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a n g e l i n a

you know how in movies, there are those slow motion, muted out scenes where something dramatic happens?

like when a character dies and the person that most cared about them is held by another loved one as they broke down screaming and crying. that was probably what was happening right now.

as i watched elijah's body drop to the ground, i broke down instantly, crying and screaming as calum wrapped his arms around me and held me back.

yes, i only learned who my parents were today. hell, i was the one who killed them. and i did properly meet elijah today, but that didn't mean i was going to love him any more or less. time doesn't define love or a relationship, especially with family. at the end of the day, he was my brother, my little brother, and he chose to take his own life on his own terms. i wasn't able to do a damn thing about it. because then and there was when it really hit me.

i had absolutely no one left.

no one of the same running bloodline as me. i was, more or less, the last of my kind. so i had to do what any leader would do, i had to stand up and lead my people along the right path. after all, that's what i was born to do, wasn't it?

"angelina?" calum whispered in my ear.

that was when i wipes my tears and stood steadily on my two feet, walking across the warehouse on my own and picking up one of the guns that was on the ground.

"angelina, what are you doing?" luke asks me.

i took the pistol and i shot it right up into the air.

"for those of you who stand by the tarantino's, i demand you step forward at once." i spoke loudly. "for my name is angelina tarantino. and you will do as i say, for i am now your new leader."

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