ignoring the
pain from his crooked arms.
"Not so fast," Diana said into Kira’s ear as
she dragged her around to face the boys. Jerome and John pulled
Tristan back to the stage and Diana forced Kira to face him, but
Kira wouldn’t meet his gaze. Diana let her go, but Kira knew there
would be no point to even try to run.
"She’s pathetic Tristan," Diana spat from
behind Kira. "She couldn’t fight. She doesn’t know what she is. She
couldn’t even run away properly. And this is what you fancy
yourself in love with?" Diana circled around to face Kira, and Kira
met her cold, almost crystal, eyes with the little courage she had
left.
"Diana," Tristan growled.
"Shut him up," Diana yelled back, revealing
the depth of her anger, and Kira watched as Jerome held Tristan
while John ripped his shirt to gag him.
"Your faux confidence is amusing," Diana said
and grabbed hold of Kira’s chin. "I’d rather see you beg though."
Kira remained silent. Diana slapped her across the face and Kira
fell to the ground holding her cheek, knowing it would bruise but
trying to ignore the pain. "Have you figured it out yet, little
Kira? What we are? How you’ll die?" Kira looked at Tristan. Her leg
had almost stopped bleeding. She wondered if it would clear his
head. Was it her or her blood that called to him? Kira looked at
Diana and saw her smile. She finally noticed the two pointed teeth
sticking slightly over her lip and Kira couldn’t help but wonder
when monsters had become a reality.
Kira was amazed at her own eerie calm and
acceptance of the situation. Vampires? She thought to silently
answer Diana, and as the word circled in her head, she knew it was
true—the blood, the teeth, and the strength. But she thought of
them on the beach, basking in the sunlight, thought of the humanity
in Tristan’s eyes when he had looked at her in the steeple, and
wondered what from the stories was really true.
Kira looked at Diana, at the smug look on her
face that already spoke of victory. If she was going to die anyway,
she might as well go out with a bang, Kira decided and thought of a
retort. "You, Diana? I think you’re a jealous bitch who can’t take
the fact that Tristan cares about a mere human more than he’s ever
cared about you. You’re the pathetic one," she said calmly.
Pain flashed across Diana’s face, but it
quickly turned to anger. Kira was confident that her words had hit
home, but maintained a neutral expression so she didn't give away
how much the little victory meant and how scared she truly was.
Diana grabbed Kira by the neck and picked her
up off the floor, so her feet rested an inch in the air. Kira
started choking from the lack of oxygen. "You are nothing," Diana
spat in Kira’s face, and then set her back down on her toes.
But, before Kira had settled on her feet
again, Diana’s hand whipped around and her nail cut open a long
line across Kira’s cheek. Diana slowly ran her finger along the cut
and pulled it back so Kira could see the blood on her finger. Diana
brought the blood close to her mouth, and when she sniffed it,
there was a flash of longing in her eyes. It repulsed Kira and she
looked away, a mistake that gave Diana an advantage to use.
"Do you think he’s different, Kira?" Diana
glanced at the blood on her finger. "Do you think he doesn’t thirst
for you like I do? That he’s kind and gentle? Well, he’s not."
Diana moved to the trapped Tristan, who had a look of dread on his
face. She walked closer and Tristan couldn’t gaze away from Kira’s
blood on her finger. He struggled to and tried to, and eventually
managed to look instead at the floor.
But Diana grabbed his face with one hand to
hold it steady, removed his gag and let her finger wander up to
rest on his lips. Kira watched as Tristan tried not to move his
mouth, tried not to taste her blood. Diana rubbed her finger clean
on his closed lips and waited, like she knew he wouldn’t be able to
resist.
Tristan shook from the exertion
pain from his crooked arms.
"Not so fast," Diana said into Kira’s ear as
she dragged her around to face the boys. Jerome and John pulled
Tristan back to the stage and Diana forced Kira to face him, but
Kira wouldn’t meet his gaze. Diana let her go, but Kira knew there
would be no point to even try to run.
"She’s pathetic Tristan," Diana spat from
behind Kira. "She couldn’t fight. She doesn’t know what she is. She
couldn’t even run away properly. And this is what you fancy
yourself in love with?" Diana circled around to face Kira, and Kira
met her cold, almost crystal, eyes with the little courage she had
left.
"Diana," Tristan growled.
"Shut him up," Diana yelled back, revealing
the depth of her anger, and Kira watched as Jerome held Tristan
while John ripped his shirt to gag him.
"Your faux confidence is amusing," Diana said
and grabbed hold of Kira’s chin. "I’d rather see you beg though."
Kira remained silent. Diana slapped her across the face and Kira
fell to the ground holding her cheek, knowing it would bruise but
trying to ignore the pain. "Have you figured it out yet, little
Kira? What we are? How you’ll die?" Kira looked at Tristan. Her leg
had almost stopped bleeding. She wondered if it would clear his
head. Was it her or her blood that called to him? Kira looked at
Diana and saw her smile. She finally noticed the two pointed teeth
sticking slightly over her lip and Kira couldn’t help but wonder
when monsters had become a reality.
Kira was amazed at her own eerie calm and
acceptance of the situation. Vampires? She thought to silently
answer Diana, and as the word circled in her head, she knew it was
true—the blood, the teeth, and the strength. But she thought of
them on the beach, basking in the sunlight, thought of the humanity
in Tristan’s eyes when he had looked at her in the steeple, and
wondered what from the stories was really true.
Kira looked at Diana, at the smug look on her
face that already spoke of victory. If she was going to die anyway,
she might as well go out with a bang, Kira decided and thought of a
retort. "You, Diana? I think you’re a jealous bitch who can’t take
the fact that Tristan cares about a mere human more than he’s ever
cared about you. You’re the pathetic one," she said calmly.
Pain flashed across Diana’s face, but it
quickly turned to anger. Kira was confident that her words had hit
home, but maintained a neutral expression so she didn't give away
how much the little victory meant and how scared she truly was.
Diana grabbed Kira by the neck and picked her
up off the floor, so her feet rested an inch in the air. Kira
started choking from the lack of oxygen. "You are nothing," Diana
spat in Kira’s face, and then set her back down on her toes.
But, before Kira had settled on her feet
again, Diana’s hand whipped around and her nail cut open a long
line across Kira’s cheek. Diana slowly ran her finger along the cut
and pulled it back so Kira could see the blood on her finger. Diana
brought the blood close to her mouth, and when she sniffed it,
there was a flash of longing in her eyes. It repulsed Kira and she
looked away, a mistake that gave Diana an advantage to use.
"Do you think he’s different, Kira?" Diana
glanced at the blood on her finger. "Do you think he doesn’t thirst
for you like I do? That he’s kind and gentle? Well, he’s not."
Diana moved to the trapped Tristan, who had a look of dread on his
face. She walked closer and Tristan couldn’t gaze away from Kira’s
blood on her finger. He struggled to and tried to, and eventually
managed to look instead at the floor.
But Diana grabbed his face with one hand to
hold it steady, removed his gag and let her finger wander up to
rest on his lips. Kira watched as Tristan tried not to move his
mouth, tried not to taste her blood. Diana rubbed her finger clean
on his closed lips and waited, like she knew he wouldn’t be able to
resist.
Tristan shook from the exertion
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