Finally, after two months, I had found him. Beiley, the man I loved and thought I could trust. This man, who had pretty much, killed my little sister. Finally, I would get my revenge. I would avenge her death. For Beth.
“How dare you kill my sister!” I screamed at Beiley.
“But I didn’t! Skye, please believe me! ” he pleaded as I backed him into the alleyway corner. But I didn’t listen to what he said.
“Don’t deny it!” I screeched. “You didn’t drain her life away, but you gave away her hiding place to the Domoreans. That’s just as bad as killing her!” I pulled out an arrow from my quiver, loaded it into my bow, and shot him straight in the heart. As I walked out of the alley, and down Main, his screams covered the night sky. The smell of his life blood was intoxicating. But I ignored it. I could ignore his blood, long enough to find the courage to congratulate myself for avenging Bethany.
His screams didn’t haunt me that night. The only person in my dreams was my little sister, Bethany. Her dark hair, her bright green eyes, her innocent smile. She was so young. Why did the Domoreans want her? I was the one who killed Rustour. Their leader. But Lusret was still out there. Why did they kill her? To get to me, I already knew... But her death still hadn’t quite sunk in yet. Of an afternoon, I still sit at the window, waiting to see her and her best friend, walk up the drive way, their little smiles, the happiness I could see on their faces. Now, I don’t see anything. Some days, my mother has to drag me away from the window, me kicking and screaming, about the fact that she is still coming back. But I know she never is. But I’m glad now. Beiley is dead, and although I loved him, I was glad that he was dead. Finally, I might have some peace at last.
I was a Vetrien. A female blood sucking creature that drains the life blood from human. Vitriens could only be female. Domoreans, are dog-like creatures, which drain the life from humans. They age their victims until the body withers away into nothing. They also work with humans, trying to find young, suitable prey. Domoreans are soul traders. They trade pure young people’s lives for immortality, for eternal beauty, for health, and they even agree to make you one of them, if you can bring in enough young, innocent souls for them to drain.
When I got home, I curled up into my bed, tucked under my sheets, and put my face into my pillow.
“BETHANY! Why did you have to leave me?” I screamed into it, as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t stop crying until my mother came in to ask me what I wanted for dinner. I looked up at her, and she came straight over to me.
“Shh, baby, don’t cry. Everything’s going to be alright,” she started singing to me. “Follow me, everything is alright, I’ll be the one to tuck you in at night, and if you wanna leave, I can guarantee, you won’t find nobody else like me. I’m singing, follow me, everything is alright, I’ll be the one to tuck you in at night, and if you wanna leave, I can guarantee, you won’t find nobody else like me’.” That just made me cry even more. It was Beth’s favourite song.
“Sweetheart, I need you tonight. Could you please, please, help me?”
“Okay Mum, I’ll help you, what with?”
She just looked at me. I knew what she wanted me to do. She wanted me to go through Beth’s room and get all the stuff I wanted to keep, all the stuff I decided should be given away. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m not going to do that. I’ll do anything else. But I refuse to go into her room, and go through her stuff. No, no, no, no!”
“Please, I just can’t do it. I’ve been trying all day, but I just can’t do it. Every time I decided I have to, because I know you won’t, I almost go in, then I freak out and go to the kitchen and scrub and boil all the silver ware. I just can’t do it.” She was close to tears.
