Traitor [[ON HOLD]]

Kefálaio Déka - 10

| Alice's POV |

I couldn't sleep after the whole commotion. Every time I tried to close my eyes the memories from my past would come to haunt me. It was if seeing a movie of the past, the flashbacks in full color as if I was reliving it. After endless hours of trying to go to sleep, I stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff. I sat down and let my legs dangled down.

I sighed as I looked at the horizon. We've only been here for about a day and I was already in deep problems than I expected. I leaned back on my elbows and stared at the darkness above me. It's so quiet around here. I let my eyes droop for a while to ease the burning and tiredness.

Two more days left. Two more days until I get out of this place. Until everything is perfect again. 

Not with Alek.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took deep breathes. Thinking about Alek hurts. Contemplating about him only added stress, hurt and above else anger. Being in the Underworld only made it twice as worse. I groaned and laid on the ground.

I felt like screaming, but I knew better. The Underworld was affecting me more than I expected. Being near the place my father once had controlled over, was bringing the worst side of me. I should have known but I chose to be ignorant about it, only desperate to get my sister back.

Instinctively, my right hand shot around my neck, where the rosary laid right below my collarbone. My fingers traces the black ribbon around my neck, feeling the the silky cloth. My fingers trailed south, to the silver cross. I always felt safe with it, safe from myself. I never once took it off, keeping my word to my parents. I frowned when I didn't feel the small voltage I usually feel when I touched it. I looked down and saw that the small gemstone carved on the middle of the cross wasn't glowing like usually did.

I examined the gemstone and smiled. It was amethyst.

"Look Rose it is so pretty." My dad said. We were in the lounge sitting on the soft couches. Well, my dad was. I was sitting in his lap. My mother was looking out the window, with a blank look in her face.

I rubbed my eyes and sniffed. I didn't want the stupid rosary. It was pretty but I don't want to wear it forever. "I hate it!" I cried and hugged my father.

He chuckled and rocked me back and forth. "It's not bad sweetheart. Look at the stone in the middle. It's beautiful."

I opened my eyes and looked at the rosary. The violet stone glowed. I have to admit, it looked really pretty. I tried touching it but once my finger grazed the gem I felt a small current run through me.

I quickly took my finger off and glanced at my dad. He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm sorry Rose. You can't take the rosary by yourself. The cross itself is made of silver. Your werewolf blood can't stand silver, remember?

I nodded and hid my face on the crook of his neck. In response, he wrapped his arms around and kissed my forehead. "It's for the best."

I sighed once again. It was for the best. I knew that at the age if ten, I won't be able to control my emotions like I do now. I kept caressing the rosary and wondered why I hadn't felt the electric current.

Maybe because we're in the Underworld? Probably. My father's side that was hidden deep inside of me is now trying to reach the surface. The rosary is holy relic, something pure and lucid. Being down here, made its power cease.

My eyes widen in realization. I shot up and clung to my rosary.

Now it made sense.