Midlight (Third in the Apocalypse Saga)

Chapter 4 ~ Fury

Chapter 4 ~ Fury

* Macy's POV *

Angry. Miserable. Unloved. Most of all I felt tired: I was more than ready to leave this chapter of my life. Maybe I had reread it a thousand times so the days hadn't gotten any better but now I was tired of it all. I was ready to flick over the page or to slam the book close all together.

Violently, I opened the sleek car door as soon as Dad had switched off the engine. It was the assuring purr of the engine and blur of the passing scenery that managed to control my raging emotions. I avoided the front entrance and skirted around the house.

A horrible bruise started to spread over my pale neck causing it to hurt when I twisted my head and my eyes drooped more than I could count. I knew, however, I wouldn't be able to sleep even if I desperately wanted to.

I wanted to run straight to my bedroom yet at the same time I didn't. I was tired of acting this way. The same routine, over and over again, it was a little more than a bit tedious.

I marched into the kitchen, pretty aware that the family had arrived home. "Macy dear what's wrong -"

"Go away," I mumbled. I didn't look Grandma's way; I continued to trudge through the spotless, irregular shaped kitchen.

"Hey madam. Don't be upset with me. Tell me what happened." I froze at the threshold and turned to look at my Father's Mom. It still irked me that she could be at least 2 centuries old but looks as old as I am.

Vampires. Smh.

"Just ask dad he knows everything," I argued bitterly.

"Okay. You're not usually this grumpy," she pointed out. She straightened from her leaning position - her back was as straight as a pin. Placing her nimble fingertips on her hips , she approached me slowly, her ruffled blonde hair cascades down her shoulder and her golden eyes train on my face.

"I'm glad you noticed." I bit my tongue, slowly clenching and opening my fists.

"C'mon if you don't tell me who will you tell?" She questioned challengingly. I sighed in defeat. She had a point.

"Fine."

"What happened?" She asked again. I pursed my lips and pondered how to start my recount.

"Dad... gave Eli and I some letters from Mom and then after reading and discussing, we decided to ask him the actual reason behind Mom dying. A little dispute between Eli and Dad ensues, and we find out that Eli bit Mom..."

I gulp.

"He leaves, about 10 minutes pass and I leave too. I take the motorbike back to Juneau to see Mom's grave. After talking to her for a little bit, I go. On the way back home, I got tired - I stopped at this rundown, creepy looking motel - I walked into a forest whilst talking to Dad on the phone. Eli and Avery find me before a guy called Aro comes along with a woman called Narissa."

I monitored my grandma's flawless face as I dictate my day. Her eyes widened at the end.

"Aro? Volturi Aro?" She questioned alarmed.

"Volturi what?" I repeated confused.

"Did he have pale skin, black locks, red eyes and a dark cloak?"

I bit my lip. Was I meant to know who Aro was? Why hadn't I been told? Why did Mom have to defend Dad?

"In a nutshell yes..." I said. "Why?" Grandma blinks to pull her out of her reverie and stares at my neck. Unconsciously, my hand raises to obscure the mark but, of course, it was too big.