BROKEN

CH.10-the knowledge

*KARA'S POV*

"I hope you'll all understand that your book report on To Kill a Mockingbird is due tomorrow." Mr. English said as he tightened the blue and yellow tie around his neck.

I sat bored in class tapping my pencil against my book that still had yet to be read.

I definitely had more fun on the mini excursion that Ace and I took over the weekend rather than sitting around bored in my dorm room reading the book. I've heard it's good and I'm sure it is in fact I shock myself by not having read it, but I haven't ever before and not for this report either and it's just all this stuff about me being a witness. It's a lot to have to wrap my mind around especially since my whole life I thought that I was just a boring bookworm who had abnormal strange dreams, but now that I know those dreams may not be dreams...

That's a whole other kind of abnormal.

I ended up snapping my pencil in half without thinking and when class had ended I went and lay down in my bed and drifted to sleep.

"Kara!"

I could hear him yelling, but I couldn't reach him. Not in time anyway . The flames engulfed the hunting association as I tore through the halls looking for him.

"Kara! Please!"

He was yelling. I never thought I'd see the day that a vampire needed my help.

"Ace! Where are you!?"

The sleeves on my dress burned as I tore through the hallways until I finally reached the end of the burning corridor and swung open the mahogany doors to find Ace tied up with ropes and stuck in the burning flame.

"Ace!"

"Untie me Kara, I have to live. I have to protect you."

"Ace the war is over, he's dead. You avenged your parents death and destroyed the association. It's all over now."

"True. It's all over," he said gesturing to the glass shards that had been shoved through his heart and stomach.

"ACE! NO! PLEASE! STAY WITH ME!" I screamed as my cries blocked out the sound of the fire.

I shot up and realized I was in my bed and my pillow was soaked from my tears and my hands had clenched the sides of my bed so hard that my palms were red and cut open. The blood was too much, whether it was just a dream or not, but knowing what I know it's hard to determine whether or not what I saw was simply a figment of imagination.

I felt the tears fall down my face and my vision blurred and there was no one there to help me.

No one to hug me and tell me that everything was going to be okay even though I knew that it wasn't under any circumstances.

I was alone.

I pulled my knees to my chest and started shaking replaying everything in my brain as the tears soaked up my sweat pants.

The flames, the door, the screams...

Ace and Ace as a vampire at that.

It's not like I would hate him if he did turn or anything, but the few experiences I've had with vampires haven't exactly been the best so I'm not sure what to think. I don't want to label them as blood thirsty killers without knowing the limits of their personalities first, but I still wouldn't want something like that to happen to him and for him to be in pain. I know enough about them from what Ace has told me and I know that humans turned vampires will suffer a thirst the greatest if they don't die first from blood lack,