Bitten

Chapter Twenty-Two: Met You In The Dark.

Tiberius

After dropping Rosalie off at her house, I race back home.

I didn't sleep a wink last night, I was too paranoid that at any moment she would wake up after having one of her dreams. Those dreams which are nothing of the sort. They are only memories of what I compelled her to forget.

How much longer before she finds out what I am? I suspect it will be soon... very soon. I can not stay here. I must leave.

It pains me so much to leave her alone when she has just opened up to me, just really started to trust me, but I have to. I have no choice. If I stay it will only make things worse.

I pull into the driveway next to my black Aston Martin and Serena's white BMW and hurry to the front door.

When I practically run into the house Serena looks up in shock.

"What is it? What's wrong?" She asks, quickly standing up and rushing to me using her speed.

"I need to leave," I say not allowing myself to elaborate before speeding up the stairs.

Serena is on my feet.

"What? Where?" She asks.

"I don't know yet, but by tomorrow morning I need to be as far away from here as possible," her eyes widen and I know she knows this has something to do with Rosalie.

"It's her, isn't it? Oh Tiberius, what have you done?"

When I don't answer, her anger increases.

"Tiberius I told you! I told you that you shouldn't get involved with her! I knew something like this would happen! God damn it Tiberius tell what the hell happened!" She is screaming by the end.

"Serena!" I yell to hush her.

She stands impatiently with her arms crossed over her chest. I attempt to calm myself.

"Listen okay. I don't need you yelling at me about how wrong I was. I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have gotten involved with her, I should have listened to you. But you're really not helping anything right now. So could you please just book me a flight to somewhere in south-east Asia?"

Without another question, she nods and is out of sight.

As much as we fight, I do dearly love my sister. She has been with me for centuries, through my absolute worst, and she has never faltered, through any of it.

I grab a suitcase and shove in it what I only absolutely need, nothing more.

I keep telling myself I should just compel her again, that maybe that will fix everything. But I know it will only make things worse.

I met someone once, a woman named Elizabeth back in the 1880s. That was a time in my life I'm... un-proud of to say the least.

I had compelled her and a group of her gals to do things for me and some of my vampire friends at the time.

They willingly gave us their blood and danced for us and other things. Then afterward, we sent them on their merry way like we had done many times before.