"Why tell me this? If it happened so long ago? River, tell me how this matters to me!?"
River smiled at you. Amusement shimmering in his cerulean hues. You fumed, never been patient . Suddenly a voice entered your head. A dark but yet familiar voice. A voice you thought you'd never hear again.
The voice of your crazy twin brother. Trevor Dayes. Only been able to access your thoughts by twin telepathy. But, it's been months since he's spoken to you.
"Come on, little robin. Surely you realise River is not just telling you this for his own fun and games? He wants to help. I, of course know why. What kind of brother and a killer would I be if I didn't know what a old man wanted with my own dear sister?"
Screaming, you stood up. Grabbing your hair, you begun to pull at it. As you desperately tried to get Trevor out of your already damaged mind.
"Get out! Get out!" You screamed.
River frowned in alarm and confusion. He thought you were going mad. The Order, thought your bloodline to be strong and hard working. Well, according to their files anyways.
So, if the surviving female of the clan with actual small, tiny bits of vampiric blood for over thousands of years was going crazy, it certainly will make his job even more difficult to complete than it already is.
Well how was River to know that Trevor could do that to innocent, damsel in distress Chloe Dayes? The chance was microscopic.
My grey eyes gleamed with amusement. What? You thought this dark tale wad in second person? Nah, I'm the storytelling Demon here. Just ignore me, 'kay? I'm the only person in their right state of mind to tell it. So, just continue on thinking it's in second person or whatever POV it actually is. Hmph, mortal logic is annoying.
Let's get back to the story eh?
I stood in the shadows, invisible to the naked eye. My ebony hair kept falling into my line of sight, making it hard to see you getting shaken by River as he kept yelling,
"Robin? What is happening!?"
"HE'S IN MY HEAD, HE'S IN MY HEAD!!!! River get him out..."
You sat down, covering pierced ears with pale hands. Shaking your head wildly back and forth.
Chuckling, the both of us heard the chilking voice once more as you let out a shriek.
"Aw, lil sis, do you really hate me that much? I love you, don't you love me?
Just because I killed a few people you and everyone else I've ever felt a flicker of care about despise me."
Poor River, having no idea what's going on.
(Ok, I know I haven't updated in a while but I have writers block and I'm ill, so tryong to write is rathrr difficult. I know this is short but I'll update this chapter quite a lot to make it more worthy of being an actual chapter in any story. I hope you can forgive it's current crappiness. Oh, Jamie, you can finally stop wanting an update, 'kay?
Well, bye for now.)
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Bloodlines
ParanormaleChloe Dayes knows secrets and things that you try to hide will eventually come out. She has her regrets and mistakes she wishes she could change. Family was never an important aspect of her life. She counted more on herself than anything else. Her t...
