HeartBreak Warfare

Chapter 2

I groaned, stretching my stiff muscles. Before the mist cleared in my head, I believed for the tiniest second that the girl I held in my arms was Blake. I felt her warmth and clung closer to her. I took in the scent of her hair, now aware that this wasn't my love. I sighed, unwilling to let the dream go, but as soon as I snapped open my eyes, I remembered where I was.

I wasn't in my bed room with Blake, or even in the same country. I was in Italy, my home. I was brought to my cell after my father declared my guilt to be false, and now I just made love to some random human girl that smelt delicious. After drinking form her of course.

Anna stirred under my arms, her eyes opening slowly and carefully. Those warm brown eyes grazed over my expression. She still had the same fear from last night, but it was more calmed now, more subdued.

I stood up and grabbed her clothes. I slid on some boxers before handing her different pieces of clothing. She dressed quickly, unsure about what to do. And to be frank, neither did I. were they going to take her away? Were they going to kill her? Or was she mine to feed from for the rest of her miserable life? I shuddered from how much I liked the fact that she could be mine.

The door cracked open for a moment. Scott's black haired head popped in. He eyed both of us with a wry smile and motioned for Anna to follow him. She cast me a frantic glance, but she followed my brother out the door. As soon as she walked past a few other doors with some other guards, he came in and sat down on my rocky bed.

He didn't say a word.

I did.

"What? Is there something else you want to add? Or do you want to fake someone else's death to hurt me?""

Pain flashed across his perfect features. "It was Darius's idea."

I rolled my eyes. "Of course it was, but does that mean you have to do everything big brother does?"

He shook his head, his face looked like a child being chastised by his parents.

I smiled. "I do remember when you wanted to be just like me. When you couldn't fly just yet and you decided to hurl yourself off the edge of the mountain to follow me. That was pretty stupid on your part."

Scott chuckled. "Mom said if I ever died she would have killed me." he shook his head, laughing at the memory.

"Yeah and she had my head for letting you jump, which by the way I never got you back for lying about it."

"Hey I was the baby of the bunch, you influenced me." he said, grinning sheepishly.

Then there was silence.

"I shouldn't be here." Scott looked at the door.

That made me angry. "Why? I did nothing wrong! I don't even know why I'm still here!" It surprised me how much I wanted Scott to stay. "Logan…"

"Get out." I snarled flatly, suddenly overwhelmed with the pain I had hidden during the night. "Get out, Scott. I liked you better dead."

He narrowed his eyes and stormed out of the room.

"You're an i***t, Logan." I told myself, not understanding why I just got rid of the only brother who had guts enough o come see me. Now I would have no one, not that I had too much before.

"That I agree with."

I jumped at the unexpected voice from behind me, but it was the voice I knew anywhere.

Blake was leaning against the wall, a smirk on her beautiful face. It wasn't her smile, it was theirs. They stole my Blake and now they were going to taunt me. Can't you feel the family love all up in here?

"What do you want?"

She seemed genuinely hurt by my sharp tone. "I believe you deserved an explanation. Not just nothing."

"I don't need it. You don't love me, that's enough for me to agonize over for the rest of my life. Way to push me over my own hole so I could fall into to hell. You did your job, now leave."

Blake shook her head. She tisked with a loud c***k of her tongue. "That's not the Logan I know. You always wanted answers."

"People aren't always what they seem, wouldn't you agree with that too?"

"Touché." she smiled innocently, her face changing back into the Blake I fell in love with. "You don't get it do you?"

Great. Now she was playing with my head. As if I wasn't already crazy enough, but I played along for the moment. "Get what?"

"Time I suppose will show you."

I had no clue what she was saying. Blake always had ways on confusing me, now she had just gotten really good at it.

"Whatever." I looked away from her, wishing she would disappear from my life and never show up again.

"You too."

I growled. "Get out! Can't you people just leave me alone? You took away my heart, my life, my everything and now you want to toy with me? You said you loved me to get me here, congratulations, you tricked me, isn't that enough?"

Blake was in my face with her sly sneer and a fierce snarl. "Not enough for me. I haven't caused you enough pain, but I will."

I believed her. I didn't know what there was about this new Blake, but something about her screamed power. Something about the way her hair was wild in red curls, the way her eyes stared back until you cracked, how she seemed to get into your head and knew what you were thinking, how Blake was more menacing, how the others, even Darius, seemed to uphold her above the others, almost as if they were afraid of her.

She was their weapon. For what I didn't know, like I would, but I was sure with her power, it wouldn't be for something small like robbing a bank or what not.

And it frightened me. Now big bad Logan Masters was really, truly, afraid of a girl. Blake really did scare the crap out of me. From her hard eyes to her razor hands.

She laughed mockingly. "How you survived so long I have no clue. I mean you're shaking, you're so afraid."

"I survived because I hadn't met the worst thing I could ever meet yet." More lies.

"I doubt that, Logan. You always told me how much I meant to you and that I was the best thing in your life. Your such a bad liar." she laughed once more and put her hand on my cheek. I jerked away, but the back of her hand still was touching my skin. "You'll get the truth sometime, Logan. And I hope when it comes, you'll believe it. Don't live in the lie."

"What the heck are you jabbering about?"

Little did I know that Blake was paving my future for me once again. Little did I know all I ever believed was a lie. Was anything the truth anymore?

She shrugged her shoulders, those blue eyes making me melt. "You think I know? It's your messed up life." she got up and made her way to the door.

"It wouldn't be so messed up if I had never met you." I gave a hard laugh without any trace of humor. "Who said it's better to have loved and lost, Blake? I wish that I had never loved at all, and I had never met you."

She glared.

"I hate you. You mean nothing to me anymore. I mean it. I should have let you die when the werewolf was trying to kill you. I should have let you drown. I should have left you alone to deal with your changing process. I should have killed you when I drank from you. I should have killed you when I first saw you with Jeremy. But I didn't and look where it got me. You shouldn't exist. You're just a soulless monster."

She flinched, but in the same way stood her ground. She barred her teeth as the same laugh form me came from her. "Oh you poor boy. Have you looked in the mirror lately? I'm not going to be the only soulless monster in your eyes for long."

Then she swiftly walked out the door, locked it from the outside, and then I heard her soft steps walking down the hallway.

This is where I would love to be the smartest person on the planet. Her words, her actions, and her faces made absolutely no sense. For some fleeting moments I felt like she was the same Blake-the one whom loved me with every fiber of her being and vise versa. But she wasn't and I had to except that. But even as I tried to do what Blake said and not live in the lie, I still couldn't understand.

Its all blurred together. I can't figure out which is the lie and what's the truth.

But I had spoken the truth today, and not one lie, which for me, is surprising. Like I said earlier, I hate telling the truth. I hated Blake, that's true. Its more like a love-hate relationship.

Here's a way to understand it. I want my Blake, not this rude form of a demon. I wanted the soft human girl that was strong and fearless, yet she had enough common sense to know when to stop. This Blake just kept pushing her luck.

Well her lucks going to run out. I'll make sure of it.

Days. Days blur together. They ran so quickly that I lost track of time. I could have only been here for years, or only a matter of seconds, but could you believe that none of that mattered to me in the least bit? All I cared about was getting back at Darius, finding a way out, slaughtering all of my family, including Blake.

I was better alone, can't you tell? I've gone mad, my words hardly make sense and I'm sure you're wondering what the hell I'm eve talking about or how I could kill Blake. But she killed me first, I only have to return the favor.

You still don't get it do you? My life is over, but I still can't believe it. No more lies. I need the truth, the truth I've needed since I believed Blake was dead.

And then it hit me.

The truth was as scary as hell it self. It wasn't all clear about what was going on, but all that mattered now is that I had to keep the scariest truth I've ever heard, a complete secret. It had nothing to do with Blake Winters from North Carolina, but it had everything to do with me. And I mean everything.

Gosh I must really sound like I'm crazy! I know you have no clue what just happened so you might as well just ignore the epiphany I had. You won't comprehend it anyway. But let me tell you I was about to kiss the rat in front of me, who's eyes were telling me that it thought I was nuts too. Crazy or not I need to hold on to this sudden realization of the truth.

Am I going to tell you?

Of course not.

Get over it.