Nephilim

38

Kirstin's P.O.V.- Present Day

I watch the knife in my hand twist slowly, drawing blood from the nonexistent wound on my palm, slowly digging deeper into my palm, watching the crimson liquid stain my palm, beginning to create a puddle to big for my hand. It drips to the ground slowly, Amelia's voice loud in my ears, "Does that make you feel better about yourself? Pathetic. That's what you are. You're pathetic, you're just looking for attention, if you really wanted to end it, you would have plunged that blade straight into your chest."

She was perched next to me in the rafters of the training room, easily hidden out of sight- and more importantly, hearing range- but still able to see everything. I stare at my bloodied hand, sounding as numb as I feel when I speak, "It wouldn't do anything. These won't kill me. Trust me, I've tried. The only thing that happens is ruining a perfectly good shirt with a hole, and a whole lot of blood. Besides, it's not about dying. It's about feeling something. 'I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all."

She snorts slightly, moving closer to watch me dig the knife deeper, "Which poet said that?"

"Not a poet, actually. It's from Pain by Three Days Grace. A rock band. Sounded fitting," I hear the door open, causing me to lower my voice. Just in case, "don't you agree?"

Her laughter is loud in the quiet room, "Sure, why not? Have your friends found a way to get rid of me yet?"

I roll my eyes, pulling the blade away from my hand, which now was nearly drenched in blood. I wipe it on my jeans, sliding it back into my holster, "You're still here, aren't you? I don't think they have but I haven't spoken to them since telling them you existed three weeks ago. Give 'em some more time, you'll be gone eventually."

The room falls into an eerie silence for about two minutes. Then a loud anguished screech came from her lips, sounding like there were multiple voices screaming at once. The noise sends me tumbling off of the beam I was sitting on, landing harshly on the ground with a crack, pushing myself to a sitting position quickly. The room was empty still, the door opening must've been in my head.

Amelia's furious form appears in front of me, breathing heavily. She moves forward, grabbing my hair harshly. Over the past two weeks, we had established that she can touch me, but I can't touch or hurt, her. Which, let me tell you, sucks. "You can't get rid of me. I won't let you! I'm here, forever and always, like a good mother should be." She lets go of my hair, fixing her unblemished outfit, before sitting on the ground next to me.

I hear the bone of my leg snap into place, earning a sigh out of my lips, the door opening at the same time. Ryder strides into the room, a smirk plastered on his face as he plops down next to me, "Hey there, Girlie. Care to fight me?"

I stare at a seemingly annoyed Amelia for a few more seconds, slowly turning to face him, "Uh, yeah. Why not?" I stand up wiping the blood on my hand onto my jeans, shaking my previously broken leg for a second.

He laughs, easily standing up and moving into a nearly languid stance, spreading his arms out in a 'come at me' type gesture, "Whenever you're ready, Princess." I instantly recoil, taking a few steps back. A look of realization dawns on his face, "Oh shit! Sorry, I didn't think about that, I am so sorry." He takes a step forward.

I study the boy in front of me for a second, taking a step forward, so there's barely any space between us. I let my hand trail over his jaw for a moment, examining the remorse in his eyes.

I draw my hand back, punching him harshly, quickly wrapping my right leg around his- his right, my left- hitting the back of his knee in the process of yanking my leg back toward me. I hit his chest with my other hand, watching as he drops to the ground with a loud thud, "You're forgiven. Now, are we gonna fight, or are you gonna continue taking a nap down there?"

He laughs, using his arms to bend his body into the air, moving back slightly before pushing himself forward, the momentum causing him to land in a crouch, a graceful move that looked right out of a movie. He spins to take my legs out from under me.

I evade the move easily, watching as he rises at the end if the spin, moving to punch his chest. He blocks my punch, pulling me forward and kicking me in the stomach. I break my arm free, recovering from the blow quickly, moving to kick him in the chest, going for a sidekick. He catches my foot, twisting at an uncomfortable angle, causing me to look at the wall that was originally behind me, and still going.

I smirk, using the twisting of the leg to.my advantage. I use my other leg to push off the ground, flipping in the direction he was twisting, kicking him in the head in the process. He releases my foot, so I spin and punch him in the chest a few times, him blocking most of them.

The fighting continues for a while, a back and forth of power, neither of us falling to the ground for a long, long time. Eventually, out of stupid luck, I got him pinned to the ground, his legs trapped under my feet as I sit on his waist. I jokingly point my blade at his chest, "Where would you like me to carve the word loser at, Sir?"

He smiles, playing along, "Well, change the word to your initials, then you could put it anywhere you like Darlin'." I laugh as Amelia's presence behind me is made known, her chest pressing up against my back as her hands snaked down my arms.

"Stab him through the chest!" She whispers venomously, her tone vindictive as she moves my hands toward his chest.

"What? No!" I yelp, attempting to move my arms away, only for them to be stuck in place, my struggle only shifting them slightly. The blade was pointed directly above his heart, one heavy push and it wouldn't be beating anymore.

"You don't need him! Love is a weakness! Especially for people like us. Men don't deserve us, they deserve to die." Her voice begins to echo again, the rooms light flickering as she forces my arms down. I put all my strength into pulling them back up, but a blossom of red begins to appear on his shirt, the blade easily passing through the thin fabric.

"No, I don't want to! No! He doesn't deserve it... I don't love him, stop!" Tears start streaming down my face as I try to yank.the blade away. Ryder's eyes widen, never leaving my face as I speak. He can tell...

"Liar! You're lying. We all know it. Stop fighting this Kirstin, it's for the best. All he's going to do is hurt you! Kill him, he won't even know it's because of me. He'll die thinking you're crazy, just like Michael did. He watched me die, thought I was insane, then went along and let my brothers kill him. He got what he deserved, now it's Blondie's turn!" The blade starts sinking deeper as I tug. Ryder stares down at his chest, his eyes turning gold. My body flies across the room, hitting the wall before sliding to the ground.

I stare at him as the room around me turns back to normal, Amelia staring at me, clearly pissed, standing behind the blond boy as his eyes fade to his gold-green color. He stands, staring at the blade in his hand, "You just... What the fuck was that? The whole thing... if you were that angry at me... What else is here? Why did-" I shoot up off of the floor easily teleporting out of the room as I begin to sob harder. I land in a dark alleyway, three blocks away, curling up into a ball on the dirty ground.

I don't hear the footsteps walking up to me, or the man's breathing, but I definitely feel it when he shoves something over my mouth, a heavy chemical on the cloth placed there, stronger than what a normal kidnapper would use, a mixture I've only ever smelled once before. He knows what I am. My vision starts to blur as a male voice whispers in my ear, "It's alright, Princess. I'll make everything better. She won't hurt you anymore. Shh..." My eyes roll up in the back of my head, everything going black.