and hand where tied together, so tight that blood oozed around her wrists. Her jeans were ripped so much they might as well be her underwear. All over her bare legs lay deep purple, sickly green, sky blue and night black bruises. Fresh tears began falling from her eyes. Her top was ripped off so she was left in her bra, slit marks covered her stomach. Her arms were that same disgusting colour. “Stop crying! You peppy Marcel won’t find you here! He’s too weak and pathetic! Just proves the fact that you should’ve picked me first.” Rhydian spits, glaring at her. She tried replying but a harsh cough was all that came out. Her feet were also tied together but this time they where loose but-just like her stomach-they had atrocious knife marks. A plate of food was by her waist. On it was some, what looked like, stale bread that was green. And something yellow. Someone’s piss. It’s lays untouched and I take in the look of her stomach. Her ribcage is showing and her stomach is sucked in. apart from the drying blood is paper white. Rhydian looks at her, disgusted as he prods her fingers and arms. She flinches and winces at every movement. “You’re dead.” He whispered into her ear and she looked at me. I nodded and mouthed, ‘it’s going to be okay, I promise.’
How blind is Rhydian? I had been standing there for a while then and he hadn’t seen me. I walk up to him, each step soundless. My hand reaches out to place a hand onto his cold leather jacket.
“Not while I’m here.” I hissed and his head jerked up to find my eyes. I punched him as hard as I could. Sending him against the wall, while he got himself together I pulled out my phone.
Marcel
Now, the closest sewer to the graveyard.
Niall
We’re coming.
I placed it back in and my body heated up. A growl rippled up my throat and I did a backwards flip. Before so much as landing I needed for legs for my body wait. Anger was still written in my blood. I bared my teeth and stomped my feet. Rhydian crouched into a pounce and Ellie whispered something like, ‘you’re beautiful.’
I galloped over to Rhydian and managed to rip off his arm. He screeched in pain that made my ears ring. I dropped them down to my head, and took a step back. I ran over to Ellie and bit the rope around her wrists in half. She untied her ankles and jumped onto my back.
“With Marcel on my side, we are going to destroy you Rhydian.” She announced which caught his attention. He snarled and his hand was on his cold, bloodless wrist again. How? Impossible, I guessed that the reason is because: I’m alive and he’s dead. He can do whatever he likes.
When I phased out for I had more love than hate my trousers where on. That was unusual and different. Niall was at my side with Harry and Zayn.
“Small back up, busy people. Sorry mate.” Zayn spoke behind me. Five people, living humans, one soulless monster. “Let’s do this.” And hell, broke loose.