The Count Sister - RE-WRITING

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Two

Lamia leant against the railing and flicked the flame. It had been years since she lit a cigarette; her sisters had demanded that she quit though she didn’t know why it wasn’t like it was going to kill her. She lifted a hand to cover the end and lit it carefully before shutting off the fire.

  There were times where she wished she could shut off as quickly as a flame, but she could never have control over her life. She was the type of flame that was wild and was lit on purpose to cause chaos and destruction. She breathed it in before puffing out the smoke, the wind was cold tonight but she didn’t mind. In fact she welcomed it; it was the only way she could understand that she wasn’t dreaming that all this madness did happen. It only just came to Lamia that Gwin never really celebrated her birthday; sure the sisters had gotten her a gift but other than that no one else knew it had been her eighteenth. Not even her brother.

  Lamia knew that somewhere out there Gwin’s brother was fighting; he was fighting for his life, the lives of others and for a country that lied to him. While he was fighting out there his sister was fighting here; to stay alive just like he was.

  The patio doors slid open and closed. She sensed him so there was no need to turn around. “I thought you’d quit.”

“I was never much of a quitter,” She tapped some ash off the end and looked up at the moon. It was so bright tonight, so beautiful. Once, when the moon was this bright and high, werewolves had roamed and prospered. Lamia remembered seeing her first one; his name had been Adam. He was so young and beautiful that she had stroked his fur and thought nothing else mattered. They had run side by side for hours on end.

 On one night, during a full moon, Adam had taken her out to celebrate her birthday. He had showered her with gifts and kisses and she had relished in his company. Then Adam had heard something, he was years older than Lamia but that didn’t matter to her; she still saw him as her friend. He had changed back into his human; and she had marveled at his masculine features; he had been her first encounter of a naked man. She would be lying if she said she didn’t blush.

  “Hide Lamia,” He had pushed her into tangles of tree roots; there was a gap just big enough for her. “Don’t come out until I get you, do you understand?”

  Werewolves had been loyal to vampires for years after the truce was introduced. Witches however, they were never accepted; the vampires and werewolves wanted nothing to do with them; they were pure evil. 

 “No,” Lamia cried as he turned his back. “Don’t leave me alone, please?”

  He kissed her on the forehead. “Don’t quit Lamia,” He smiled at her. “Never quit being you, promise me?”

  Lamia had nodded. He had left. And then he had died. Right under the moon in cold blood. That had been the first werewolf ever killed by a hunter, and it was never the last. Ever since, there was something called the blood moon. It was created by vampires to mourn the loss of werewolves. They no longer existed in real life but in vampire minds they were still with them.

“I never used to quit being myself,” Lamia spoke with hurt in her heart. She had forgotten her promise. “But recently, I’ve slipped further and further away. I feel like I’m becoming someone else, something else.”

  She felt him move closer but still didn’t turn to face him. She could see Adam’s face so clearly in that moon and she had tried so hard to remember all the good features of him. But no mattered how hard she tried, whenever the blood moon came she would look up and see his dark empty eyes looking up at her and telling her to run. She had left him, there, drowning in his own blood and she had heard shouts and whistles as hunters followed her.

  She tripped. She fell flat on the forest grounds and scrapped her skin, three hunters had gathered around her with fire and stakes. Stakes couldn’t kill full blooded vampires only paralyze them but a stake to her heart would kill her instantly; after all she was still half human.

   One hunter had raised his stake but had never pierced it into her skin. Not because he suddenly felt guilty, no human had feelings of guilt; they were blood lusting vermin when it came to killing creatures different to them. No, he had stopped because someone had slit his throat; in fact all of their throats had been slit. Alexander had appeared to her that night as an angel disguised in blood and she had not cared. He had lifted her into his arms and carried her away; but no mattered how hard he tried to comfort her; the blood moon always won. She would always be the coward that left her friend behind and let the humans die for her mistake.

  She felt his hand cup her chin and this time she did turn, her eyes were filled with tears and she couldn’t help it as she closed them together and they fell from her eyes.

  With his other hand he grabbed the cigarette and threw it to the ground, stamping the light out. She reached up and grabbed his hand, moving it closer she gently kisses his palm. “It wasn’t your fault Lamia, he never blamed you.”

  Alex had been jealous of Adam and Lamia; they had been so close. On many occasions they had kissed, but to werewolves they only ever had one true partner so it never mattered to Adam if Lamia kissed him. He was aware she had a crush and let her indulge in her fantasy. But Lamia knew deep down that Alexander was hers, she loved him. She even knew that on the night of her birthday Alexander was following them; keeping an eye on her and she had loved that.

“It doesn’t matter,” She sulked, pulling his hand down from her face but she still gripped it and he held it back. “I still left him to die, we all did. We said we were equals but as soon as the hunters tracked each and every one of them down we coward away; like rats in a slaughter house.”

“I promise-”

  She held out her other hand to stop him. She was so sick of promises. They meant nothing; everyone promised something to someone else and no mattered how hard they tried to keep it they always break it. She had promised Adam and she had broken that promise, Julian had promised Aubrey and he had broken his. It was just the way of life; promises were no valuable they were just words people used to make themselves feel more secure when really all it did was show the off to the world.

“I don’t understand that word…anymore…promise…promises are nothing to me anymore.”

“That’s not true,” She looked up into his eyes and saw silver beads were beginning to form but unlike her he had more control. “I promised I would always come to you when you needed me most, and here I am, right now…here…with you.”

“What about Violet?”

“What about her?”

  She wanted nothing more than to kiss him, return the passion that she felt emanating from his skin but she knew it was wrong. Just like it was wrong for her to kiss Adam when she knew deep down her heart belonged to someone else. She pushed him back and leant further against the railing. Quinn was right, at this moment Lamia and Alexander had nothing but lust; that’s all they were to each other. They couldn’t be anything more because Alexander had claimed Violet as his mate; only when and if Violet decided to reject Alex could they be together. That was never going to happen.

“I’m not right for you Alex,” Lamia couldn’t stay out here any longer. She felt the pressure of so many things. The moon, the wind and most assertively Alex. “You made the right choice, all those years ago when you left…you made the choice that was best for you.”

  Alex grabbed her hand once again and pulled her closer to him. She had nothing to do but place both hands against his chest to support her from falling. She was falling alright, but not literally just mentally. She hated how he had so much control over her. “I don’t think I did make the right choice,” She leaned forward, their lips almost toughing. His eyes were closed but hers were very much open. She didn’t want to miss a single moment. “I think my true choice was always right in front of me, and I intend to never leave her again.” His lips leaned slightly closer, giving her time to register what he was about to do. They were so close. But Lamia pulled away. She felt something, deep in her chest. She cried out and held it more firmly. “Lamia, Lamia baby what is it?” Alex was holding her up, preventing her from kneeling in pain. Something was wrong, something was happening right now, in their house. A loud and piercing scream filled their ears and Alex clutched Lamia tightly to him.  “It came from upstairs.” She felt all her breath suck out of her at that moment; the only ones upstairs was her father and Quinn.