Making A New Mark

Chapter 13-Nate

Nate was a soulful young man. 64 years in this state of mind and living this life. He had dark hazel eyes, and a body fit for a knight. He had short black hair that parted it’s own way and always looked perfect. He’s tan skin tossed through-out his body like perfect gold flakes in a beautiful family jewl. He had brown eyes that stare into your heart unlocking it like a key. he stood tall like trees cowaring over you but a heart like an ocean, calm and beautiful. 

“Hey Niki! Wait up!” I tried to catch her attention, but she wouldn’t answer me. “NIKI!” I screamed her name and jumped in front of her and she slapped me hard. “Bitch!” I yelled it as intinct I didn’t mean it. “Asshole! Never.call.me.that.” She said it with such anger. “Are we breaking up?” 

“Breaking up I was never dating you! I was seriously drinking from almost every guy in school!” She said this and Kenyon heard her. Neko grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against her car leaving a huge dent in it. “Stephinie, Neko..burn her.” Kenyon told them walking towards Niki. “PLEASE DON’T!” I yelled, “I’m marked to her. It’ll hurt me too!” 

“The pain is far less excursating for you. You will be fine Nate.” Kenyon looked at Niki, “We do NOT eat from people. The penilty is death Niki.” He grabbed her hair and pulled her into a small cabin with Steph. and Neko following behind he pinned her and chained her up. I watched with a bleeding pain in my heart.

“Out Nate.” when Steph. said this my rage grew like putting out fire with whiskey. “NO! I WILL STAY!” I yelled and slammed the door behind me. With every move I flinched. 

Neko picked up a torch and threw it at her burning her alive, every scream pulled me farther out into the world I called my pain. I couldn’t keep myself strong and threw myself on the ground in screaming pain and agony. Steph pulled another match and threw it in the fire making her face crunch and scolled. 

I was crying and screaming and groaning from all the burning I felt inside of me right now. I tried not to scream but I couldn’t help it. the pain was greater than anything I’ve felt before, and I’ve felt a lot. 

Kenyon put the fire out and Niki was all ashes. Spreading everywhere and flying around in the wind. Dancing in front of me. The pain was still causing me to flinch and then Kenyon lent me his hand pulling me up. I was torn and broken. I loved her, I was marked to her and was suppose to stay with her forever, but she didn’t want my love. I felt like nothing good could happen.

I let out a cry and tried to hold in my tears. Neko walked to me and sat down, "It's okay Nate. Niki doesn't realize when she has something good right in front of her. She knew the rule we don't drink from humans. Only animals. She deserved what she got." I couldn't help it, when I heard her words and a bolt of anger struck me building up a storm in my dark clouded mind. Pulling me into a new state of mind. 

I pushed her back and she flung against the wall like a small insect someone tried flicking off their food before selflessly digging in. "She deserved nothing! You knew what this burning pain would cause me! You've killed one of your own...how do you feel now Neko. How does knowing you killed the one person I'm marked with feel!?" 

I calmed my mind before I tried to hurt someone else. I was broken like a bridge that to many people walked on and is worn out, trying to still walk across it knowing they would surely fall to their death in a matter of seconds. What was I now? Just a shell of what I use to be. Steph. turned me, I can't believe she would do this to me! We were with each other through everything. This isn't what I want anymore. I can't be this without Niki by my side. 

I stayed up all night wondering how this could be good for me. Summer, and all I've felt was pain. It's been a week and all I want to do is rip out the throat of Niki's killers and every puny human that walks before me. I hate them all. Small specks like a piece of dust on a gaints eye. 

This is the first time I want to light a match and watch it burn me from inside the flame catching like a wild flower slowly dying in the sunlight and a lack of water drops rolling of the grass to feed it. 

I'm a slowly dying vessel in a sea of my hatred crashing over a sinful soul within the hearts of the people who've done wrong. I sat in my room thinking over everything that's happened, but I just can't comprehend it at all. I was hungry. I went downstairs to get a drink from the warm bags of blood I just collecting from the animals running around in the woods like they have a completly wonderful life not realizing what hit them when I pulled myself off a tree and onto them ripping them to shreds. 

My dad was sitting in the kitchen and I knew he was mad. His eyes flickered red on and off slowly changing back to green when he saw me. I was scared. "I told you not to fucking put your bags next to mine!! You fucking screw up! You're a useless piece of shit just like your mom." He killed my mom, I knew he did so when he said this I was a raging wave and I crashed over him pulling him above me by his throat. 

He pushed me against the sink and raised his fist hitting me over and over, I couldn't fully understand what was happening I blacked out. I woke up in my room and I was sore with bruises all over my body and I couldn't move. Before I could try to figure out what happened my wounds where healed and there was a bag next to my head. 

I sat up drinking it I felt my eyes change red like the blood of the victims that have concered their own piece of land in my head. I drank 8 bags before regaining my strength. I sat up in my room on my sunken in bed and pulled off my shirt rolling back over to sleep.