The Ties That Bind Us (on hold)

Chapter 7: Ties of Violence

We fear violence less than our own feelings. Personal, private, solitary pain is more terrifying than what anyone else can inflict.

- Jim Morrison

Chapter 7: Ties of Violence

Gabe

My fist swung forward and met the body of the sparring dummy in front of me. My fists flew with rage and sorrow. I kept on hitting, pushing past my limit but still not relenting. It wasn't until I twisted wrong and landed on my ass, that I realized I needed to stop or I was seriously going to hurt myself. A small part of me whispered that, maybe I didn't care if I got hurt. She had used me. Why should I care about staying safe, when I already felt broken. I shook my head, banishing such foolish thoughts away from my mind. Standing up I walked towards the locker room for a shower, to clear my head.

Turning the handle I set the water to scalding and welcomed the feeling of the burning water against my skin. I washed the sweat from my body, and leaned my head up facing the shower stream. Bracing my hands on the wall in front of me, I just stood there and finally let myself feel something other than my searing anger. My tears fell from my eyes and mixed in with the water. I didn't sob, or yell. I just allowed myself to mourn silently.

After getting out of the shower and grabbing a towel I wiped the condensation from the mirror and looked at myself to check my eyes. As I looked I saw the specks of water streaming down my face, and over my chest. I still couldn't believe she had said that what we did meant nothing. That she only slept with me because my emotions were too strong. Had she really thought I would believe that crap?

Yet if I was being honest, she wasn't the one I was most angry at. The person I was furious with, was myself. My heart would not let me forget her or stop loving her, no matter how much my brain wanted to. Even after everything that happened, I was still freaking out over the hurt I saw in her eyes before I had slammed the door. I am such an idiot! I practically scream at myself. I shake my head, trying to clear once again, before I get dressed and start heading towards the kitchen to get lunch.

As I'm walking to the kitchen, I feel a sudden chill along with a sense of discomfort. Before I can prepare myself, I turn the corner and nearly run into Lance. "Well, well, well. Good evening, mutt. Where are you off to?" I tense at his insult, but try to keep calm and ignore him. Anytime the male was anywhere near me I had to remind myself not to hurt him. it became increasingly difficult as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Wait, Gabriel, I have a question for you. Since you know Daniella so well, do you happen to know what I would have to do to get her into bed?" my head whipped around as I looked at his smirk. He knows, I thought, He knows what happened between us. My calm vanished instantly, as I grabbed him by the shirt. "She is your sister, you sick twisted, son of a bitch." as I said that he glared, and I quickly realized the truth in my insult. His mother was the biggest bitch around. "Step-sister." he spat at me, "And how dare you refer to my mother that way." I smirked at his flare in temper, loving the fact that I could piss him off too. "I hadn't even meant your mother, but now that you mention it- OOMPH!" he punched my gut, using a large portion of his vampire strength to further the pain. He was strong, but untrained, unpolished. I on the other hand had 30 years of Guardian training on my side.

I continued to deflect his sad attempts to hit me which caused him to grow more frustrated. Suddenly out of nowhere, he managed to kick me square in the chest. I flew back and crashed into a wall, feeling pieces of plaster and stone crumble around me. When I looked up he had grabbed one of the decorative swords from the wall, and was coming towards me. "NOO!" someone shouted, before he was even halfway there. It was then, that I noticed a small crowd had gathered around us to watch the Prince beat the hell out of one of the guards. I glanced over at the source of the voice, and saw Dani running towards us. Her eyes were glowing and she looked furious, as she stormed towards Lance.

Using her vampire speed, she swiped the sword from his hands and impaled it in the wall next to his head. "What did I tell you?" she whispered, sounding more dangerous than if she had screamed. "I said to stay away from him. I told you to not even look at him." Before, the thought of Dani defending me made me feel proud, and loved. Now I just felt angry, ashamed, and even embarrassed. I stood up quickly and walked over to them,

"Please Zylan, don't worry about me. I'll be just fine." I said using an ice cold tone. Her head snapped up and as she looked at me the anger in her eyes dimmed into a dark look of regret. I couldn't stand to look at her pity, so I bowed my head and began to walk away. Lance had apparently not learned his lesson because he soon spoke up.

"Yes, walk away dog. I'll be sure to give the Princess the company she deserves." My fists clenched at me sides as I reined in me anger. Suddenly I heard a grunt, people gasping, and a loud thump. I turned around quickly to see Lance sprawled on the floor, with a huge cracked formed in the wall just above him. There was no doubt in my mind who had thrown him because those who weren't looking at Lance, were looking at their princess as she moved from her fighting stance and began to walk away.

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Dani

I was in so much trouble. I never should have thrown Lance into that wall earlier, because now his mom was, Pissed. Off. I mean sure, I don't care if she's pissed, or hates me. However, she is taking up my time going on and on about how I ought to be ashamed of myself for hurting her "Poor, precious baby." She makes me want to puke.

As she paces in front of me blabbing on and on, I see my dad keep giving me disappointed looks. That was what bothered me the most, was the fact that I had upset him. I think it was more the fact that I had acted out in public, that had him frustrated. He knew all about the struggle with my step-brother, and how Lance had his, continuous, creepy obsession with me.

I just couldn't really understand. He wasn't ugly, and as the prince he could likely get any female he wanted. So why was he determined to stalk me? I was the daughter of the Vampire King sure, but as far as Lance knew I was adopted. Suddenly Julia whips around and starts walking towards me, her long wavy brown hair flowing behind her. As much as I hated all of them, she and her children were very attractive people. They just did not have attractive character and attitude to match."What do you have to say to him?" she snapped at me, and I could see a hint of her fangs in her sneer. I glare at her "I'm sorry Lance." she curls her lip up at me. "You had better be sorry. Hmph, just leave already would you?" Without having to be told twice, I quickly got up and left as soon as I could.

After finally escaping the vile vampiress of the east, I decided to walk around the gardens to clear my head for a while. I just sat near the small creek and looked up at the moon's beauty. I jumped to my feet when I hear a sudden noise behind me. Walking as quickly as I could I exited the garden and headed towards the palace. A voice spoke up in front if me, "Now where are you going in such a hurry, princess?"

Zylan: Princess

A.N: So I know I haven't put up a new chapter of this story for a while, but I have been editing and such. In fact there are some new things that I added to previous chapters if you wanted to check it out, but none of it should change the plot or anything. Pretty much, the most important new development is I decided to put my own made-up language in the book. I created the language myself, and any similarities to a real life language was unintentional. The back story of the language will be explained at some point soon, and I will put the meaning of each word at the end of each chapter. Also I would totally love it if you guys started commenting a bit more, even if it's simple stuff like "haha". O.K I've babbled on long enough. Until Thursday friends.