I hate you and you hate me...there, now we're even with each other. (Chp. 1)

I hate you and you hate me...there, now we're even with each other. (Chp. 20)

Recap

Seth's POV

I didn't know how long we had been there and I didn't care. Those damn leeches weren't going to get away with this and there was only one way to make sure they didn't do it ever again to anyone else.

And that was to inform the werewolf council and declare war against the vampires.

End of Recap

Aislin's POV

My heart felt like it was breaking every time the image of Andrew's lifeless body covered in blood with his dead eyes staring into nothing struck me. I couldn't bear the thought that he was actually dead when I knew, deep down, that he really was. I just didn't want to accept it. My older, annoying, loveable, nose-pinching of a brother was gone. Gone, gone, gone. Never to be seen, or spoken to again. I some how thought the whole thing, the crash, the kidnap, the death, was my fault. All of it. If I had just control my stupid emotions the day I'd seen Seth and that girl together, then I wouldn't have been hit, I wouldn't have lost my memory, I wouldn't have gone with Blake, Seth and Andrew wouldn't have came to look for me and Andrew wouldn't be dead. But nooo, I let my emotions get the best of me and it was life's way of playing a sick-joke on me for being unable to control my actions.

How could I let this happen? How could I be so stupid? I was such an idiot. A moronic, stupid, thoughtless idiot. I felt tears slip unwillingly from my eyes and my hands began to tremble uncontrollably and I felt so ashamed of myself. I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror without feeling hate for the reflection. I would never forgive myself for letting this happen.

I was suddenly hit with a wave of guilt and sadness and decided to get some fresh air. Amber and mom weren't awake yet considering we'd just lost someone important to us and I didn't blame them for not wanting to wake up. Not wanting to accept the truth of Andrew's death. I threw on my hoodie and pulled the hood over my face to conceal my pain and quietly exited my bedroom and slipped out of the back door.

As I walked, I was aware of some people watching me but I was too depressed to care. I walked slower and didn't know where I was going. As long as I was alone. The farther I walked from the house, the more comfortable I felt. As I neared the forest, an eerie feeling shivered through my body and something told me not to go there alone. But I ignored it and carried on through the rocks and trees without a second glance behind me. I didn't care if someone caught me anymore. I just wanted this pain to end.

But Andrew would tell me not to do this. He would tell me to listen to my heart and do what's right instead of being reckless. But he was gone and there was no one to tell me that now. I was soon beginning to get weary but I didn't bother to stop. I accepted the pain that inflamed in my legs and well enjoyed it; believing it as another punishment for the loss of Andrew. I drew closer to the edge of the trees that led to an opening in the forest that, to me, looked like a sweet little meadow meant for like picnics and stuff. But there was nothing sweet about it. The same eerie feeling hadn't left me and had only gotten stronger the farther I went into the forest. Though I still didn't care.

I entered the opening and felt a light gust of wind blow my hood off and lift my hair out of it's messy bun and left it blown loosely around my shoulders. I glared at the sky in annoyance before struggling to throw my hair back into the hood when a deep, comforting voice came from behind me and startled me. I turned around quickly, my fists up in a defensive stance when I saw it was only Seth. He chuckled lightly and pushed my wrists down and hugged me gently, "Why so jumpy?" he whispered.

I swallowed and hugged him back, the pain inside me was becoming to great to bear and I just let it all out in his arms. I began to cry violently and Seth held me as I did. When I was finished crying, I buried my face in Seth's neck and allowed him to stroke my hair gently. He then sat down in the meadow opening and pulled me with him so he was now laying down on his back, my head on his chest and his arm around me. Something about the way we were positioned made me feel safe and secure. I snuggled into his embrace more and we just layed there in silence and peacefulness when something made Seth sit up in a flash and look around fervently.

I glanced at him and swallowed, "W-what's wrong?" I whispered. Seth held me tight against him when he stood up so quickly I would have fell if I hadn't been in his arm. Seth held me against him and in front of us, when I saw the reason why he was acting this way, I understood.

We were surrounded by vampires. And in the midst of them all, stood out Blake, holding Seth's little sister, Angel, in front of him in a death grip.

A deep growl erupted from Seth's chest which vibrated through my body, "Blake! Let go of my sister!" He snarled at him. Blake laughed cruelly and a squeal of pain came from Angel as she struggled to get away. "Oh would I love to give back this little brat! But, sorry, we're using her for a...good cause." He smirked back evilly. Seth then began to growl and hiss so viciously that I thought he would explode.

"Why are you doing this?" He said. "Why can't you just leave us in peace!?" Blake rolled his eyes and laughed scornfully, "Don't act like you don't know why, Seth. And stop trying to distract me. This time I know what I want." Blake looked straight at me and a shiver surpassed through me. "And I'm not getting 'no' for an answer."

Seth growled but it was less threatening and was a little more pleading now, "Please, just tell us want you want. Just don't hurt Angel." Blake smiled sweetly and shoved Angel to the ground in front of him but not allowing her to move, "Fine. I'm just going to be blunt with you. I want Aislin. I'll give you Angel--" He looked at me once again and smiled wider but it was a little devious, "--for Aislin."

Seth then became so silent I thought he froze up but when I looked back at him, he seemed to be debating on it. I smiled reassuringly and a little sadly at him, "Go ahead. Choose Angel." I whispered. Seth swallowed, "I...I..." Blake sighed impatiently and pulled Angel up by the hair which made her cry in pain. Seth flinched and Blake's next question was probably the hardest question that Seth had to choose:

"What will it be? Angel or Aislin?"

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