There Will Be Blood, Brieanna Boyce [nice books to read txt] 📗

One wave of pain. Then another. And another. Constantly overlapping, the flames relentless in their pursuit to destroy me. Everywhere I was surrounded by my own death. My screams of agony, the offensive odor of my burning hair, and the constant smoke from my scorched flesh were all evidence to the fact. I could almost feel death's embrace.

A moment ago I had been ready for this, sacrificing myself in the place for those I loved was more than a noble cause. However, that is not how things turned out. Instead I watched as the queen murdered both Tristan and my beloved little brother Adoni, the only things I had to remember my human life, the only things I could hold on to. The things that made me Skylar and kept me from being a monster. They were now gone.

I had to fight through the pain to find my quivering resolve. No more. No more pity. No more exceptions. If the vampire world insisted on taking away everything I loved than so be it. There would be no holding back. This is war.

Reinvigorated with thoughts of vengeance I quickly attempted to escape my bonds. I was chained to a metal pole, by both my ankles and my wrists. My wrists which were tied by chains in the back of the metal pole. I launched myself forward and smirked when the metal pole in the ground had shifted. I launched forward again and found myself leaning more. Finally with one more thrust forward I felt the metal pole shift out of the ground, so mid- air I turned hoping that the force of the ground on the already over heated chains would release me. However only the ankle chains broke free leaving the cumbersome metal pole still attached by my wrists.

With energy I had not even known I had I leapt out of the flames the action followed by a chorus of screams from my soon to be victims.

The vampires rushed around frantically screaming, a horde of guards protected the queen and helped her evacuate. I looked around frantically for Tristan and Adoni's body's but
of course the queen did not leave them here. I
screeched my frustration, no longer a young girl but a wild banshee out of the flames of hell. The first guard had a rather impressive battle axe he swung it with incredible force, accuracy, and speed but seeing as it was an axe I was still able to duck out of the way in time. Spinning and ducking, the ax made contact with the metal pole breaking it. At the same time another guard charged at me with a elaborate spear I moved out of the way and slashed my chains with the end blade. Both men gaped in horror as the chains that bound me fell limply to the floor. Desperate many guards charged at once but using the chains that had previously bound me as whips I slashed open their throats sending them all to the ground. Mercilessly I pulled their throats towards my mouth gluttonously devouring them until there was nothing left. More guards tried to attack as well as other spectators but they were no more than bugs to me now, they're struggles and attempts were futile and I easily and wrathfully took them down. I only hesitated when greeted by one. He had blond hair tied back and piercing blue challenging eyes, it was Lestat.

"Do you plan on killing us all Skylar?"

"Vampires must kill to survive, they feast on death we must all die. We must ALL suffer the consequences and meet our fate, but I'm tired of fate," I hissed, "I am tired of injustice so I must act as the angel of death, my family, my life was taken by vampires, as were the lives and families of countless others."

"What about yourself Skylar?" Lestat inquired.

"I know I'm one of those hideous beings! I KNOW that now, and now I will do as I must I will kill the vampires, I will kill the queen and than I will kill myself."

Lestat looked at me sadly, "and what of the boy... the blond vampire boy would you have killed him?"

"Fate took him!" I embedded my hand in his ribcage and ripped his organs out pulling at them wildly. Lestat's face contorted in pain as I tore him open literally pouring his organs out of the now empty shell of his body. I was panting wildly my chest heaving over his corpse while the ambition and curiosity always lighting his eyes had finally dimmed. I had a sea of bodies at my feet but none the corpses I wanted. Tears flooded down my eyes as I busied myself with ripping out the stones of the building around me.No longer caring if the foundation crashed down on me,and it seemed in no time the whole building collapsed. I pushed my way out of the rubble my skin marked pink where I had been severely burned, light lacerations and sweat coated my body and my singed hair clung to my face as I finally stood and looked at the pile of rubble. My clothes fell away and I looked at the destruction in front of me. I had died and been reborn I then held my arms out and screeched my promise of bloodshed.

Kale

I woke up and launched myself out of bed, the same dream, always, always. Meg rolled over and looked at me, “Mmm… Kale sweetie,” she hugged me close half asleep, “tell me what’s wrong.” I kissed her forehead and rubbed her back absentmindedly, “Nothing, I just got to go to the bathroom is all.”

Meg pouted half asleep, “baby you need rest.”

Ignoring her I got up and went to the bathroom. I turned on the faucet leaning over the sink and splashing ice cold water onto my face. I looked into the mirror and hated what I saw. I was using Meg, one of my friends, one of the members of the pack to fill the void Skylar left. The last time I saw her was a month ago in New York City, I hadn’t heard any news since moving to Texas.

Meg always insisted that Skylar was fine and that she’d “moved on without us.” Meg always viewed what Skylar had done as selfish, but I couldn’t help but believe that Skylar had always moved so that she didn’t hurt anyone. Though, in retrospect Skylar should not even be coming up in conversation anymore.

I had Meg now, she was capable of sticking around, and our relationship was effortless. She supported me and stood by me, while I provided her with the intimacy she’d always wanted in a relationship. Sometimes though, on moments like this, she didn’t do me any good. Of course I realized she was an attractive girl, that was undeniable and despite her being notoriously bitchy she was sweet, feminine, and loyal to me. Yet, that wasn’t what I wanted.

I was still ostracized by my pack, not intentionally of course, but due to my authoritative position I still was placed on a pedestal, I was the example. They obeyed my orders and never questioned, like Skylar did. I sighed; Skylar always haunted me at night. During the day I could distract myself; I could worry about the pack or Meg. During the night however my subconscious ran rampant and it knew what was missing.

I hoped every night that Skylar was alright, I hoped wherever she was that she was safe and that someday maybe she’d find us again and…

But it was almost certain Skylar was fine she was very resourceful. Besides, that second wish, it was all for the better, I mean what would I do where she here?

“Make her yours.” The alpha male demanded.

I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts but Skylar kept returning. It was so odd, the dreams I mean. It wasn’t weird because they were of Skylar, but how she was portrayed in the reoccurring dream was.

I would be walking through town; the quaint buildings would be lined up. The streets are almost empty, and suddenly the buildings begin oozing blood. It leaked onto the streets and into gutters. I walk through it in the dream looking around bewildered until I reach the outskirts of town where the forest lies. The blood is pouring now, and I have to fight the current to get inside the forest.

Once there I would look around and see nothing, however occasionally I would hear a faint rustling noise. I’d turn and than once again be greeted by nothing.
Suddenly I’d be tackled to the ground and when I flip over it’s a small black werewolf with one gold and one red eye.

“Skylar!” I shout, smiling in excitement.

She doesn’t respond but instead, she turns human and smiles.

Her hair is thrown wildly around her and her eyes are bright and wild. She is wearing a night gown which despite being singed, torn, and smeared with blood held the potential for beauty. Blood covered her mouth, and her nails which were as long and sharp as daggers. She was still lovely, but it was a different kind of beauty, she was more feral.

She took my hand almost as if it were normal and led me, easily treading through the blood to a clearing. In the clearing there were red roses everywhere oozing blood. There was an odd tree that was warped so that it made the appearance of a seat. Skylar walked over and with ease sat herself upon the "throne". Her lips parted and gave way to a cruel grin, which revealed long, sharp canines covered in blood.

She reached down and pulled up a large red rose than crushed it between her hands, blood poured between her fingers and when she opened her hand she leaned down and showed me. The blood stain left letters which read, “There Will Be Blood.”

Skylar

It was odd to walk away from that scene of destruction and chaos. I hadn't changed from the horrid beast moments before. The wounds bearing on my soul were nowhere near healed and yet I walked away, I had been reborn and with this new life I would serve justice onto those most deserving. Each step seemed to be a mile, I had seemed so far from what I'd previously been, no WHO I had previously been. I walked around absently, I was surrounded by trees and grass. I wanted a vampire to appear, to kill it and distract from thoughts of those whom I so dearly missed. I was an ignorant simple teenager, I closed my eyes and cursed every day that I had wished as a human that I wouldn't be bored because if I was bored, if everything was the same I might still have Tristan... I might still have A- I couldn't think of it. Tears burned behind my eyes. I had a mission. I looked around and saw a quaint home in the distance, they had a clothesline. I ran up quickly and grabbed whatever I could get. The house was white with gray shutters, the backyard had a little brook running through it and I stealthily snuck over to look at my reflection. I looked normal despite a few shallow scratches and my horrible ordeal. I put on a simple white summer dress, I looked the same as before, a