Bloodlines (ON HOLD)

Chapter Nine

Okay so i dont reall ylike these notes, but i think you deserve them since it's been a while since we uploaded. Weve been so booked with school that its indescribable. We tried to make this long and exiciting without making you mad that we had more cliffhangers. hailey wrote the begginning and end and i did the middle, but still, hailey mostly wrote this chapter- like she normally does on odd numbered chapters- so props to hailey. love you haiwee.

anyhow, be sure to vote or comment just so we know what we can do to make it better and if you like it! it really helps us out and well try to get back on regular writing schedule, we promise. god bless all our fans too. we love you a lot.

xx- caitlin

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*recap*

Atira smiled excitedly, “I was hoping you’d say that!” She cooed, drawing her elbow back to let another sharp arrow free.

It waivered away when she shot it, just as an eerie voice sounded to the left of us.

“Hello, Atira and Taryn.” An old woman’s voice made the tiny hairs stand up on my neck. When we both turned to face it, we were face to face with an older woman dressed in a long blood-red gown.

Atira

My face must have been priceless. Pure shock and fear flooded through me. It was her. How did she get here? How did she know I was here? These questions overwhelmed my mind. I decided to be brave. Taking another arrow from my sheath, I restrung it and aimed at her heart.

“You have no business here Shasawna.” I spoke boldly, hoping she wouldn’t notice the slight quaver in my voice.

“Atira, what are you doing?!” Taryn gripped my arm and tried to push the bow down. Even though I didn’t mean to, I shoved her to the side, causing her to fall on the rough dirt of the forest. I regretted it immediately after seeing her wounded expression. That slight moment of hesitation was my downfall.

The moment I lowered my bow, my eyes still locked on Taryn’s, Shasawna seized her chance. The bow slipped from my fingers, flying into Shasawna’s nimble hands.

I cried out, trying in vain to grasp the edge as it flew from me. A cackle burst from her lips, taunting me. Anger ripped through my body. I am weaponless, and I just might be friendless at the moment for my rash decision. I think I was about to make another stupid choice.

In one swift movement I leaned over, tore Taryn’s dagger from our practice tree, and threw it with all my might at Shasawna.

My aim was true, but the mark was not. Time seemed to slow, and I watched the knife turn over and over in the air as it shot towards her chest. Just as its tip touched the fabric of the rags wrapped around her fragile body, it averted to the right, then fell, buried to its hilt in the dirt.

A gasp of surprise left my lips, then I was frozen. It was a strange feeling, not being able to move or speak, or really think. Everything seemed unreal, like a dream world.

My mind seemed to meld into a massive cloud of fog. Look! Taryn is getting up! She looks angry. . I wonder why? I hope shes not angry with me, did I do something? Who is that lady whispering things to herself? Why can’t I move? My lips are stuck in an ‘O’ of surprise. That is actually quite funny. ‘O’pen, shut, open, shut. My mouth will not move. Stupid mouth.

Slowly- too slowly for my liking- my mind cleared. Even though my eyes had been open the whole time, I seemed to see the scene before me for the first time. Shasawna face down in the dirt, and Taryn standing over her- rock in hand- breathing heavily.