The MONSTER they deserve

chapter 66

I looked down at the woman who held so much anger, so much pain, so much hate, but I only saw myself in her eyes.

I tried to hate her. I tried to stay away. But I couldn't.

I had to see her.

Her clear ocean blue eyes were filled with so much decision and pain, it made her seem far too mature for someone her age. Her eyes hold secrets, dark secrets, but somehow every time my eyes meet hers I feel like I know her. Every part of her.

I hated her. I wanted to kill her with my bare hands. I wanted to plant a bullet between her eyes.

And yet I snapped completely when he dared to insult her. She might not have been fazed but it enraged me.

What shocked me most of all, to my very core was the incident that killed her.

She willing took my place when she noticed John, she knew it was too late to tell me so instead she shoved me out of the way. I had no idea she would be killed in my place, for if I had then it wouldn't have ever happened.

As I looked down at her lifeless unmoving body I felt something settle deep within me. Something I hadn't felt in a long long time.

Guilt. Confusion. Sorrow.

But I didn't know why.

I didn't know her. I didn't want to know her. But my mind told me different.

Her family cried for her, mourned for their daughter and sister. But out of everyone that surrounded her on their knees, the one that looked more broken than the others had to be her brother. jace.

He looked like he'd lost his soul mate. His best friend. His protector. His leader. His sister. His family. His other half. All in one being.

He didn't care for the people around him as he sobbed heavilyy over her dead bod, screaming at her every now and then.

The second to look most affected was Rosa, my mother. she may be a vampire but her gift is to be as pure as the woman on the ground. Bonded by a sacred ritual many many years ago.

She sobbed besides jace, holding onto him in attempt to comfort him while she herself had lost a very old and very close friend

I felt mostly empty, like a hole had been placed inside me and no matter what I did it would never be full. Not without her.

I had no idea why she had affected me in such a short amount of time but I tried not to dwell on it.

Maybe it was her quick temper.

Her fast reflexes.

Her strength.

Her beauty.

Her power.

Her grace.

Her eyes.

Her hair.

Her smart curious look.

Her fighting technique.

Her bravery.

Her quick split second decisions.

A while had passed before anyone moved. Her family were unable to accept that their daughter is dead. Her heart no longer beating, not even for my hybrid hearing.

The large mass of wolves were silent, on their knees as they showed their respect for the dead. They mourned for the woman they had only met minutes ago. The woman that knew I loathed every fibre of her being, the woman that had died in my place.