Beauty and The Vampire

Marking

Things get a little intense. I also rewrote the beginning half of this chapter because I thought it was eh, but its still eh. eh.

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Unedited. Just wanted to say that I do have an edited version on word, but I won't switch out the parts until the ending of the book.

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Confused. I was confused.

It's been days since I've seen either one of them. I had walked into the infirmary after the little heated make out session Luka and I shared, to find Alec gone. When I had asked Max where he had gone, he only said that he ran out after me, but was no where to be found after. I knew. I knew that he must have stumbled upon us, and caught a front row seat to my lowest point I have ever gone.

I ran my hand through my hair, ruffling up the small waves in frustration. One minute I was kissing Alec, and the next my lips were stolen by Luka.

"Charity, I don't want to hurt you." He hadn't hurt me, but instead I burned myself. I dug my own grave by letting my guard down around him again, and surrendering. Giving myself to my father's murderer.

I needed to get a grip on myself. One second I wanted to kill him, and the other second, I want to smash my lips against his.

I wasn't the only one that got hurt by my actions, but this time I just had to drag along Alec as well. What did he think of me. He probably felt that I played with his emotions...Did I? That was another thing that I was going to have to figure out.

I came across a series of rose bushes.

I always found that it was easier to release my stress in the outside breeze, and for the past few days I had spent my time in the garden.

I plucked one of the roses into my grasp, spinning its stem around to see the thorns displayed at its sides. It was fully bloomed, showing variations of its pigmented, red hues. I felt a tear run down my cheek, and drop onto one of the rose petals.

"She was as delicate as a rose, but as tough as its thorns."

I smiled, at the memory of my father describing my mother. He had that lost, happy look in his eyes whenever he spoke of her. I was very fond of how much they loved each other. Many mornings were consisted of walking downstairs to find them in each other embrace, or my mom constantly scolding him for being careless. It was one or the other, no in between, but there was love and that's all they needed.

I let out a sigh.

Growing up, all I wanted was to find a love like theirs. No fake happiness, just pure raw emotions. To experience all the happy moments as well as the bad. To love, and to fight because you love.

Now I had two boys, and I didn't know what to do with either of them. How can it be called 'true love' if it all started with a curse? Everything felt so real, but at the same time I can't help to think that none of this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for that witch. What's there to love in the first place?

I couldn't shake the words Max had told me before. That Alec was just like Luka, but he learned how to control his demons. That maybe if Luka had someone, he could control them too. It was hard to picture Luka with a smile, loving the feeling of someone in his arms. It was almost funny to think of. Then there was the defeating image of him killing my father. I really did hate him, and it made me hate myself for letting my emotions get the better of me.

It didn't mattered about the possibility of him changing, he had crossed the line. I couldn't just forget.

There was just one dawning expression of his I couldn't forget. The pained look in his eyes as he said he didn't want to hurt me. For once, I felt like I was seeing past his collected demeanor, but then he left, leaving me with a bundle of unanswered questions.