HeartBreak Warfare

Chapter 7

My hand clutched her throat, squeezing it, making her gasp for air. I felt the onslaught of more memories come forward. The feeling of power over my old prey, the feeling of the simple kill. The drink of human blood. The drink of Blake's blood…

I knew how to kill Blake right now. I pictured it many times in my head in that one second. There were so many different options. I could use wood from my room and catch her on fire, drown her in the ocean, snap her neck and her spinal cord, drink her blood, hang her from the ceiling, or electrocute her. I could torture her with sounds, with knives, fire, break her bones, rip her heart out, or maybe I could give her a soul. Make her feel the guilty pain that I have to carry for the rest of my life.

Before I knew it Blake had twisted, shoving her elbow between my ribs, breaking my hold on her. She put her thumbs on my throat, pressing hard. Before she knocked me unconscious, she shoved her knee in my groin, which made me jolt forward. She pushed me back down and it was all I could to do fight back the painful sting of tears from the overwhelming pain.

I felt my eyes grow black (from expression of course since their already black) and my teeth grow large. I brought my knees in, rammed them against her chest, making her fall backwards. Two could play at the hit-sensitive-parts game. While she momentarily was knocked out of breath I jumped on her, my legs closed around her thighs so she couldn't use her legs as a weapon. My hands held her wrists as I leaned down and pressed my mouth to her neck.

Just as my teeth touched her skin she said, breathlessly, "Okay, you win. Now get off of me you big git."

"Git? Since when do you speak like a Harry Potter book?" I slid off her quickly, then turned in case she made another move.

"Since you attacked me for no apparent reason." she smoothed her shirt and pants, then fixed her red curls. Then she sat down and looked at me like the first time I entered this room. She seemed as innocent as ever, well as innocent as she was before this whole situation spun out of control.

I coughed once. "I'm not sorry."

"Of course not." Blake sounded like a professional lawyer or something. So calm and cool sitting there, staring at me like I was the one under inspection.

"Now I'm going to try this again. Please try to restrain yourself."

Then she started again, this time from the beginning. It was less confusing this time. She talked about how she first found out that she was a demon, and how my family had found her a few years after I ran away. They found a way to hold off the transformation, and she became my stalker. She studied me for years, learning everything about me and how I was. Then once she learned all she could from my home and family, she began to track me, watch me. (Like all those times I felt like I was being watched? Like how she always knew what to say to me? Like how she knew how to strike a nerve, how to get in my head? How to make me love her?) Once she found where I was heading, she settled there herself, making a name for her. She became Blake (She didn't tell me what her real name is), and her desire was to either bring me back to my family, or to kill me in the process. Blake brought Amanda from home, hoping it would throw me off (It did), then once Amanda became a little too soft towards me, she needed her gone. I remembered the conversation between Amanda and Blake before I killed her.

"…Do this to Logan?" Amanda's voice asked.

"It's not without cause." Blake's raspy voice answered, more strained than it had been earlier.

"You have to understand why you can't do this. I won't let you."

"Blake I have to." she said.

I stepped on a twig, but it didn't seem like they had noticed.

"Then I'm gonna have to stop you. You won't hurt him." Blake's tone of voice changed suddenly. All nice and sweet like it had been earlier.

"What are you-" there was a scream.

It all made sense now. Amanda was going to tell me her plan, what Blake was telling me now, and Blake had made it sound like Amanda was either going to A) kill me or B) kill Blake. So when she screamed, I rushed in, thought the latter option, and killed her. She was trying to warn me! She was trying to save me from this and I just killed her! God how stupid can I get! Why didn't I listen to her! Amanda, I'm sorry! It's all my fault. Its all my fault. Its all my fault. Oh why didn't I let her finish!

Blake kept going. Then each day when her true form was coming out, she acted like a spoiled brat so make me angry. She tried to scare me. She needed to see if I truly loved her by staying with her so then she could carry on her plans. Her whole design was to mess with my head. She never loved me. Not once. Every kiss, every touch, it was a lie. Remember the truth I thought I had right earlier? Well it was gone now. Now I was just left with the hollow feeling in my gut that told me nothing is what it seems anymore. So when she knew I really loved her, she went off and got herself "killed" then later revealed herself to me to mess with my head some more.

And the whole sucky part is that it didn't surprise me! Something about Blake always made me feel weird and I thought it was just the feeling of love, but nope, it was this feeling of no trust and the ultimate betrayal.

She then went on about how my family was involved, like Christoffles and Lily.

By the time she was finished, then sun was going down for the night. Another day wasted when I'm dying. Why doesn't she just kill me now?

Lies. It had to be.

"That's about it." she concluded, smiling like she should get a round of applause.

"Thanks. I really owe you one, love." I sneered the name I always called her. "Just tell me one thing. Did you ever really love me? I mean I get that it was all a game, but did you ever feel something for me other than amusement?" I don't care if she says no. I don't care if she says no. I don't care if she says no.

Lies.

She looked up at me with those ocean blue eyes. She smiled. "Oh please, Logan. This isn't some movie."

I shrugged. "Good to know. That way when I kill you, I wont feel bad for it."

Lies.

"Ha! Kill me! I'd like to see you try."

"Deal. Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

She glared, got up and got out. Good riddance.

Its all lies!

I leaned against the wall and slid down into the sitting position, watching the door where Blake left. "Goodbye, my love." I closed my eyes and put my head back. I put my hands through my hair, feeling how long it got. I didn't cut it because Blake liked it long. That's the reason I haven't cut it still. Its really pathetic, trust me I know.

Somehow, Blake was still able to creep into my mind, even when I was trying to block her out, and especially when I wasn't. It wasn't just the past either. I kept imagining this new Blake with me. I mean she can't die, she's strong, she can take care of herself, and we could rule the world together. What's not to like? Besides the fact that Blake's being a total B (rhymes with itch if your clueless enough not to get it), it seems decent enough.

I tried to shake the image of us happy out of my head. It wouldn't happen anyway. I tried to sort through everything I had heard today. It all made sense. I almost heard a click in my head from fitting it all together. Of course she never loved me, it never made any sense for her to. All this time I thought it was because I was a monster, her a normal human. But no, it was almost the other way around. She was the monster, and I had fallen for her act. I had been stupid enough to love her, and I'm still stupid because still love her, something that's idiotic to me.

One day, I told myself. This world is full of things that take one day. One day, and a baby is conceived. One day and a baby is born. One day and people get married, people graduate college, they get fired from jobs, they live, and then they die. It took one single, short, imaginary, ridiculous, and most heavenly day to fall in love with Blake Winters. That's all it took. One little day where I met her. Where she changed me outlook on love. Then it was followed by other one days where she shared a first kiss, had special moments. It took one day for me to figure out what she was once her symptoms kicked in, one day to feel like everything was destroyed. Then it took another one day to seem like I solved it, to get back to her. Then one day she was taken from me. One day I saw her lying on the ground in that plane, dead. One day I saw her walk past me, alive, and completely against me. Betraying everything I had felt for her. One day to get some sort of truth. One day for it to all go away. One day to get a fatal curse. One day to realize everything I believed in was a lie. One day to realize my family was against me. One day to know I would rather be dead. One day to see Blake leave my room after telling me she didn't ever love me, to tell me exactly what I didn't want to hear, and how I didn't want to hear it. One day to see Darius and Blake making out. One day to make the same mistake. And it'll take one short day for me to die. It takes one day to build something and yet it takes the same amount of time to tear it down.

Sad Isn't it?

No, not really. Its just an eye opener.

And I'm sure this only the beginning, despite the fact that I have only one week and six days to live.

I sighed, getting up. I took off my shirt and stretched my wings out, wincing at the cracking and stretching. The pain was bad, but not unbearable. I took to the window, well hidden underneath rock and cement. I pushed it out and stepped out on the ledge. And I jumped.

It wasn't until I hit the ocean waters from two hundred feet above, that I realized my left wing was broken.

Ouch.