Love, Regrets and Lies

~Love, Regrets and Lies~ Chapter 14

~Aimee~

Charlotte lives. Well, Charlotte number two anyway. I made sure Charlotte number one was finished off, didn't I?  

I remembered the day I met Sam, the day I killed his sister. Sam must have noticed I had stopped chanting and came over to see what was wrong.  

'Hey, what's up?' He wrapped his arms around me, trapping me close to his chest. 

I pulled away. 'You know what's wrong.' Tears spilled down on my cheeks. 'Charlotte. That's Charlotte. I  

KILLED Charlotte! Charlotte is dead. I saw it. The day I met you...' I was raising quite a crowd now. 'Why can't we-' I gestured to the drows 'Just hunt animals, not humans. It tore Sam's family apart, and it only left himself and James. It isn't fair. You see what a nice guy he is? Such a nice, sweet, caring guy, and I'm sure Jay and Charlotte would have been that way too. And his mother. It just...isn't fair.' Tears bubbled up and I ran out into A3 in one of the large Oaks. 

'Regret?' I jumped and almost fell out of the tree. 'Regret in a Graed 14 fighter? You can't honestly be referring killing a BABY!' Ciana laughed her annoyingly beautiful, tinkly laugh. She flew up and landed a branch above me.  

'Well, the baby just happens to be my mates little sister, and it tore apart what was left of his family. I feel disgusted with myself, and you know that, so don't rub it in.' I snapped at my favourite teacher.  

'No need to get cranky, Aimee. I'm just saying, maybe you can't handle Graed-' 

'I can handle Graed fourteen! I'm sorry if I don't like killing babies! Its only human!' 

Her red and purple eyes glared at me as she landed down in front of me. 'You aren't human.' She spat, as she placed her fist on my heart, then anciant drow signal for hatred.  

'Goodbye.' She flew down and strut out the door.  

'Well, talk about mixed messages.' I muttered, rubbing where her nails had dug into me as the pushed off. 

**yeah, yeah, yeah, its reeally short, sorryyyy. Okayy, got a total of TWENTY private messages telling me there's not enough Emzhell any more. Those are the twenty fans that actually are bothering to read this. Yeas. I am tired and I have to get up at 7:30am to catch a flight. Grrr.