Shards of Sunset (Twilight Fan-Fiction book 2)

Chapter 6 Better than revenge

Chapter 6 Better than revenge

Lucas's POV

My fingers bend and unbend multiple times, as I try to pass the time until morning. Most nights I sleep for about four hours, before some nightmare wakes me up and then I'm stuck until morning. I've continued my self harm, and now my arms bare signs of the cuts that are the only thing holding me together. The last four weeks, I've just been sitting around worrying about the day, when rosalie finally finds me. I'm not ready, and I have two innocent people depending on me.

I sit up in my bed, and look around. We kept the habit of getting two rooms, when we stop at hotels. I'm all alone in this room, so I don't have to worry about waking anyone up. I usually try to stay in bed, when I wake up early in the morning, but we're in a big city, and there are plenty of places still open, where I can make something of my time. It's weird that I've traveled so much in the last few months, but before I met Emmett I was confined to one little Georgian county.

I slip a pair of jeans, and a sweater over my bare chest and legs. It's still pretty cold up here in Michigan, so a shiver slides down my back, when the breeze stirs my hair. I numbly pull the hood over my face, and continue walking down the hotel perimeter on the north side of the building. When I leave the glow of the hotel's street lamps, a totally different kind of shiver rolls down my spine. This is the part of town that tourists aren't supposed to go. The part of town, where people tend to get hurt.

I continue my stroll down the shady part of this big Michigan city. There's nobody around, so I feel okay at the moment. Once I've crossed the city and I find the store that was listed on the internet I walk in. In Georgia the only thing open past eleven was the Tom Thumb. The woman at the check out looks at me with a small smile. I force my lips up in a greeting, before crossing back to the weapon's supply desk. I wait patiently for the salesman to appear before me.

I smile softly, before asking the inevitable. I knew that I was about to be getting some strange looks.

"I need a gun and some wooden bullets. Also could I get some heavy duty chains?" I ask politely, causing him to glance awkwardly at his co-worker.

"You'll need to show some ID for the gun, but I'll get you the chains right quick" the gruffy man says, smiling lazily at me. I should've known it would be harder to get weapons.

"Actually he's my assistant, and I sent him. I totally forgot to remind him about his ID. He's a senior in college. I need it for the exhibit that I'm presenting to the public tomorrow, so I don't have time for this. Just give us the stuff, and we'll be on our way" a woman from behind says loud and clearly, before the man jumps to his feet and begins to fumble through all the piles of stuff, and eventually coming up with the things I asked for. I smile brightly, before he asks me.

"Do you need anything else tonight?" he looks between the two of us, and the brown haired girl now standing beside me smiles, before saying

"A crossbow and some thick arrows, or stakes. If that's not too much to ask" she says in a tone that left no room for insubordination. When she uttered the word stake, my heart freezes. She knows why I'm getting all this stuff. Is she a vampire? Am I about to die? When the man brings all of my new weapons to me, and I pay, she puts everything into bags. She smiles before walking out.

I cautiously walk behind her, until she turns down a secluded alley, and I lunge at her with newfound strength. I yank a stake from the bag, and place it to her exposed torso. She smiles, from the wall I have her pinned against, before I begin to hover off the ground. I look around bewilderedly, before focusing my eyes back on her.

"You, you're a witch?" I ask, and she smiles bigger. What the hell is going on right now? Werewolves, vampires, and now witches. seriously?

"What's your name kid?" she says, as I continue to hover a few inches off the ground. I'm now too far away to hold her against the wall. She walks up to where I'm floating and slowly lowers me to the ground once again.

"What's your name... kid" I say stubbornly avoiding her question. She laughs, before walking around to stare into my unblinking eyes.

"Tough, good. My name is Alexandra. I'm nineteen years old and yes I'm a witch..." she says, making me feel slightly better that we're past the hostility.

We walk slowly back out of the alley, and she takes my stake back from me and places it in the bag it had come from. 

    "So how'd you find out about the bloodsuckers?" she asks, and I freeze. do I trust her enough to tell her my story? For some reason I do trust her, so I brace myself for the emotional rollercoster I'm about to relive. i look at her one more time, before taking a deep breath and beginning my story from the moment I met Emmett.

Emmett's face swims to the front of my mind and I picture him as I'm telling the story. It's weird. When I talk about the history Emmett and I have it sounds like a fairytale, but living it didn't feel like one. I feel a little better that I've finally told someone my story, and I finally got all the guilt off my chest. Even down to the part of me kind of kidnapping Renesmee.

"Yea, you'll always find the odd one or two that are truly good, and I like when I do. I don't relish the thought of killing anyone." she says, after I'm done talking.

"Yes. His whole family is good, but that woman has scared me for the last time. I will be able defend myself. I will be able to kill her the next time I see her." I explain, and Alexandr's gaze softens a little. She actually looks nineteen for once, and i smile to myself as I picture her in high school. For some reason I can't unattach her to the supernatural world, so I have no way of picturiing her life at home. Is her family normal?

"Yea, I understand completely. There was this vampire that killed my entire family. That's why I started practicing. I knew that I wanted to find a way to track him down, and kill the bastard." she said, her eyes glazing over with some long ago memory. I can almost feel her pain resonating through the small alley we're in. " come on. I'll teach you some skills, before I take you back to your hotel" she offers, pulling me out the back door of her house.

"Okay, but how are we going-" my sentence dies in my throat, as I look upon the scene before me. Her entire backyard is made into a homemade battle training ground. there are manniquinns with stake holes in their chests, weights to lift. An obstacle course. A mini shooting range with targets and everything. I walk through the yard in awe. Maybe she can teach me to become a bad ass vampire hunter, and I'll be able to kill Rosalie and even Klaus if I can manage.

We start on the weights, and I realize that I have more upper body strength than I ever assumed. I'm a small person by nature, so I've never had to exercise, so I never lifted weights, but apparantly I'm good because Alexandra clucks her tongue when I lift two hundred twenty-five pounds on my third try. After focusing on the weights, we move onto the shooting and that isn't as easy for me. I miss the target completely my first six tries, but eventually I make my way to the middle of the target.

I jump up with joy, when my crossbow skills prove that I truly am ready for this. I just need to work on my shooting of guns skills. The kick is what always gets me. I also can't stand the noise it brings, so go figure. When I've finished all of the aiming and shooting we head to the human mannequins. I'm handed a stake, before she signals for me to go. The doll begins to move torward me, so I shove the stake into his heart as hard as my arms will allow, and she claps from behind me.

I look around to see the sun rising from above the trees. How long have I been here? I wave goodbye to my new friend, and make my way back to the hotel room before the girls wake up and find me gone. I lay in my bed, and I can feel my muscles begin to ache from my heavy work out session. I'll start building muscles soon, so I'll have something to show for my exhaustion. I close my eyes and doze off into a light sleep after my heavy night of exercise.

Over the next few weeks I become very skilled in the arts of killing vampires. Alexandra is a surprisingly good teacher, for someone so young. I guess when you're dealing with real life and the supernatural, it's hard to distinguish the qualifications of age and the qualifications of experience. I think I'd rather be teamed with a nineteen year old with the capability of magice and the knowledge on how to fight rather than someone who's never fought but is older than Alexandra.

Rosalie is going to go down. I will make sure of that. I'm getting better every day. I like the fact that we haven't had to uproot for the last few weeks because I don't want to say goodbye to my new friend. Alex has taught me more in the last few weeks then anyone I've ever considered a friend. My muscles are more prominant, and so are my skills. Rosalie is going to realize that she shouldn't have messed with me. There is nothing I do better than revenge. I smile to myself as her name silently rolls off of my lips.