Behind The Scars(ON HOLD)

Behind The Scars

Chapter One

Aria's POV:

Scars covered my wrists, my pale skin was bloodstained. I was in awe, my skin cells closed the cuts on my wrists within the hour .Damn! Its impossible!

"Aria!" my mother screamed from the doorway. I looked down and saw my blood splattered all over the carpet. Oops. She grabbed and pulled me into the bathroom. Sitting me on the floor, she started running bathwater into the white porcelain tub.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” she yelled at me. I flinched, I hate being yelled at.

“It was a blood offering to father..” I mumbled, my voice was far away and I focused my eyes on the running water. “Don’t worry the cuts healed”

“Healed? What do you mean healed?” She jerked my hand forward an gaped at my wrist. A gasp emitted from her lips and I pulled my arm back. “No! Not now! I gave up the chance for a mortal life.. this shouldn’t be happening.” I ignored her, her words meant nothing to me. I undressed and slowly sank into the tub.

Draven told me what I was, and the my mom wanted me to stay mortal. The warm water woke me from my haze and I became alert. “What time is it?” I said alarmingly.

“ Eleven. But don’t think you’re leaving to go anywhere.” she said sternly. Tension in the air rose, he was near. He knew I needed a new knife and would be waiting on my bedroom balcony. I hastily washed up then wrapping myself in a towel, I walked down the hallway to my dimly lit room. I walked over to my ebony wardrobe and slipped on a black dress.

I turned to my French double doors and pushed them open, grabbing money off my nightstand I headed out to the balcony. Damon stood there looking out over the ledge. When he heard my footsteps his muscular form turned towards me. Blue eyes started to look me over and a smile played upon his smooth lips.

“ I thought I heard your mom yelling.” he chuckled wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Yeah well….” I showed him my wrists. Damon nodded and understood. He pulled a silver pocket knife from his bag. I held out the money.

“No,” he whispered pushing the money away, “ A kiss is all I ask.” turning towards him, I felt his warm lips pressing against my cool ones. And I stood there kissing him until my mother so rudely interrupted.