Night Guardians

Chapter Ten- Who are you?

Hello again! I couldn't help but put another chapter up today. This is my first flashback scene i've done properly so bear with me ok? Oh yes, a few of you guys have been wondering what Beth is....of course I won't tell you (what kind of writer do you think i am? haha) but i am curious to what you think she is so if you could comment your thoughts that's be cool. Humour me :D Oh and another thing! I dedicated this chapter to someone who has been voting and commenting and picture searching for me loads and is amazing! Adore them! :D

*Beth's POV*

Ash had been handling everything pretty well so far.

I’d told him how everything had started. How my mother had been murdered and that someone had saved me from the vampire who had killed her before he could have killed me.

The rest of it was a lot more complicated.

“I didn’t move from my mother’s body. I just sat there crying while holding her bloody corpse. I’d completely forgotten about the man who’d saved me. I didn’t even realise he was still there. I just remembered being pulled away from my mother, kicking and screaming like a little kid. I had punched him and kicked him over and over, but he didn’t flinch and he didn’t try to stop me either. I was like that for a while, just screaming at him. Calling him the worst names I could think of. Words I’d never used before and probably didn’t make sense.”

I chuckled at my own stupidity.

“I was out of my mind.”

I’d been looking away from Ash the whole time I’d been talking.

He hadn’t screamed, ran away or anything like that. He was just looking at me listening to what I had to say, really listening to me, hanging on my every word.

But, this wasn’t easy for me. I had never told a living soul about any of this before, from the Shadow or the Human world.

What had happened on the night my fifteenth birthday I had always kept hidden, buried beneath everything. But no matter how far down I buried it, I remembered it all so perfectly, as if it had all happened merely hours ago. I wasn’t speaking directly to Ash anymore. I was only repeating it all, absent minded.

*Flash Back*

I was soaked in my mother’s blood. So much I could smell it. It was everywhere on me, on my clothes, on my face. It was even glued into my hair. All from when I had been holding her in the grass.

Oh Gosh, her eyes! They were wide open. They had been staring right at me, but the green in them had been completely drained. Empty. There was no life left in her...

My mum was...dead.

That couldn’t be possible, she was my mum. She was as tough as an ox. She couldn’t be dead, she just couldn’t be.

But there was no way around it. That, that thing had ripped her throat clean out. Nothing could survive that. Even if they had, they’d have drowned, from their lungs being filled with blood-

I shook my head, as if the movement could throw the horrible thoughts away into the air, far away from me as possible.

Mum. She was gone.

The man who had saved me was still holding me back from running back to my mother’s body. I’d been kicking and screaming for a long time now, in the small clearing next to two dead bodies. I realised it didn’t matter if I screamed or shrieked or did anything to fight him at all. There was no one here, no one could hear me. It was just us, us and the dead.

I stopped fighting against him. He still had his hands on my upper arms, holding me in place. He didn’t forcefully keep me there, but he still held me in front of him, keeping my body turned away from my mother laying there in the grass.