Red Dice

Chapter 8

Again, I have no clue why wattpad always screws with my formatting. I cant get it to un-center the first paragraph or anything so my apologies.

Chapter 8

A lone jogger down the street was easy prey, and I settle down for a couple hours of sleep,

hoping Collins will be fine on his own until I can get there mid-morning. It is almost 2 a.m.now,and I need to recharge my body. I lie down and wait for sleep to come to me.

I’m standing the courtyard of an elegant stone castle dimly lit by nothing more than the moon’s white silhouette. Dressed in an all-black ball gown and a man has his arms wrapped around my waist. Deep, blood-red roses spiral all around me, their thorns protruding as though just as hungry for blood as my kind. The hedges are neatly cut in intricate figures. I’m dreaming, but I know exactly where I am.

God I don’t want to relive this moment, but I relive it almost every time I sleep. I don’t know if its guilt or just something that continues to haunt my past, but it never seems to fade into the deeper parts of my mind. I can predict everything that’s going to happen next, yet I am powerless against it.

The man holding me—Dimitri—looks devilishly handsome as always, yet has a serious look on his face. He already looks like he wants to take a bite out of me! Dimitri’s hair is a dark brown with a slightly coppered tint that falls in light curls atop his head. His body is that of a warrior, and a vampire. He’s a newborn; Allegra turned him about a week ago in hopes to marry him. Yet here he was, hands around my waist in our castle courtyard while his bride to be sat ignorantly inside the stone walls.  

Allegra had gone against my father’s law for him, convinced that he was the love of her life. She told them about their kind and he had been all too happy to become one of us. Personally, I’d never liked him much, human or vampire. There always seemed to be this darker mystery about him, something dark that had not yet been unleashed. Of course, that meant he was probably perfect for Allegra, for I thought of her much the same way. Although, back then, her and I got along fine. Family stayed together to the end; we always looked out for one another.

My family were wealthy aristocrats, my father involved in much of the politics. We’d originated from what is now modern day Romania, from part of the three providences. My father had been turned by our Lord and Creator, Dracula himself, which means that my sister and I were third generation vampires. This enhances our gifts because we are that much closer to the powers our Lord has begun to pass down. Dimitri was what you would call a fourth generation, but he was also a male which made his natural strength just as intense as mine if not stronger once he was turned.

I try to move away, but in my dream, I am locked in place. The situation quickly escalates to a fight. My anger is boiling within me, and I’ve reached the end of my patience for this brute of a man. I move to kick him square in the jaw and spin out and away. I definitely wasn’t nearly as knowledgeable in the fighting arts back then as I am now. I’d never really needed them for anything. Women back then weren’t supposed to be good for much more than making babies.

My hit is successful, and I have only moments to back away before he is on top of me again. I side step and try to deliver a fierce uppercut with my right fist, but he dodges. He was an experienced soldier in the war, so he knew what he was doing more than I at the time. He turns fast and catches my wrist. I scream, and he shoves me to the ground. Next thing I know, he’s got me pinned underneath him.

Refusing to give up so easily, I summon all my strength as a third generation and force him up off me. He flies back from my hard thrust and before he can come any closer, I pull out the knife I keep hidden in my breasts out and hold in threateningly in front of me. “You will pay for what you’ve done to this family, Dimitri. You don’t deserve somebody like her you pig!”

My rage blinds my senses. At the point I wasn’t sure if I was going to win the fight, but the anger had taken over and completely consumed me. Never had I cared so passionately about a cause than in that moment. I would have given my life to see my sister happy. Of course, it didn’t end up that way. I was oblivious to the footsteps approaching the two of us. It was my sister at a dead sprint.

I had lunged at him with such rage and hate and when he reached for my arm to block the attack, I swung the knife boldly around the other side until I was able to slash it across his throat. He choked both in surprise and pain blood began to well up. Somewhere outside of my own realm of mind I heard a horrible shriek. His hands reached up to grab his throat as he staggered forward, still determined to take his revenge on me.

The fight was completely over seconds later, and Allegra had shown up right for the end of it. She collapsed as she saw her fiancé fall face first onto the ground, blood spurting from his neck and drenching his hands, his eyes no more than lifeless pools. And who was there holding the knife that killed him…me…her sister.

When Allegra managed to gather her wits, I crouched down next to her, putting a friendly arm on her shoulder. But, when she looked up at me, her eyes were no longer filled with grief. No. They were filled with such an intense hatred I will never get the image out of my mind. “You,” she said quietly, yet with such conviction and disgust I was taken aback. Her left hand came flying toward me, and I never even had time to flinch. Her hand smacked me viciously across the cheek.

I staggered back from her, my hand rubbing my cheek. “I don’t understand…”

“You killed him you heartless bitch!” she yelled.

"But he—Allegra—let me explain!”

“There is nothing you can say to me to make this right. You are no longer my sister. I will never forgive you.” Her eyes said it all; she meant it.

My eyes suddenly flashed open. I was awake, the image of Allegra’s accusing glare burned into my mind. I had yet to get my chance to explain. I’d left for the covenant in Asia a few days later after I realized that Allegra had her heart set on killing me if she ever saw me again. I was no longer welcome in my household. I had ripped the family apart.

I’d said my goodbyes to our father, and even he could not explain the truth to Allegra. She was as blinded by her pain then as she is now. I bet she’s sorry she didn’t kill me the instant she’d witnessed the last half of the event. If only she had been there for the beginning.

Looking toward the blinds, I knew I didn’t have any more time to think about the past for the sun shone brightly through and it was already high in the sky. It was over and things were how they were. I needed to get back to Collins. I quickly snatched the bag I had prepared last night before I went to bed, ran a brush through my hair, and hurried down the stairs to be on my way.

Wrenching the door open more violently than I expected, I was face to face with Agent Jae. He looked as startled as I was. “Forgive me, I was just about to knock.”

I drop my back in the doorway and lean against the door frame. “Back so soon. I told you I’d relay the message to her. Lindsey will call you when she’s good and ready.”

“Why is it that you always seem like you’re in such a rush?”

“You say always as if you’ve met me more than twice,” I retort.

“And you’re always quick to turn on a certain attitude that I almost find charming. Sarah, wasn’t it?” he says, extending a hand.

I eye him suspiciously but shake his hand anyway. He is the first to notice my tactics, and that makes me curious. “Yea, and I like to keep a busy schedule.”

“And you have every right to do so. Is Lindsey here?”

Oh to Hell with it! The man’s obsessed. If you can’t have him as yourself, you might as well have him as another, I think to myself in irritation.

“One moment. I’ll go see if she’s not too busy to entertain you.” I shove the door in his face before he can generate any other kind of response.