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This cahpter is in Jasmine and Michaels POV. Jasmine first tho. Theres a little marker where Michaels POV starts.
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If i do another chapter, it will probz b in Adele's point of veiw (~btw~ Adele's name is pronounced AH-DELL)
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Life Sucks When your a Teenage Vampire
Chapter 3
Recap:
The look on her face when my fist connected with her perfect nose was one of surprise.
Not hurt.
Not guilt.
Not sorrow.
Not even loss.
She was merely surprised that i had worked up the guts to do it.
My father came tearing down the stairs. "what have you done?" He screamed at me.
As if he didn't already know.
"I punched her. In the nose." It had made a satisfying cracking noise.
I know that its pretty bad to hit your own mother and not feel any remorse. But she had been insulting my true family.
My mother looked up at me from the floor.
"Wicked child" she hissed.
Then she leapt.
My back smashed against the wall and my head felt like someone was trying to crack it open.
I smelt my own blood in the air and my hair began to get wet. My neck hurt where my mothers nails digged into my flesh.
All of a sudden, Michael was there, clawing at her, his wings erupting from his perfect, tanned skin. All I could think of was how beautiful he was at that moment. I heard angry snarls to my right, and saw Adele (in her wolf form) snapping at my fathers throat.
My family was there, fighting for me. Even against these century old Vampires who were so suddenly and completely unknown to me. Who were trying to kill me.
My family was there when i needed them.
I would return the favour some day.
But for now i was content, laying in Michael's arms as he carried me out of there. I watched Adele close the door on the bloody heaps that had once been my parents.
I would not cry for them, I promised myself as a single tear slid down my cheek.
And then everything was Black.
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Michael's POV
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As i watched my angel sleeping, her skin healing visibly (and at an alarming rate), my head was full of torment. This girl was no angel, Though i was convinced she was my personal one. Maybe that was the problem. Angels and Demons don't mix.
What had i been thinking? Those vampz had been old ones. I could've died, or damaged my wings. Which is the equivelant of dying.
But i couldn't stop myself. I saw her blood and it coloured my vision, until all i could think of was killing those who had caused it to leave the safety of her creamy skin.
I knew it wasnt love, because demons didnt feel love. Did we?
My head is a mess. How can i be thinking that i love someone when i dont even know the meaning of the damned word.
How could such a tiny, weak creature cause me such anguish? I wanted to end my frustration right now. I wanted to end my Jasmine.
As if reading my thoughts, Adele came in, growling for all she was worth.
"You will NOT harm her!" she angrily whispered at me, trying not to disturb my Jasmine.
Her voice was sounding more like a growl than actual words, but i could still understand the message.
Wait.
Did i just call Jasmine 'My Jasmine?'
Crap im more messed up than i originally thought.
Gotta get out.
Need to get out.
I rushed for the door, Adele glaring at me the entire way.
I ran into the night, letting the darkness eat me up until i was a part of it.
