The Monsters In Us

Part 4 : Bait

Blissful sleep never came easily for beings like her, it was always ridden with nightmares of blood and pain, un-spilled tears and death.

Over and over again until she started to question her own sanity and the reason why beings like her would not die.

Her existence was painfully long.

There were times when all of her emotions dissolved to nothing. Times when every ingrained memory of the past started to loose its focus and dwindle. Times where Grayson's face started fading to the point that she was beginning to forget what he looked like, what he felt like.

And it only took her five hundred years.

Ai chuckled dryly at the last thought.

To mortals, five hundred years is a long time but to her, everything passed by in a dreary blur.

She couldn't remember the last time she had slept soundly without nightmares of her ex-mate, without dreams of what she could have had.

And then she remembered. She had ruined it with her bare hands.

Grayson was the only tangent in her life, the only focal point until she lost purpose like a star performing one last show in a magnanimous explosion only to become an encompassing black hole in the end.

Sadly, she had ended up becoming that mindless black hole that destroyed everything in its wake.

She had destroyed Grayson Smith.

That love that she had cherished in the beginning had morphed into an uncontrollable obsession until she took his life with her own fangs, as gruesome as that sounded. But he destroyed her as much as she had destroyed him. 

He left her virtually hopeless and desolate when she lost him and their mate bond.

The empty void inside of her couldn't be patched no matter how long the time passed or the distance between them. He took away her only chance at redemption and stomped on her heart before digging his heels into her bleeding flesh, because he wanted her to suffer.

And...she did.

She realized her mistakes shortly and had wanted to atone but sometimes, there wasn't such a thing as forgiveness. Not in Grayson Smith's books anyway.

She had created a monster in the midst of the chaos and the beast that formed was her doing. 

Ai took full blame for it.  She reaped what she had sown no matter how painful or unyielding it could be.

Ai heaved a sigh before her steady footsteps finally descended the spiraling stair steps, the sound seemingly hollow inside of the empty villa that was her current home. Everything was in pristine condition and properly organized, contrary to the fact that there was not one soul inside of this villa except for her.

It looks to be more deserted and lonely than it appeared in all of it's magnificent glory. The entire living area was desolate and cold, holding no warmth that showed its occupancy.

"You've finally come out of hiding, Ai!" Hera, a woman with beautiful curly blond hair and light blue eyes, exclaimed rather playfully when the group of three woman entered into the quiet and cold home.

Their otherworldly beauty seemed to brighten the morose and vacant atmosphere almost immediately.

"I received a Calling from the Elders," Ai replied, waving her hand towards the living room before leading the way into the villa. All three woman glanced at each other from the corner of their eyes before sitting down on the stiff and seemingly new couch, in wonder at how she could live so tediously like this.