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!
9. Chapter Eight
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Chapter Eight: If you trust, they’ll let you fall
I stopped caring that Adair was at my heels. We hadn’t spoken for the longest time, not since he’d first caught up to me. I'd remained completely composed, not wavering in the slightest. On the inside, I wasn’t doing so well. I thought I could trust Chrys, despite my better judgement I'd believed she might not leave.
I felt like she’d dragged a knife against my unbeating heart and then kicked it. But this was nothing new. That’s why not even Chrys was allowed to get too close. I'd been stupid for getting attached to her in the least.
“You let her stay?” Adair asked tentatively, carefully examining my expression.
“She’s made her decision based on what’s right by her. At least she’s safer where she is now.” One thing Chrysogon had been right about without question was that my way was definitely more dangerous. A lot more dangerous. I had to remind myself that dragging her along with me would have done neither of us any good. If I just detached myself from her, the bleeding would surely stop.
“You’ve fought with your life for her on multiple occasions, and you can just accept her leaving you?” I flinched inwardly, disregarding how the hell he would possibly know in the first place. It was Yanto and Melis who had stalked me for three years, but they could have easily relayed information to him. Although, from what I'd seen, those two seemed to be afraid of me. Something had kept them away.
Maybe I'd inadvertently caused Yanto’s death by becoming a vampire. He seemed so afraid to turn me into one.
“What else could I do?” I asked rhetorically. “If she doesn’t care about me anymore, well, that’s up to her to decide.” I didn’t want him to continue asking questions. I didn’t know how I'd answer some of them. “Besides,” I muttered, “I’m used to it by now.”
“Used to it?” he questioned. “Just how often does this happen to you?”
I shrugged, “A lot.” I couldn’t think of a single person who had ever decided to stay with me. I guess I wasn’t a very amicable person. No matter how much I gave it never seemed to be enough. Even the guy who saved my life never showed up again to let me pay me debt. I must’ve been a naturally repulsive person.
“When did I miss this?” I heard him mutter to himself. I had no clue what he was talking about, but I was in no mood to press for answers. He gave me a strange look, one that I couldn’t quite read. What was it? Pity? That was the last thing I wanted. I could take care of myself.
He caught my wrist, forcing me to stop running.
“Kitten, are you alright?” He asked softly. I resisted the urge to smack him for calling me Kitten. I didn’t want anybody referring to me so familiarly.
“I’m fine,” I answered. “I told you, it happens all the time. That’s why letting people in is a big mistake.” I didn’t know why he seemed to care so much, but I wished he wouldn’t. I didn’t need people worrying about me. I was strong. I could handle this pain the same way I handled all others: in silence. People pitying me made me feel weak and worthless.
“I take it you never truly let anyone in,” he said sadly. His sympathetic look was maddening. I needed him to stop it, and I was inches from begging him to do so. He took my silence as a yes, and I hated that somebody I'd only just met could read me better than anyone else ever had. “I wish I could make you trust me,” he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear him.
I smiled slightly and patted him on the back. “There, there. Shall we continue now?” I asked impatiently. He rolled his eyes, his crooked grin reappearing on his face. He looked almost hurt by my ignoring his serious comment, but the look was so fleeting I could have easily been wrong. I couldn’t take the comment seriously anyway. Not after I'd been through the same thing so many times.
I was grateful he`d decided to drop the conversation all together. His easy lopsided grin made it easier for me to concentrate on other things. We blurred through cities, going so fast we would have looked like nothing more than an odd streak in somebody`s peripheral.
Though at first it struck me as odd, I couldn`t help but marvel at how Adair looked in the sunlight. His every feature seemed to be enhanced as he gleamed in the sun`s light. I stared at him a lot, trying not to make it look obvious.
“Kit?” Adair said suddenly, breaking the long silence we had assumed. Humour flooded his voice. He dead stopped suddenly, and I decided to follow suit to see what was up.
“Yeah,” I asked uncertainly, more than a little confused.
“You’re scaring me,” he replied with a laugh. “When was the last time you hunted?”
“Eh?” I was taken aback. I didn’t understand where he was going with this.
“Your eyes are beyond black,” he said with a mixture of amusement and worry. “They look like black holes or something. Seriously, Kitten, I've never seen you hunt.” I hesitated, knowing my response would only bring on more ridicule.
“I...I haven’t,” I looked down in my feet. I could just never bring myself to do it.
“Never?!” he exclaimed in complete astonishment. “Avoiding human blood is difficult enough. How do you avoid any?”
“I...I’ve never killed anything in my life,” I replied meekly. I couldn’t even process that, for me to live, something had to die. As I predicted, he began to roar with laughter.
“The world’s greatest WMD can’t even kill a rabbit!” He boomed. Once again I was grateful that I couldn’t blush. “Oh, Kitten, you’re such a riot. You take vampire vegetarianism to a whole new level. Congrats. In any case, I really think you should hunt now.” His face suddenly turned serious. “I don’t trust how consuming your eyes look. I could be wrong, but why risk it?”
“I’m fine Adair,” I said. “You hardly hunt yourself.” I gave a convincing smile and he sighed.
“You know, you’re always fine,” he grumbled. “I, at least, hunt every week or so unless you distract me. You’re two months old and you’ve never hunted.”
“So?” I challenged. “Is there anything wrong with that?” I knew he had no answer. Otherwise I'd have played no other card than defiance.
“I’m not sure....I’ve never seen a vampire go without any blood before. Leave it to you to make the only exception,” he said, suddenly grabbing my chin, “I'd appreciate if you didn’t keep testing yourself to see what happens.”
“You worry too much,” I laughed carelessly. “Worry about your own hide.”
“I’ll worry about mine the day you start taking care of yours,” he growled. I laughed, that probably would never happen. My life was worthless, but for the moments I spent it protecting others. I decided that years ago. That was what was right by me.
I began to set off again when I stumbled. All my muscles suddenly seized for a fraction of a second. I was confused as to what had just happened, but disguised it as clumsiness though Adair seemed sceptical. I tried explaining that my balance had always been a little off-balance but he didn’t seem to believe that either.
It had taken us practically no time to reach the ocean. We dove in without hesitation and it didn’t take me long to feel sorry for anyone who had ever fallen overboard. The further away from mainland we got, the more treacherous the waters became.
I could feel every wave slam itself against me, threatening to trap me in its cold embrace. It seemed so easy for Adair, but I could feel myself slowing down. For the first time since becoming a vampire, I was starting to feel fatigue. Something was wrong with me.
Eight hours into our swim, my muscles seized again. I plunged deep into the water, completely unable to control my descent. I spun wildly with the coursing ocean until, thirty seconds later, they finally started to work again. I broke through the surface, breathing in air desperately. Though I didn’t actually need air, it was comforting to be able to breathe again. My head was swimming and my vision was somehow clouded. As I tried to regain my bearings Adair popped out of the water beside me.
“What the hell just happened?” He demanded, his temper flaring in his eyes.
“Nothing,” I lied abruptly, “I just thought I saw something.” He eyed me suspiciously for some time, only giving up once it was absolutely certain my answer wasn’t changing. Why the hell did he look so worried? I didn’t need a keeper.
“We’ll be in America in a few hours,” he finally said. “It won’t take us too long after that to get to Forks.”
“No problem,” he muttered, looking like he had something else he’d rather say. I was glad he didn’t. I let my eyes wander down to his chest, where his shirt was plastered tightly to him. I cursed myself, swimming away before I said something stupid.
I was grateful when we finally reached mainland. After the episode out in the middle of the ocean, I was certainly a fan of solid ground. I didn’t bother about drying off; the wind would take care of that for me. What did worry me was the ever increasing sense of fatigue that I had to fight to conceal. Each new step felt heavier and heavier. I knew this shouldn’t be happening, but I wouldn’t let it stop me. As long as I could get through the ordeal silently, I was ok.
We’d be in Forks in less than a day’s time.
“You really are a slow, Kitten,” Adair mocked. “It’s hard to believe you could hold your own in a fight at all.”
“Oh yeah?” I grinned, and before I could stop myself I lunged at him and tackled him, sending both of us careening down a steep hill. I was getting dizzy, but I would not allow him to end up on top when we reached the bottom. He’d never let me live me failing at my own surprise attack down. Finally, when we reached the bottom of the hill, I had his wrists seized and I pinned him to the ground. “HA!” I cheered triumphantly.
He didn’t struggle under my grip; he just stared up at me with a broad grin. I realised then just how I must’ve looked. My hair was wild and windblown as I sat perched on his chest, my knees straddled on either side of him. To top it off, he was tall enough that I had to lean so far to pin his wrists that my face was no more than a couple inches from his.
I loosened my grip immediately and got up as fast as I could. I felt incredibly stupid, and I'd, no doubt, just painted a target on my head.
“I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” he teased as I scrambled to get away. He easily kept pace with me, oh the woes of being slow. “The little kitten is feeling playful today, isn’t she?” He was laughing himself into a riot and he wasn’t letting up any time soon. I tried speeding up, conscious of the increasing pain in my muscles.
I didn’t get far.
In a flash the pain swelled exponentially and paralyzed every muscle in my body. It happened mid-stride, causing me to fall face-first and skid to an unpleasant stop. I tried to move but couldn’t even blink. The pain spread through every inch of my body, throbbing painfully. The only thing I was immediately aware of was Adair crumpled over at my side.
“Kitten?!” He shouted, gripping my face in his hands. “KIT!?” He seemed to be looking intently into my eyes. “There isn’t a single speck of white in them now!” He roared. “Why couldn’t you just listen to me and hunt? Stupid, stupid girl!” He uttered a long line of curses as he tried to think of something.
“Can you move at all?” He asked, his voice simmering down a tone. I tried to answer, but my tongue was too heavy. He took my silence as a no. “Carlisle, then, we need Carlisle.”
He hauled me onto his back in one swift movement and wind began to blow against my motionless face. His hands felt like they were shaking and I began to worry if I was too heavy. I wanted to tell him to put me down. I could do this on my own. Suddenly my body began to convulse, the pain throbbing like an electric pulse, and I felt the wind on my face move even faster.
“Damnit, Kit, you better hang in there!” He screamed at me.
What else was I supposed to do?