IRDALAH YAMADA POV
Black.
That's the first thing that I see as I come to. I hear hushed voices in the background, and I call out softly. "Mom? Daddy?"
The voices stop. I feel a hand brush over my arm, and all my instincts flood back into me. I yank the dagger from beneath the pillow I'm laying on. My body is aflame and I'm panicking.
"Hey, hey, chill out! We're not going to hurt you!" My anxiety only skyrockets and my flames start to become hot enough to begin burning the sheets I'm sitting on. Smoke starts filling the room when a voice I recognize yells my name.
"Irdalah, it's Elliot, you need to calm down before you burn us all alive!" His frightened tone calms my flames, my eyes slowly coming into focus. I see Cole leaning over me, his face twisted in agony.
"What's your problem?" I ask, my tone perhaps a bit too harsh. He pulls away, showing me his hands. They're burned fairly badly; second and third-degree burns charred into his skin. I shrug, and his lip curls in anger.
"Do you have no fucking remorse for things you do, Irdalah?!" He stands, moving away from me, his face contorted from his hands and sheer rage seething in his eyes "Are you that fucking heartless?!"
His words hit me like bricks and he immediately looks guilty. I look at Elliot, who looks both dumbstruck and disappointed in Cole.
"Yeah, I am. Actually, I have no heart at all. Now get the fuck out of my house." My words are razor-sharp, biting into the tense atmosphere. Anger consumes me once again as I look at Elliot.
"Take care of this," I snap, jerking my chin at the ashes that once were bedsheets. He nods and I stalk off, slamming my door behind me.
"The nerve of that fucking asshole!" I bellow. The words bounce off the walls as I make my way down to the hidden level of my home.
The temperature drops a few degrees, stone walls lined with weapons, chains, workout gear, the works. I wrap my hands and walk over to the punching bags in a corner of the room. I rise up on my toes, envisioning Cole's face on it as I strike it with all the force of a demon.
A guttural growl escapes me when my fists continue to bludgeon the bag. Cole's face slowly replaces itself with the image of the man who took the one thing I desire most of all: my heart.
The rage continues to erupt on the bag until, with an ear-piercing howl, the bag explodes with a blow from my fist.
"That was impressive."
I whip around to see Cole leaning on a wall, one foot propped up to support him. He pushes off and walks over to me, staring at the sand that is scattered all over the floor. I wipe the sweat from my forehead. "What's it to you?" I ask coolly, my tone just shy of icy.
"I'm sorry for what I said earlier," his shoulders slump, guilt is written all over his face. "Elliot had just got done explaining the whole situation and I couldn't even remember it long enough to keep my mouth shut. I'm truly sorry." He rubs the back of his neck as I warily watch him.
"Whatever." I throw back at him. "What really brought you down here? Surely, an apology wasn't your reason." His face tells me I'm right.
"I wanted to know why. Why do you sneak out just to kill men? And not just any men, you murder the murderers! Why?"
"You seek answers I am not willing to give you," I murmur, and dissipate, leaving Cole standing alone in my gym.
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I materialize in my bathroom and immediately strip free of my clothes, calling for Elliot to clean them. Looking at the clock, I see it's nearly two in the afternoon. They really had knocked me out all night.
When the water is running as hot as I can stand it, I step in, letting the water cascade down my hair and body, not wanting to acknowledge the one fiery tear that escapes.
As I clean myself, I let my mind wander to how I am going to catch this man who has my heart. Surely, the senseless killing, albeit killing of killers, is not getting me very far. I still have over two thousand names with nearly triple that tacked onto my wall.
"Mother, Father.....where is it?" I whisper, my head still spinning as I climb from the shower, heating my skin and hair to instantly dry myself. I drop the towel and walk naked into my closet to gather some clothes.
Returning to the bathroom, I stare in the mirror. I see a face looking back at me, flaming red eyes and golden hair shining in the lights, full lips and perfect skin glowing. My skin is tanned, my body fit and firm from the years of training, fighting, and killing. Yet, there is no emotion, no life in the eyes. Nothing of worth resides there.
I close my eyes and touch my hand to my chest, praying to find some kind of beat even though I already know there is none.
Feeling the rage again, my fist slams into the mirror, spraying the glass everywhere. My knuckles are cracked and split, gold littering the wounds.
I sigh. Until my heart is returned to its rightful place in my chest, I would never be whole.
Sorry for the hiatus! I can't wait to get back to writing this story!!!
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Hellbent
Vampiri"Why are you fighting me, Irdalah?" His voices breathes in my ear. I clench my fists, breathing heavily. "You know I feel only anger, Cole." "And why is that?" He asks, his lips nearly touching my own. "Because I am hellbent on finding my heart." **...
