There Is No Never Ever [MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 15: The Strange Symbol and My Vampire Stalker

“Cassie—” Destin stepped forward grabbing my upper arm.

                I yanked my arm from his hold.  “Don’t touch me.”  Then I left them all standing there like a bunch of dumbstruck idiots except for Fernias who looked as if he wished all this drama would disappear.  I guess he wasn’t exactly hoping for a lunatic hormonal teenage girl to come and drop all her issues on him.

                Apparently I wasn’t kidding when I said I was going to dig a hole because I dug one.  With a shovel off the side of Fernias’ cabin.  So now I’m sitting at the bottom thinking.  What’s the fastest way to commit suicide?  Perhaps actually burying myself.  No, suffocation hurts too much.  Or maybe I could get Tyven to drain me dry.  That doesn’t sound half bad except Destin wouldn’t let me get within a thousand miles of a vampire if he found out.  I suppose I’ll settle for a half burial.

Tyven’s POV

                “You’re late.”  Valia sang to me as I strode into the cave.  The claw shaped rocks on the outside served as a creepy reminder that I was something less than human.  I stopped and glanced at Valia.  Her legs were draped over the edge of the sharply cushioned forest green armchair, her eyes never once glancing up, and her fingers were slipping across the pages of Twilight for the thousandth time.  Who reads that crap?  I mean, sure we can walk in the sun, but it’s hardly the work of magical rings or sparkles.  I shudder at the thought.

                “Bite me.”  I said, frustrated that I even had to be here.

                Valia’s fiery red eyes flashed up and a devious smirk played on her lips.  “That could be arranged.”

                I ignored her and continued to the marble staircase which lead to a hallway of dozens of rooms where the rest of our coven resided, though I could hardly call them brethren without feeling sick to my stomach.  All of them were as vain and cruel as Valia’s silver tongue.  I can’t bear her company let alone any of the others.

                “Back already, Tyven?  We were beginning to think you got lost.”  Said Chev.  His expression said, he really didn’t care if I were here or not, he was simply bored.  I smiled as Chev watched me from his spot where he was leaning on the door frame then I turned my attention to what was going on inside the room behind him.  Kayflin was napping on the couch in his usual manner, probably dreaming about something nasty by the way the drool was dripping from the sides of his mouth; Bleston, “Lest,” was glaring a new hole on my forehead probably because he was stuck here in this cave with nothing to do; and Dorridge, “Rid,” bounced a ball up and down on the paddle he was holding, glancing over at me every few bounces.

                This is exactly why I hated this place.  We were all locked up in here for extended periods of time which made the rest of my coven irritable.  “Any luck finding the girl?”  Lest smoothly spoke in his English accent.

                “I’m glad to see you haven’t lost the attitude, Lest.”  I sarcastically spit out.  “Why don’t you go find a squirrel and break its neck?”

                Lest laughed humorlessly before gliding out of his seat in the cave living room and striding over to Chev and me.  “That’s funny because I seem to remember a time when it was you who needed to go out and break someone’s neck.  I think you need a summer school lesson to remind you exactly what you are.”

                “Keep telling yourself that.  Maybe one day you’ll get through.”  I watched the muscles clench beneath Lest’s skin knowing full well how much he wanted to beat that Vampire 101 lesson into me until I bled.  Too bad it would never be allowed.  I was second in command of this coven and whether or not Lest chose to believe it, I had over 430 years on him.  Smiling, I spun on my heel and made my way down the hallway to the last set of stairs I would have to climb before I met with him.