Irene was sprinting down a long corridor, her ebony curls flickering in the hazy light and flowing behind her like a wind filled with fire and smoke. Like her hair was slowly burning and becoming nothing more than ash.
She cried out with tears streaming down her burning cheeks, her voice hoarse and reverberating around the infinite hallway; “Skyler…where did you go?! Please…anybody!”
The hallway seemed unending.
There was a vividly bright room at the end of the terrible hall. She could dimly see the contents that were in the room. Papers scattered all over, as if someone had thrown them about looking for something that was well hidden. Irene ran and ran on clumsy feet, her arms flaying in front of her, catching her tumble every time she fell.
The room was so close….
But when the bright, nimble, sunlit room at the edge decreased its distance, the hall would stretch and shoot up and become greater in size. Irene let out a scream that was muffled by an arm that came out one of the many doorways.
In fact, on the walls, there were murky shadows that were enfolding their muddy arms around her lean shoulders.
In addition, when she ran passed the doorways, like she had when she had screamed, they’d crashed open and she could faintly hear the screams of girls and boys her age, agony piercing their voices.
“Give us the girl!” a voice from one of the doorways screamed. “Give us, give!”
Sweat coursed down her forehead and onto her lips, the salty flavor pummeling onto her taste buds.
“PLEASE!”
"Do you know what you’re doing to us, Skyler? The König and the council will not approve of such a….humanly girl. She doesn’t have anything distinct about her that makes her special.”
Ashton shook her head, disappointment in her eyes. She was trying her best to be nice and explain, in a tone that was more polite, of how stupid Skyler was being and how reckless it was to act this way. He could get us all killed.
Ashton crossed her arms over her chest while gazing into Skyler’s darkened eyes.
I wonder when he last fed.
From the shade of his blue eyes and the way he was staring at Connor’s throat, it looked like he hadn’t had a sip of blood in over a week. This probably was the case, since he was back in his denial stage, where he wouldn’t let himself or the girl downstairs know or believe he was a vampire.
Ashton hated emo vampires that wondered around the planet in which they were born and raised, stubbornly trying to refute their blood lust, suppressing their need on small rodents that barely kept them living. The ones that really made her skin crawl were the vampires that spent their whole immortal lives questioning who they are and why they are and where they would fit in. and if you were realistic, that would be nowhere.
Ashton didn’t want to perturb Skyler. But hidden deep down in the smallest hindmost corner of her brain, she knew he had to be. He constantly said that he was the strongest vampire that ever lived, that he didn’t care about humans or anyone else. but she knew that was just a cover up to manipulate the feelings he loathed to let other people know he had, to show losing his wife and unborn child didn’t hurt him and made him more cautious with whom he gave his love to.
She knew he was just as tender as Connor, a human.
She saw that he was just a vampire, that didn’t want anyone to give him what he thought he shouldn’t have.
