Let Me Free

Chapter 5

Mila's POV

Everyone got along with her so well...But they don't know her. No one knows her, who she is...WHAT she is. Except for me. She pretends to be soo innocent. But I know what she is. I've known since day one. Every day she shows small signs, all I did was piece it together. The spicy food, the rapid healing, how she became more active at night, the locked fridge in her room, how she winced for no reason and blood coated her tongue, and the strange looking amulet she never, EVER, took off. Well tonight its coming off. From my perch in the corner  watched her drink and smirked. If she continued like this, it would be way too easy. It was so easy to get Amanda to distract her too, all I had to do was suggest the game, and they did the rest. I felt a tug on my sleeve and looked over.

"Baby can we sit down? I want...nevermind.." my girlfriend Emma asked shyly, dropping her gaze to the floor. I smiled, Emma was my everything. I lifted her chin gently.

"Did you want to cuddle?" I asked, holding her face in my hands. She bit her lip and nodded, looking down. I kissed her forehead and lead her to the open couch. I laid down and pulled her on top of me, wrapping my arms around her. I've known Emma my whole life. We were best friends who happened to fall in love, united by tragedy. My face darkened, internalizing the memory of the night our parents died.

Flashback

"Emmieee" I whined, my little legs pumping hard to catch up to her as we raced through the woods, back to our family's cottage. "Slow dooooown." She rounded the cottage corner a few seconds before I did. Panting, I followed, and smashed right into her. We tumbled to the ground, locked in a ball of arms and legs. Laughing I straightened us out. 'Weird,' I thought, examining Emma. She was looking at the cabin with an expression that wasn't quite fear, wasn't quite...right. "Emma?" I shook her shoulder. "Emma what's wrong?" Her eyes were filled with a deathly glazed look, like ice over a pond, murky and dark. Her arm shook as she pointed, but she made no sound, her face never changed.

"Look Mila, someone's been painting. It's very red. The paint is very red." Her face turned towards mine.

My face wore confusion and I looked to where she was pointing. The cabin. Inside the cabin. Oh gods, what happened? The door was busted not splinters and there was blood dripping off of every surface imaginable.

"The vampires have been painting," Emma murmured. "Painting with mom and dad...turned mom and dad into paint." She giggled, but I knew she was crying without even looking. I could hear the tremor in her voice as she started to laugh and sob as I gathered her in my arms, shielding her from seeing.....

"You and me Emma, it's just you and me," I murmured soothingly. "I'll keep you safe. Safe from them. I'll kill them all to keep you safe."

End flashback
I ran my hand soothingly over Emma's hair as she slowly drifted off. She truly could fall asleep anywhere. All her quirks were reasons that I love her. The hyperactive tendencies, the goofiness, the ability to fall asleep anywhere, her happy take on life. All reasons that I say "I Love You". I made a promise to protect her from every fucking vampire in the world. I intend to keep it. Which is why Jocelyn Summers needed to go.

Emma and I stayed on the couch until the party died and everyone was leaving. Carefully I shook her shoulder. She started to flinch in her sleep. Nightmares again. I woke her quickly, grasping her tightly in a hug so she wouldn't scream. "It's just me baby, it's okay, I've got you." I whispered. She relaxed and hugged me. Standing, I hoisted her up and carried her to bed. Laying her down, I made sure she was securely snug before straightening. My expression shifted to a darkened and sinister sneer.

Padding quietly, I slipped into the hallway and glanced around for prying eyes. None in sight. Striding forward, I tried her doorknob. It turned soundlessly. 'Careless', I mused, 'she must be drunk.' Opening the door I slid inside. Jocelyn slept deeply in the bed, the only movement the ups and downs of her chest as she breathed. I walked over and carefully flipped her arm, trying not to shatter her sleep. My face twisted into disgust. No marks. She had hit her arm rough enough into the counter this morning to bruise horribly, but here there was nothing. Strike one Jocelyn, rapid healing.

Glancing around and stepping from the bed, I noticed the mini fridge. Reaching for it, I cracked it and used my body to shield her from the light. Strike two Jocelyn, a fridge full of blood. I shut the fridge and stepped back, turning to the closet to search for advanced spf sunscreen. Hearing a snort, I dove into the rack and peered out through a crack in the clothes.

Jocelyn stirred and sat up, necklace flashing against bare skin. She mumbled incoherently and waved her hand towards the cracked blinds. Instantly they closed and the room was plunged into pitch darkness. I heard a 'poomf' of head hitting pillow and seconds later, the light snores of a sleeping vampire. Because that's what you are Jocelyn Summers. Strike three, telekinesis.

After a few seconds I walked towards her carefully and felt for the jewel studded pendant. Grasping it firmly I gasped when I felt an electric current pulse through my hand. I grinned. I could feel it. My head fell back, face splitting in a grin. The power. It felt so good. Using my other hand, I slowly lifted Jocelyn's head and pulled off the necklace. I studied it in the light of a cracked blind. Purple and gold and beautiful. Glancing at Jocelyn I grinned menacingly and walked out the door. Time for some research.