The Shadow's Light
Six years after the Seattle Massacre, Kit and her best friend Chrys find themselves kidnapped and turned into vampires by the Volturi! The two girls are convinced they need to help destroy a rogue coven called the Cullens. Something feels off to Kit, but what could it be? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ!
7. Chapter Six
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Chapter Six: Stupid conscience, ruling out murder before considering the benefits
I was put back to work as soon as we got back. Unfortunately for my next few opponents, my intensity level went through the roof. Suddenly they no longer felt the need to fuck with me. Nobody except Adair. He just continued to perpetually to stare at me with that lopsided grin. I was inclined to challenge him to a fight, and I felt ashamed at how I had let him get to me.
As I came to understand the basic principles behind vampire abilities, I began catching on to them exponentially faster than I had before. Now my trainers felt it time to throw nothing but double headers at me. Painful ones. Assholes.
I was starting to convulse. Pain coursed through me like a waterfall. I could hardly focus and the devil twins were gleefully taking their revenge on me. I couldn’t get them both down at once. As soon as I got to one, the other one advanced, and they weren’t losing any time pressing their advantage against me. My skull felt like it was going to explode and my knees were about to collapse.
My thoughts were reeling as I felt spots cross my line of vision. I was about to lose and those two weren’t the type to stop when they’d obviously won. I chuckled to myself. Some weapon I was. I smiled as I collapsed to the ground. I failed. I should have known I would.
“Concentrate!” came an almost enraged shout. I slowly turned my head in the direction of the voice and saw Adair. He was staring at me with unrestrained fire in his hard eyes. “Imitate more techniques or target multiple opponents, God damn it! Think of something!!” I couldn’t help but be shocked by his outburst. Maybe it was the rattling in my head but I thought I could hear his voice quaver.
How was I supposed to do that? Mirrors could only reflect one thing at a time. Wait...that wasn’t right. A mirror could reflect multiple rays of light. It could distort them and concentrate them or enlarge them depending on its concavity. It could even diverge a point of light into two. A grin crept across my face as I realised I had a shot.
The twin cherubs struck the ground in unison, hands clutched to their ears as they screamed at an incredibly high pitch. I breathed a sigh of relief and grinned broadly. Adair had slipped back into composure, his uneven smile dancing on his lips. As much as I hated to admit it, I owed him.
I nodded my head gratefully. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. His grin grew broader and he ran his tongue along his lips. Jerk! He was that bad! Jerk, jerk, JERK!
Two hours later I'd floored every group of opponents thrown at me. The more powerful they were to begin with, the easier it was for me to decimate them. Jane an Alec were immediately sidelined but it didn’t take me long to figure out how to hold onto multiple techniques, plenty of room left in my consciousness to spare as I picked off my opponents in a ten-pronged assault.
Take that, wankers!
To my surprise, after I sent Demitri straight through the concrete wall, the entire crowd stood up to leave. I watched as they filed out the door wordlessly, apparently off to other business. Melis danced through the crowd and patted my on the back before following her comrades out. Everyone was gone. Well, almost everyone.
“Their work here is done,” Adair mused. I twitched, still wanting to hit him for earlier, but unable to shake the gratitude I felt towards him.
“So then why are you still here?” I grumbled.
He made a face of mock pain, “Oh, I didn’t know you were the type to hold a grudge, Kitten,” he mocked. I hissed at him. Nobody called me that but Bluebird, and after he walked out on me, that list of one shrank to none. “In any case,” he continued, either not knowing or not heeding the reaction the name caused, “I said their work was done. Mine is not. Awww, don’t you want me to stick around?”
“No,” I snapped.
“That’s too bad,” he said happily, “’cause you’re stuck with me.” I made no attempt to conceal my groan. I waited there for what felt like an eternity waiting for instructions. When I got none I heaved a sigh and walked out of the room, Adair trailing closely behind. I had a feeling being rid of him was going to be a serious obstacle, one I hoped I could overcome. I tried formulating a hypothesis, now wishing Melis were here so I could start with invisibility.
I had to think of a better way, or a faster way to ditch him. Maybe I could...no...damn...no...no... I made a snap decision and took off at a sprint, hoping I could get rid of him the old fashioned way. No such luck. I hadn’t gotten more than fifty meters when I felt his weight crashing into me, pinning me to the wall by my wrists.
“You wouldn’t have been trying to get away from me would you?” He asked with a smirk. I chose not to respond and he took the opportunity to examine me. He stared at me intently, staring at places that once bore proud marks of my endeavours, and had I not known better, I'd say he was trying to find my old scars. He looked tempted to pull up my sleeve, or maybe I was just imagining it because of a certain incident that ended in me getting kind of shot. I still don’t understand why I was the only one who found that one funny.
Adair let his eyes trail down my neck where his gaze caught. I was really glad I couldn’t blush because I was sure that by now my cheeks would have been flaming. He was way too close and his scent was a lot more appealing than I'd ever admit. His teasing grin slowly melted into a soft smile. He released my left arm, pressing himself closer to me to ensure I remained his captive. He moved his hand down to the small necklace that hung resiliently in place despite the years of hell I'd put it through.
He stroked the small, tear shaped stone that hung just above my collar bone and I felt myself go rigid. I didn’t like anyone touching it. As much as it was nothing more than a deep blue pebble tied with a plain black string, it was my greatest treasure. It was a gift from the only man I'd ever allowed myself to love. Even if he left me a long, long time ago.
“Why do you keep this?” Adair whispered, never once taking his eyes off the necklace.
“None of your business,” I muttered, trying to avoid the topic. Not only was it embarrassing, but, due to an accident, I could hardly remember it myself.
“You can trust me,” he replied sincerely, completely disregarding my comment. I rolled my eyes in disbelief. I'd heard that time and time again. It never lasted, not around me. No matter how hard I tried, I'd always be left alone. Adair finally glanced back up to my face. “Would it help if I apologized?”
I was inclined to say no but something in his eyes made me reconsider. "Maybe..." I sighed, looking away in embarrassment. He grabbed my chin with his free hand and forced me to look into his eyes. I was grateful again that I couldn't blush because I didn't know what my cheeks would have done under such bright and pleading eyes.
"I'm sorry," he said levelly. "I was being a jerk, but," he paused, his lopsided grin reappearing, "I would be lying if I said I wouldn't do it again. I'll try to remember to ask next time." I sighed, knowing that was the best I was going to get. He started to laugh lightly at my expression. I was flustered, and he knew it. "Anyway, why do you keep it?"
"Because it's important to me," I answered truthfully. "The man who gave it to me saved my life when I was little,"
"Your vision is so clouded," Adair sighed, finally releasing his grip on my other arm. I felt myself bristle at the comment. What was wrong with keeping something with sentimental values? Even vampires must have some things they care about. I turned to walk away, knowing full well he was behind me.
"So why are you following me?" I asked, considering yet another escape attempt.
"I'm more or less your bodyguard," he replied cheerfully. You seem to have a knack for getting yourself in trouble" I ignored the obvious fact that was right and went straight for my defence.
"C'mon," I retorted, “I’m a vampire. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?” It occurred to me that I'd just unwittingly stated the most condemning phrase in the history of the English language. Not that I cared. Shit always came my way whether I incited it or not.
Adair’s eyes flared.
“Hmm, let me think,” he said dryly. “You could be mobbed by other vampires, you don’t make many friends in your position, impale yourself on the Volturian Cliffs, don’t think I haven’t heard of that last stunt you pulled, and, hell, knowing you, you’d probably run into a werewolf. How would you fight one of those?”
“I can take care of myself,” I snorted, and it was true. The only time I ever truly life-or-death needed somebody was eleven years ago and I didn’t remember a thing. I'd sort of hit my head really, really hard. That wasn’t exactly surprising. I'd done it enough times to not question that the severity could escalate so.
“Can you now?” He snarled at me. “As far as my memory serves you nearly get yourself killed daily!”
“How would you know?” I asked coldly.
“I know a lot more about you than you could ever imagine,” he hissed, his lips pulling back in a snarl that showed his brilliant teeth. Somehow I'd struck a chord, and naturally I was going to keep pushing it.
“Sure. Right. If you know me so well, then why don’t you know when to leave me the hell alone?”
“My pleasure,” he snarled, turning on his heels. He was gone within moments, disappearing into the shadows of the underground passageways. Ha! If he had so much resolve, then how did I get rid of him so easily? I guess I wasn’t stuck with him after all. I could finally be alone...
My last fibre of hope was crushed as Melis appeared out of nowhere and asked me to deliver some boxes for her. I wasn’t very good at saying no to people asking for help and obliged without a quarrel.
Little did I realise that the chore was merely a design to keep me occupied. A design that kept me on a leash for the next two weeks of my life.