The vampires tutor

Lesson 24.

My mind in a far off place thinking of only her, how her small smile will bring the cloudy of days to so some sunshine. How her eyes hold so much pain that it could bring any man to his knees, making them wish to relief her burdens even for a moment. If only I could be who she would lean on in the hard times, if only she would let herself realize she does deserve something good. 

My brush strokes on the canvas mimic her over the canvas in a thick red layer; but the red. It brings a cruel smile to my lips as I remember my first piece; the echo of their screams in my head bring me to a state of nonallergic peace that nothing else can give me. 

Standing there in that moment, I hear someone walking closer to me and I slowly pull myself back to reality, but just look back to my painting when I see that it is Mackenzie. 

"You have a rather scary face on, brother." Mackenzie says, when she is next to me. 

I set my brush down and step back from my painting, cleaning my hands with a white cloth. "What does it look like?" I ask setting the cloth down next to my paint brush. 

"I think you know what it looks like; besides I came here for a reason." She says, walking closer to the canvas and looking at my painting with studying eyes. 

"Then get to the point." I snap and glare up at her. 

"Well, look who takes down the caring brother act." She gives me a knowing glance and I feel a tug in my chest. 

"Sorry, what is it you wanted to talk about?" 

"What happened to those three football players the other day from history? I hear they got into a car accident; but no trace of fowl play." She looks back at me with a curious look and her hands on her hips. 

"I don't know what you are talking about." I play dumb. 

"Don't treat me like a child Ben, I went and saw the car. There is clearly your signature mark there, the classic red splash of blood on the window shield." She folds her arms over her chest and looks at me with a disapproving glare.  

I look away from her and ball my hands into fists. "You wouldn't have done anything to them." 

"So you did?" She rolls her eyes.

"Yes." I admit and take a deep breath trying to calm myself down, how dare they say and try to do what they were trying to do to my sister. 

"I would have done something if things got to out of hand." She stands up for herself and I give her a look which questions that. She may be fierce and a worthy opponent; but she is a sweet girl at heart and still carries some deep wounds with what happened to her and her mate. 

"Really? because how I see it; you would have let them get away with what they did to you and then spread the copies of that video around," I walk towards her as she stands their stunned, " until you just happened to get taken advantage of while you still believe that humans have a good side. Yet Gage will continue to treat you like crap as you cry over Nick who was murdered by humans." 

"Shut up!" She hisses at me and slams me against the wall, "If you ever say his name again, so help me Ben I will make you wish you were never made." 

"Is that a promise?" I whisper with her forearm choking me. 

"You masochist." She spits and steps back. "Dinner is almost ready, mother told me to tell you to wash up and come down." She adds before walking away.  

Even though it seems like she hates me, Mackenzie and me have been through a lot together and no matter how often we get on each others nerves. We both know that the other will be there when ever the other needs them. 

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out to see a text from Mackenzie, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly. 

(You should try another color besides red in your painting, you masochist :P )

I roll my eyes and look back to my painting, I pick my brush back up and do some finishing touches on it before stepping back and looking at it from a distance. 

Sitting down on my stool, I rest my arms on my knees and stare at my work. It is a portrait of the person who I wish could be mine, but will never give in and let herself be happy. 

Walking out of my studio, I lock the door behind me and walk back up the path to the house. When getting into the house, I walk into the dinning room to see that everyone is there sitting down and just about to eat. Taking my seat next to Mackenzie she bumps my shoulder, but my eyes are trained on to the some beautiful creature sitting at the head of the table. 

Her eyes obviously avoiding mine, but I can't help myself. 

When we all finish our meal, Jordan takes out the remains and I walk into the kitchen. 

Jane's back is to me as she washes the dishes, slowly I walk up behind her and hold her waist; she completely freezes and i rest my head on her shoulder. 

"Why is it that the one who deserves happiness, can't see what I see in her?" I whisper. 

"Ben." She says, setting the dish in her hands down and trying to pull my hands off of her. 

"No, Just this once, answer me." 

"You don't know what I did Ben," She pauses and I can tell she is having a hard time saying what she wants to say, "You deserve to be with your mate. I won't take that from you."

She takes a deep breathe and in the exile whispers, "You don't know the pain that happens when you kill-"

"Your own mate?" I cut in, "I do know."