❝𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.❞
Claretta Hale defies the norms of the vampire world; her existence is an enigma. Following the near-conflict with the Volturi, the vampire royalty monitor this wielder of Chaos Magic closely.
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𝙾 𝙽 𝙴
I REMEMBER THE HORRIFIC DAY VISIBLY, THE DAY WE LEFT FORKS. A month had passed since the 'almost' battle with the Volturi. Everything was as great as it could be. I was happy, my parents were happy. Ness was happy. It was good — perfect even.
But nothing good lasts forever.
It was cold that day, snowing still. I was alone, walking through the woods, I found it relaxing which is why I liked it. I was allowed out alone because I was in the area around our home, if I needed help for any reason, I would've been able to call for a family member and they would've came running.
But why didn't they when I screamed? Why didn't they when I cried and pleaded. They couldn't hear me, and I didn't know why. I didn't have much control of my gift at that age, there were things that I needed to learn, so I couldn't defend myself greatly.
That day changed me. It ruined it. And I will never be the same.
I let out a deep exhale and close my eyes. I don't like thinking of that night, it pains me to. And yet, anytime I see her beautiful face, my body ignites in flames which burn through my veins at the thought of seeing her again.
I'm itching, aching, to be by her. I need to see her, I need to talk to her after this decade. But I can't. I can't bring myself to, not after— it doesn't matter now. It was ten years ago. And I doubt she even remembers me.
I let out an exhale as my mother announces a break. The class of us move away from the barre and towards our bags lined neatly against the back wall. Everyone drinks water whilst I pretend to be out of breath. I can feel a gaze on me, a curious gaze. My mother's gaze.
She's staring at me and I can feel her prick her way into my mind. What's wrong, Claretta? Are you alright? I nod my head and turn away from her, changing my flat shoes into pointes. No one knows she's my mother, they think she's my sister because we look so similar.
A girl sits herself beside me and stares at me. "You okay, Clary? You seem out of it?" June's voice is kind and I give her a small smile. She's been working on her English, which is why I always talk to her in English instead of Italian.
"Yeah, I'm alright. Just tired." She nods along and flashes me a kind but exhausted smile. I'm not tired, I'm never tired because I'm immortal. June catches her breath and pulls out a mirror to inspect her blonde bun, making sure there aren't any fly away hair strands.
Another scent greets me and I turn my head to the door, watching as Mr. Dante walks inside of the room. My mother frowns at the sight of him and moves over to him. They discuss in hushed Italian whispers before my mother sighs and turns to the group of us. I can hear them perfectly, he wants to teach us.
