Hidden in the Darkness V1: A Darkened Fevered Dream

CHAPTER 6-Realities Clash

             Trent's P.O.V  -20 minutes prior-

I am on my way to Jake's when my phone rings b****y murder. 

“Trent.”

“hey dude what’s u-“

 “Get over here we need your help with...something, just get over here now!”

 “Okay, what’s going on? Dude!" He hangs up before I finished.

 I get to the highway and increase my speed, I love my motorcycle! It’s fast and I am addicted to the feeling of wind surrounding me, it fills me with a fear and adrenaline that I crave and enjoy. I don't enjoy the ride too much this time though as worry forces itself between my eyes. I dont know whats going on but people around there panicking is weird and for Jake to panic then something is very,very wrong. 

 I still am a little tired from the amount of energy it took to keep Jake from killing his family last night. My focus isn't the best, I’m consumed with thoughts of pointless things as I turn into their long dirt driveway. My mind goes blank and dread overcomes me with a knowledge induced panic as there is no way for me to avoid colliding with the girl that stands in the middle of the driveway. I am going too fast, hitting the break, she isn’t moving. Damn. 

-Present-

 I can't quite explain the feeling of fear striking through my veins and the one unclear picture of the girl's face, just color spins around and the only sound I hear is my heart and the motorcycle.  I instinctively hit my brakes and attempt to slow or turn and stop the motorcycle and though I succeed in not hitting her with the bike, I can't stop myself from being launched from my own bike and colliding with her small frame, plowing her to the ground, I attempt to shift my weight in the air and as I touched the ground I rolled over top of her and onto my feet.

 I stand shakily and rush to look over the girl. Her black hair covers her eyes mostly but, I can still see her light blue eyes trying to focus on staying conscious. I can clearly see the gashes and scrapes on her stomach and the gashes in her head are deep and horrible. 

 If I hadn't known better I would of been afraid I had done that to her but it looks like she’s been through hell and met the devil himself long before meeting me, these wounds are far worse than our particular accident could have caused. Possibilities fly through my head but Liz is already bending to pick up the strange girl. As she does, I see how truly thin she is, appearing unhealthy, skinny and dirty.  She has a sort of essence that I can't ignore as anything less than beautiful. I can’t express the change in atmosphere I feel in her presence. 

I don't think much on it as Liz gives me a sad but serious look, which only frightens me more, in all the years I've known Liz I have never personally seen her serious. Without a word we rush to the house. I am consumed with thoughts. Initially, I thought that there was a mishap I looked at Jake, he wouldn’t allow for any sort of mishap with their hunger. Vampires can be uncontrollable once they begin however. The possibility never truly reaches me as I am in a state of frazzled mind, still recovering from the fear that makes its home in my stomach. Although I don't want to believe it and in truth, I can't; I also feel it’s my job to ask. 

 “Did you-“

“No, of course not!” They both cut me off, Liz seems pissed that I would suggest it but c’mon the evidence is here. Even so, I’m grateful to hear their answer. 

 Baron gives me a slight nod when his eyes flickers in my direction, I know him well enough to know that worry eats at him more than myself. He will always tell the truth, Lying has never been his strong suit. Liz is the liar of the family, Jake will withhold information selflessly- he is the lying protector and Baron is the moralistic one, he is the most humane of the three siblings. He goes above and beyond to appear a reserved human so that he never has to be untruthful. He is the most understanding of our kind, of any different from him. 

 His gesture is simply to calm my nerves but the knowledge that he stands so sternly and holds such a straightforward face only tells me this is bad, very bad.  She places the girl on the freshly bloodied couch and looks at me tastefully, her humorous outlook shakily regained. She is the liar of the family. She can’t help but act selfishly, a liar of liars. She looks back to me with guarded and shiny eyes, returning me to the topic she just snapped at me over.

 With a giggle, she winks and holds her arm at an angle as if to point at me childishly, "Don't assume, it makes an a*s out of u and me.  Ha-ha get it? Assume a*s,u,me." 

She gives me a smile. I know she's still recovering from panic but is trying to lighten the tension in the room. Liz is always the first to regain a happy face, no matter how false it may be. 

‘She has too.’ Bloom said that to me once before, though I never understood why she felt the need to fake smiles. I never really asked her, It's not my business. My mind often loses track of the conversation as I take the time to analyze the mood around the room. I register her remark with a chuckle and return to the subject at hand. 

“Then what-?”

I could not finish my sentence, Than what tortured this girl? What does this to someone? 

“It’s a long story help me get Breelena-Marie comfortable then I’ll explain.”

Liz said flipping her red hair out of her eyes in one swift move of her head, she isn’t laughing or smiling anymore. Her consistency is terrible.  

Moments later she explains the situation to me and I realize this girl lived through what I imagined hell to be like. I mean, having her own father a***e and kill everyone she knows for that long. It's so depressing and infuriating and all just because of what she was born into! I know what it’s like to be born into something without a choice, we all do. I was born a werewolf but when my adoptive parents found out my secret they never beat me for it.

 I catch on that her name was Breelena-Marie, though that seems too long. I decided that I would give her the nickname Bri. We talk in hushed tones while Bri sleeps on the couch. We talk about her past and why she is in such a hurry to go back to that… low-life, that thing has no right to be called a person.

 There are many holes and questions about this entire situation, many moral questions but some had to do with why, when and how it all started. I am way past disgusted with that guy. In fact, I want him dead. No one should ever be punished for being alive, no one. He's like a r****t- better off dead. Not to mention all the innocent people he slaughtered. This guy is twisted and not in a good way, I am all worked up.  I can’t figure out why Bri would want to go back! It’s crazy! I make my mind up and tell the others that I am going to kill him and never let her be hurt like that again. It is not a suggestion, it is a promise to myself and Bri, even if she can’t hear me. 

I mean, I feel connected to her but I don’t know why, I can feel an indescribable bond with her. What she is going through is wrong and cruel. I have to know why she planned on going back and I am going to convince her it isn’t a good enough reason I will make her see we can get out of it together and put an end to it all.

 Bri is interesting, intriguing, she mumbles in her sleep on occasion as we are watching her, conversing.  It’s weird but cute, somehow it soothes the tension in the room but another thing about her has caught my attention, she is glowing. As if a person has swallowed a star. I’ve never seen anything like it.  

“She is in a peaceful sleep.” Liz says,“She did it before as well until she woke up and got scared.” This abnormal trait does nothing but make the air in the room hold less pressure, light surrounds her, surrounds us.