We Are History

Chapter one

Chapter one

I close my eyes and a sniff, relishing in the smell of blood all around me. Suddenly there is a hand on my arm and with faster than lightning speed I tear it off.

"No need to get violent, Ash." Natalie smirks at me. "Don't sneak up on me like that then." I chuckle at her. Then I freeze, sniffing. I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear so I can hear better.

"You hear that?" I ask Natalie. She frowns and listens hard. "Footsteps." She says. I nod.

"Who do you smell? I can't place the scent." I say. Natalie takes a deep sniff and gasps. "It's my dad." She mutters. "I don't have enough control to NOT er... Drink him." She whispers, her green eyes wide with worry.

"You can do it. Believe in yourself." I tell her. She shakes her head. "I can't. I will never live with myself if I hurt him." She panics.

The footsteps are drawing closer, and I can smell his blood too. "Oh..." I moan, wanting desperately to divulge in another main artery.

"We can't let him see this." Natalie says, gesturing toward my brothers and sister sucking the girl dry. I nod. "We will have to meet him outside then." I say, rushing past my siblings and out the door. Before we exit the house I wipe my bloody mouth and help Natalie clean the blood from her chin. Her eyes are wide with fear. Now that Brenton is dead, her dad is the only person alive (so I don't technically count) that she has who loves her. I can see how scared she is that something may happen. "It's going to be fine. We are just going to tell him that he needs to go, and then it will all be fine." I tell her, holding onto her shoulders.

"But it won't be." She says sadly. "We can hardly control ourselves- we could kill the whole village. My dad isn't the one who needs to go, we are." She says.

Then it dawns on me. She is right, we can't stay here. We could kill all of the people we have known our whole lives. But the ones who killed Henric... They could die. I could put tears in there chest the same way they did to my 11 year old brother.

I shiver, momentarily freeing myself of the temptation and sinking back into reality. "Then we will go. We can survive, Nat. We kick ass." I smirk at her. Some of her usual glow returns to her eyes. "We always did." She grins, and we take a deep breath and throw open the door.

"Natalie? Ashlee?" He calls.

I walk towards him and forget to walk human speed, ending up in front of him in less than an eighth of a second. Which is saying a lot, considering her was at least six yards away. He falters and take a step back. "Don't be scared of me." I say shortly, staring into his eyes. I see his frightened eyes relax, as if in a trance. I believe my own words and I hear a sort of power entwined in them as they wash over him. His gaze goes slack. "I'm not scared of you." He whispers. Whoa. That was unexpected.

Suddenly Natalie is at my side. "What did you do to him?" She growls, standing protectively over her father.

I frown. "Nothing. I just told him not to be scared of me." Natalie frowns too, in confusion. She slowly turns to look at her father. "Do you think we can get him to do anything? Believe anything?" She asks.

I put an arm on her shoulder. "I think we could. But we won't." I say, using my power voice again. It doesn't have the same effect on her, but it does snap her back to reality. "He is still scared of you." I say, listening to his heart beat in overdrive because of fear. "Try telling him what I did." I say.

"How?" She asks, sounding disbelieving. "Believe what you are saying. Look in his eyes. Say it, and expect 100% to get the results you demand." I instruct her. She nods and tries it. I hear her father's heartbeat slow as the fear leaves him. I smile. "Good job." I tell her.