HeartBreak Warfare

Chapter 14

Hey guys. So basically what happened in the last chapter was that Logan figured out that Blake has a soul. The reason that she can have one was the spell he cast on her gave her part of his humanity, which stopped the process of her becoming a full Hell Demon. Since she was still part human, and still part Hell Demon, when the vampire bit her and killed her, the two demons crossed each other out, leaving the humanity in her. So she is part Vampire, Hell Demon and human. Sorry I made it so confusing!

Why in the hell would I care? Why do I care? So what if humans are going to die. They were born for us to kill. Who cares if Blake has a soul? It makes her weak and if she tries to stop me I'll kill her.

Alright, that was a lie. And not a very good one. Logan said in my head.

Go away.

Fat chance.

I groaned, leaning back in the chair.

"Logan?"

I turned to my father, only to realize that all eyes were now on me. They were looking at me like I was crazy, though Black wasn't even looking at me at all. Then I figured out why they were looking at me like that. I had said my thoughts out loud when I was talking to…Logan? Is that what I'm calling him now?

"I'm fine. I was just…I'm fine. Now where were we?"

Darius, who still didn't seem too convinced, started speaking. "Well first we recruit the dragons and we start the battle in Rome…"

And the plans had begun.

Over the next few hours we stayed in that room, revising and revising and revising. Maybe there's five or so more revisings in that sentence, but I'll move on before I begin to bore you. We checked the list I had made years ago, seeing who needed to be on our side. We eliminated some because we either killed the clan or we were no longer allies with them. It was mostly just review for me since I made it, so I just sat and listened to their intake.

Blake stood by the wall the entire time. Her eyes were closed and I could tell by the way her forehead creased that she was thinking deeply. She turned to face me when I looked at her and when her eyes met mine I smiled boyishly at her and winked, but she turned away with disgust.

"No I think we should send the Baizers to Venice and keep the Star Clan with The Agers at Florence." I said, pointing at the map. "They need to be somewhat close to the water with Mardie's Clan."

"But what about the Ghosts?" Scott asked. "If we keep them by themselves, Tykak will overpower him."

"If he even attempts to battle. He knows the consequences of losing. I doubt we'll see him in battle. They can hold their own. If need be they can possess humans."

You'd think as we got farther along with this, that I would be feeling better about the plan. It wasn't that there was anything wrong with it-it was bullet proof. There was no way we could lose. We have so many back up plans that it was almost ridiculous. We had thought of it from every possible angle. Nothing was going wrong. It was that there was something wrong with me. And there shouldn't be anything wrong, but there is. It's like now that my souls gone, everything feels stronger, but in a different way. It's like now that I've tasted what it feels like to be a murderer and I've felt what it's like to be in love and my body still wants what it had with Blake.

Well it needs to get over it. I'm leading this revolution over Europe and some pretty little red head isn't going to be in the way of it.

I chanced another glance at Blake. She was looking at me this time. She glared when I noticed her and jerked her head away again. What the hell was her problem? I saw a flash of me storming over there, choking her, and feeding her dead body to the crows. I smiled wickedly at the thought, but quickly shook it off, sickened at the same time. I went back to working, taking my mind off of it all.

"Logan, stop." My father said to me, five hours later.

I shook his arm off. "Just one more thing."

My father laughed. "I know you want this to be perfect, but it already is. The work is perfect and ready to put into action. As soon as we can rally the troops."

I looked up at him, nodding. I pushed away from the desk, cracking my knuckles, back and neck. I folded the map and put all of the papers with it, handing it to a servant to stash away until I called for it again. I turned back to my father. "And just when is this going to take place?"

"Two days."

My heart dropped to the floor. So there was no way. My father was right. My plan was too perfect. There was no way around it. I sat there for hours, trying to think of some way we went wrong, trying to think of some way to end this war before it began. Now I saw it. There was no way out. Europe was going down. Soon the whole world would be under my family's control.

"Get some well deserved rest. Tomorrow, we fly to Rome." My father left the room. Once the door was closed I kicked the chair I had been sitting in, causing it to fly into the wall, shattering into tiny fragments.

"Angry?" asked a small voice.

I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound, but I growled as I leaped at the figure and took down…

"Blake?"

"Get off me!" she pushed at me, kicked with her legs, but was unable to budge me. I smiled, clamping her arms down, straddling her waist. She wiggled more, but all it did was making me hold on harder. "Get off!" she demanded again.

"What's the magic word?" I teased.

"Damn you!"

"No I don't believe that's the correct one."

Blake squirmed.

"Come on, just one simple 'please' will do the trick." I leaned down so my nose touched her cheek. "For me?" I breathed in her ear. I felt her body relax under me at the touch of my lips on her ear.

"P-please."

"That a girl." I laughed, releasing her.

"I hope you burn in hell." She said as she got up.

"Will you be watching?" I smiled crookedly, seduction seeping into my voice. "Or will you be the one torturing me?" I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to me.

"Stop. We hate each other remember?" she shoved me away, barring her teeth.

"You don't want a little fun?"

"Not with you."

I acted like it hurt. "Ouch. What you think your boy toy can do it better than me?"

She didn't answer. She just turned her face away from me. That infuriated me. As much as I wanted to kill her right then, I caught her facial expression. It was that guarded face she used with me when we both went to school.

I sighed. "I know you know."

Blake turned on the spot. "What?"

"Your soul."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh come on, Blake! Do you think I'm stupid? That I wouldn't figure it out? I'm not naive, Blake." I yelled at her, my frustration from the last few days leaking out.

"So what?"

"So what? Why didn't you tell me? Why are you acting like this?" I grabbed her shoulders, making her look me in the eye. "Tell me the truth, Blake."

"You know why I didn't tell you? Because it's different now!"

"How? How is it different?"

Blake groaned, pushing back from me. "What does it matter? You know I have a soul. Go tell your daddy and get him to kill me. It doesn't matter." She sat on the floor, putting her head in her knees.

"Why would I do that?" I asked, sitting down next to her.

"Because you're back to normal now. Big, bad, normal evil again." She wiped her nose with her sleeve.

I thought about her words for a moment. I wasn't normal again. I wasn't evil. I felt no urge to rat her out. I didn't want to start this war. I didn't want to do anything.

"What about before? Why didn't you tell me before?"

She hesitated. Then Blake straightened her back and looked me directly in the eye, her blues eyes shining, and told me four very clear words that made my world spin.

"Because I love you."