The Count Sister - RE-WRITING

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Seven

She was dead. Anyone could sugarcoat it, cover it with flowers and say she had moved onto a better place but Gwin knew better. Whatever waited for people on the other side; it couldn’t possibly be any superior. She had it figured; if the afterlife was a better place what kind of God would stick them into the rabbit-hole, give them the short straw. Surely, if God was real, he’d give them paradise and when they moved on let them finally drift into peace. Not feeling anything, anymore. Somewhere out there, if heaven and hell really existed; Quinn would worry, she would worry about Armanthia’s health, Aubrey’s mentality and perhaps Lamia’s grief. Meanwhile, somewhere else in this twisted world another group of people wouldn’t bat an eyelid because they had succeeded. They had killed off one of Dracula’s children and in doing so made him more vulnerable.

  Unlike the sisters, Gwin couldn’t cry anymore; Lamia had commanded her not to sob over Quinn, ache or feel pain. Instead, she was left feeling nothing but an empty body. However much she wanted to curl into the tiniest ball and weep over her friend she couldn’t, she wasn’t permitted to do so.

 It was weird. Considering that she had a maker, a commander that was now fully and utterly in charge of her; night and day. She was a hybrid; half vampire, half human. If someone had told Gwin that her life would turn out this way she would have laughed at them, called her doctor and claimed she found someone even crazier than herself. But deep down, she had known there was something different about the sisters, their movement had always been too graceful even for the royalty to compare, their eyes had sometimes shifted colour when they were angry and of course their strength. The way Lamia and Aubrey had used it against Mark, used it as a weapon. Soon, very soon, she would be able to do the same and when the time came she would use it against those that killed her best friend; and she would show them just how crazy she could get.

  A purposeful cough snapped her back into reality. She had been reaching in her locker for her jacket but instead reached out for the jacket of the person beside her and slammed them squarely against the metal. It was Mark and for once, he looked terrified and she felt nothing. No fear. No anger. She just felt nothing, because in truth after all she went through, she had finally realized he was the nobody; he was the one that took delight in everyone else’s pain but his own and for once, she’d be happy to show him what it felt like for all those years of torture.

  He raised his hands in surrender and she lifted her other hand to grab tighter onto his jacket, he wriggled under her grip. She felt the strength pumping through her body and she never wanted to stop feeling it. For years she had wanted to fight back, and yet, now the time was here she didn’t want to.

“Whoa,” He croaked. She felt the fear coming off him; it was sickening. “I’m sorry, I just…look I’m sorry about your friend okay? I just wanted to say sorry.”

  Gwin, She felt Lamia talking to her. A mind link they had called it; something vampires used to talk to one another so others, meaning humans, didn’t know what they were saying. Gwin looked behind her, quickly, and noticed Lamia on the opposite side of the hallway. She looked shocked and slightly frightened. She then looked around; people were staring. Her heart rate began to hammer. Not here, she didn’t want it to happen right now, here in front of everyone, but she only faltered for a second before slamming Mark back into the locker. Let him go Gwineva…don’t you dare make me do it again on you. Just don’t.

  Gwin also knew it took a lot for Lamia to command Gwin. She was a naive amateur; she didn’t know how to control her power, her thirst. She could see the hammering vein on Mark’s neck; it was sticking out like a pipe in water. The water was blood and it was washing endless through those pipes, her teeth would be the screws, if she loosened them it would pour straight out, into her mouth. I command you, let him go!

  Gwin stepped back like she had be electrocuted. To everyone else, it just like she had backed down; like a coward. Mark looked mortified, his hand actually reached up to his neck. “Get away from me.” She whispered. He nodded quickly, but didn’t argue with her. He left. She looked back at Lamia and noticed her leaning against the locker for support. She was shaking her head but Gwin wasn’t sure if it was disappointment or sympathy.

  She felt sick, she felt sweaty and she needed her medication; now. Gwin walked to her locker and pulled out her leather jacket. She was about to shut it but her eye caught the attention of her human friends; all three of them. She looked at them briefly and could practically smell the fear and disappointment on them from where she stood. She was so angry; how her friends could feel like she was the evil one was beyond understanding. She needed out, and she needed it fast. She slammed her locker shut and watched her friends jump from the impact. She didn’t stop; she ran straight through the hall, through all those eyes on her back and went straight home.