Beautiful Monster and Her Beast

#3- Love Trumps Hate

Insight #3

"Emotions are strong and powerful things. Understandably, people run and hide from them. Even the worst people have trouble coming to terms with their emotions. But some, they deny, deny, deny their emotions, until they break. I have emotions. I choose not to listen, but they are still there. I wish I could be stronger, or weaker, so I could bring myself to turn them off. The switch is there. I can just reach it, my fingers graze it in the depth of my mind. 

Love trumps hate, and my emotions pull me into a pit of despair, telling me I am not ready to hate just yet." 

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Chapter #3- Love Trumps Hate

"Lara, come and get something to eat!" Ari suggested brightly

"You didn't eat last night," Devina added, "Are you sure you are feeling good?"

I gave them a small smile as I nodded my head. El gave me a knowing look. She understands. I haven't eaten in a week. Not food, because the food is pointless to El and I. No, its blood, I have not drunk any. I need it to survive. 

Paranoia consumes me, and I cannot bring myself to drink it where people might find out. El is not as worried as me. She didn't get powers as strong as mine when we were changed. She is the brain and I am the muscles.  We always joke that we can kill them if they find out, but my stomach becomes physically sick when people get too close to me when I am not fully focused on my control. 

I am not in control of myself. I am very powerful, but not very strong. Physically and mentally I can only control a small amount of my power. But I can still use more than I can control. The most out of control I have been, was when a demon killed my sister.

She was not a supernatural, just a human girl. The demons were not meant to find out who the vampire princesses are, but one did. He came and hunted our family. He took a young innocent girl from her home and killed her because she couldn't tell him information she did not know.

 I don't remember what I did, or how I did it. People say I killed the demon and all who knew him, but they never go into too much detail. I think they are trying to hide from everyone what exactly happened. They are all dead. The demon and his family. His friends, people he talked too. I used so much power to do this, I was in a coma for 3 months. I was out of control. It is too risky to reveal myself without my mate there to support and stable my powers.

Hate and anger are the most powerful emotions that I know. But apparently, Love Trumps Hate. But I would not know this. I have not found my mate. When we do meet, he becomes the key to controlling my full power. But, to be honest, I doubt he will want me, or if he even exists. 

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The rest of the day flew by. I could not keep this up for much longer. I need to feed before I lose control of my senses. I need to feed before I end up killing to get blood.

As the bell rang for the end of a rather uneventful day Mione and Dev rushed back to the house. They were getting ready for a double date, with some boys from the nearby boy's school. Ari was in the library with her team getting ready for the fast-approaching Maths competition. I was left alone in the corridor with El.

But not for long.

We ran through the streets as the sun was setting. Not at vampire speed, but at a normal pace for a human run. It was not yet dark, so we could not risk it. Searching for a meal with El was always very amusing. She would make jokes about each person we encountered, which always made the mood lighter, and less depressing. We both knew that I hated feeding on people, but this was the only way we could feed. We cant just drink out of a bag like a normal vampire, that is not how the royals work. It had to be from a live host, or it would not do us any good.