Chapter 7 Miss me baby
Lucas's POV
"Hello?" Alexandra says again this time a little irritated. I look around at her dazedly, and then force a smile onto my face. I don't want to start babbling about how miserable I am. It's been just about three months, since the last time I held Emmett. I can't bring myself to regret leaving Forks because it was all to protect Emmett. I know that I should be able to hold myself together easier than I do, but I have always had a problem with being miserable and whining about it.
"I'm sorry, I was just-" I begin, but she waves it off boredly.
"I know, I know you miss him. We need to ignore that hurt right now, and focus on your drive" she says, and I look at her confused. Drive? What is that supposed to mean?
"Am I supposed to know what that means, or is it just another super twisted witchy definition?" I ask, and she snorts from where she has just sat down. I smile at my friend.
After the last two months, I've noticed how much it really helps to have someone that you can talk to. I haven't had that in all my life. I mean sure I've had people who I can talk to, but not about everything. There's always one thing with each person that I don't feel comfortable talking about, but with Alexandra there are no barriers. She is the best friend I never got to know back in my old life, and now that I have her there is nothing that could make me forget her. She is truly amazing.
In the last two months, I have become very skilled in the art of vampire killing. Her russian fighting skills have also begun to rub off on me, so I'm a better hand to hand fighter. There is not one negative aspect of getting to know Alexandra.
"You act like we're some kind of cult or something. We don't have our own vocabulary. we're normal people Luke. Just like you... only better, you know" she says, causing me to break into a small laughter.
She's the only reason that I've kept going without Emmett. She gave me purpose, when all I had was regret. She gave me a reason to live. My reason is to kill Rosalie. I don't relish the thought of killing someone, but I do relish the thought of watching her eyes fill with agony, so she can finally know what she made me feel, when she butchered my family. The only one I have left is Chloe because there hasn't been a sign of Dylan in a really long time.I'm alone.
"Well, you guys can be pretty creepy at times. It might be the whole hovering people off the ground, when you first meet them, but yea" I laugh lightly, as I stoop down to retrieve my belongings. The sun will be up soon, and I need to get some sleep, before the girls wake up. They still don't know that I've been coming to a witch's house during the night and train how to become a vampire killer. I've been getting about two hours of sleep every night, so that makes my progress even more surprising to me.
Of course Alex doesn't know that I've been running myself to the end of my rope, or she'd refuse to train me, unless I have a good night's sleep. I don't have time to sleep a full eight hours, and even if I did have time I wouldn't sleep for that long. That's too long for me to be suceptible to the nightmares that parade through my consciousness, when I don't fight to control it. The less I sleep, the less I have time to delve into my deepest fears.
"Oh go home and get some sleep. I'll see tomorrow Luke" she says, more tenderly before wrapping her arms around me. "Here, I got it for you. It's an untraceable cell phone. call Emmett and let him know that you're okay. Maybe it'll make you feel a little better" she suggests, and I stash the new phone into my jacket, before smiling back at her.
"Well, see you tonight Alex. Have a good day!" I say happily. She really does care about me. I walk out of her door, and I'm pulled away from the cheer and into cold numb darkness.
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