Lost Gold

Chapter Nine

Eliza's POV

I lay, face down, like a starfish, with my hands and legs spread out, on my bed. I couldn't get up. It's not like I was losing my vampire strength, it's just, I lacked the mental muscle to do anything other than lie around all day and mope.

A knock on the door made me jump. I was so out of it, normally I would have known when someone was just outside my room, heck, I would have even known who it was, depending on the sound of their footsteps.

"Eliza! Let us in!" Jane called.

"Go away..." I mumbled pathetically. I imagined the girls outside looking at each other with surprised faces. I had never been so pathetic in my entire life.

"Eliza, sweetheart. Please open the door, we just want to help you." Another vampire, Dante said sweetly and quietly. While I had been at the Volterra castle, Dante had been something of an older sister to me, always there for me, always supportive, always willing to talk, always sorting out my endless problems. I knew Dante would help me out of my depressive mood.

Using my wind power, I turned the door knob and swung open the door, all with my face still buried in the sea green quilt covers.

"Neat." A voice said. I knew who it was. Christina was part vampire, part human, rather like Nessie, but she had been fully grown for a while now, her abilities enhanced. She was probably stronger than me, but not as fast, although she was most likely faster than Edward.

"Guys, really, I'm not going to be the best company right now." I said, raising my head from the covers. There stood my three best girlfriends (in a friendly way). Jane looking always sophisticated with her ash blonde hair twisted in an elegant knot at the back of her head, her deep red eyes staring intently at me. She was wearing her regular black, knee length dress and mandatory dark grey cloak. I had a cloak of the same colour, all the girls in the room had the same shade, meaning we were all of equal high rank. We were lower to only the three elders.

Dante had long black hair worn in a pony tail, and gold eyes. It was always such a comfort having another vegetarian around, especially when the human sacrifices were brought in. She wore tight, black, skinny jeans, and a contrasting, white, sleeveless top. Dante was always heavy on the accessories, and today was no exception. She wore a grey tie died scarf wrapped fashionably around her neck, and numerous, clinking bangles around her slender wrists. She was the fashionista of the group, always making sure what we were wearing was appropriate.

Christina had long, long, black brown hair that coiled around her neck, shoulders, and waist in beautiful waves. She had unique purple eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. Her face flushed with blood unconsciously. It was no problem, none of us would ever hurt Christina, the four of us were often known as the fabulous four, or the fearless four, or the fashionable four, or whatever else they could come up with using alliteration. 

"We don't care that you’re in a horrid mood, Lyz (pronounced Liez) we're your best friends, it's our job to make you feel better." Chrissy said cheerfully.

"I don't think I'm going to be so easy to fix." Dante sat on the side of my bed and patted my leg.

"Would it help to talk about it? We won't force you." She said. I couldn't hold in the laugh at that. Jane looked like she was ready to rip the answer out of me. She never really had been one for patience.

"Is it about that wolf you were talking to at the clearing?" Jane said, trying unsuccessfully to smother her curiosity.

"Yeah." I responded. She nodded knowingly.

"You must really love him." Was what she said. I nodded.

"Ahh... So we're dealing with a broken heart here! I would offer you a night of chick-flicks and cookies and cream ice cream, but I don't really think that's your thing right?"