Break The Ice

Chapter 11

Chance:

Rats.

Cockroaches.

Mold.Smelly, putrid mold.

Aside from my absolute disgust with how these people could so easily exist in such pestilence and disgust, I was actually starting to lose faith in the plan. Maybe I should have just stayed home and watched Harry Potter as I, right now, wanted to do so badly. But I couldn't, not with the leverage he had.

That, and the fact that there were vampires everywhere. I would be a dead man if I tried to escape, so now I just had to hope that my gamble was in my favour.

I hated my parents,very much so. Despite my hate, I could never have wished on them a fate like that of Arnold's intentions. I knew he was telling the truth when he told me, because his voice held the emotional changes,but it never reached his eyes. Those eyes, void of any feeling other than instinct,it's the curse of vampirism. For eternity and preservation, the soul is forfeit. Also, I guess somewhere deep,way,way deep, I still cared about them.

"Okay, seroiusly," I commented,"have you people never heard of Lowe's or Home Depot? It wouldn't kill you to take hostages with a little more class."

Arnold didn't say anything, he just rolled his eyes and carried me along, before shoving me into a chair and rummaging around. The million and one plans I had formulated, all blew up as I paled at what he held in his hands. Rope.

Nikolai:

I reminded myself to relocate the car,having decided it was too slow and choosing to go on foot. Well,paw,to be exact.

I was a man on a mission. Seeing how everything was blurring past me, I knew I was pushing hard. Still, it all seemed to go on indefinitely as fears coursed through my mind. It took my all to repress them, not wishing to even think about losing him. My brain could never and will never register that.

Finally,after a vigorous excercise of patience, I saw the skyline of the city and pushed again to land myself in the trees. After making sure I was decent for the public eye and human, I made for the doors and the bile in my stomach churned as I saw police everywhere. I ran, ignoring the calls of the police, straight to where I needed to be,just to make sure,craving that assurance.

My heart was an audible hum,at least to me, my stomach was caving in on itself. I could hear my heart cracking and shattering as I searched everywhere. Nothing.No one. Not even a faint trail of  that delicious smell he always had, like Vanilla and Autumn. Slumping to the floor, for the first time in centuries, I cried.

He took my Chance, my one chance at happiness. Arnold,won. I had nothing more to live for. I was a lone wolf, and now, more alone than ever. As if the world wanted to salt the wounds even more, everything played out in my head.

The way Chance and I danced the first time he met me. How I helped him from his abyss when he lost his friends. How I held him in my arms when he cried at their memories and his parents' rejection. How he looked just so ravishing in anything. I also recalled how his eyes, his beautifully golden eyes were always alight with some hidden mischief. Lastly, the way we sealed ourselves to each other in one night of bliss like nothing I had ever experienced. I love him. It was that simple and I knew,without even a thought of doubt, that he loved me.

About a minute must have passed by,before I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning to speech off who I thought was an officer, I instead was face to face with my sister, whose eyes were welling up at seeing me in pain.

"Nik," she began, "I'm so sorry-"

"Please," I begged, the tears still falling,"I don't need to hear it. He's gone." Ella pulled me into her embrace.