L I S A

My mind was spinning at the picture of her and all the betrayal, sadness, possibilities; anger disappeared along with my crying leaving behind nothing but coldness.

How could it lead to all of this?

I'd wanted to scold Edward of his doing―not the almost kiss―but treating me like I was a parcel to be delivered. I needed answers and I was mad. Mad at him.

I had feelings for him! Yes, no matter how much I denied it but I had feelings for him that I couldn't yet comprehend.

And he was treating me like I was a stupid package material that had needed to reach its destination before time.

All these stupid emotions and unwanted feelings churned inside of me and I broke down.

Right there on my knees, it was as if every feeling and sorrow that I'd denied to feel back in my past was striking me like a lightning bolt.

I wanted to find a better place.

That never happened before. I was never so soft and scared than today, I cried in front of him. And what was more? On my knees! What was wrong with me?

So much chaos and this overwhelming sadness in all the melancholy air that I breathe reminded me of everything I'd always wanted to become and was deprived of.

But then a squeal sidetracked my train of thoughts and when I saw her it all went behind a dark gate of my mind where I'd buried hundreds of other memories I wouldn't recall. Ever.

And all that mattered was her face and her fragile body that had suffered the same disgusting torture like mine but in a way worse.

The bite marks was forcing her to give up and she looked so drained out of life that I couldn't help but faced away.

I felt incapable; I couldn't save the only thing I held dear in my life, the only person I'd die for.

Lately but I realized I was still on my knees.

Gathering myself and my stirring complicated emotions I forced myself up on my legs. There was a slight wiggle from my waist below but I kept myself steady.

My knees were still weak but I had to hold myself, it was the call of circumstance God had hurled me in.

Eventually when I was ready to face Edward again, I peeked up to his side and saw him raging like an inflamed fire.

I lost track of times he had looked like that in a single particular day. It had to be tiring for him, to get angry all the time.

But I shouldn't judge since I was way more angry than him-surely I didn't let it come over my features as him.

Honestly I was torn between being angry or depressed. I was crying because of anger!

"Hand her over." Edward spoke out in the deadliest tone like before in that cave.

I jumped at his words and recalled how sweetly he had kissed me a few moments ago.

That Edward was long gone and was not coming home anytime soon in the near future.

"Give us the girl." The one with golden hair and grayish highlights threatened. His tone was just as hard as Edward's.

It was then that I finally looked at the intruders.

The four of them had worn the same black leather jackets which Edward would occasionally wear. They had multihued T-shirts underneath their dashing bad-boy jackets.

If I had to pin out one similarity between the five of them, I'd choose their eyes.

The scarlet eyes which burnt with lust and anger and nothing more but a big stack of coldness, I'd never seen eyes like those in my life except . . . except in my dreams.

The stranger would near me and all I would see was his glowing red eyes. Though it was brighter than any stone I'd ever seen, their eyes were in no compare to the demon in my dreams.

I called him a demon because he represented himself like one and even in something as forged as a dream, I could feel his dangerous aura and I was attracted to it.

I'd forget my conscience and disregard it from my soul, ready to commit my most significantly darkest sin.

I was a bit familiar with the same creepy onyx veins that flowed downwards beneath their eye lashes like several small tributaries from a basin.

"Take her if you can." Edward bluffed.

My heart skipped a beat and they all must have heard it as now I was the centre of attention.

The unseen walls around me kept getting closer in the form of their suffocating gazes. I kept running my fingers above and below my arms to hide any spot that was revealed.

It felt as if I was being sucked out of breaths and the walls flooded in more. Their glares pierced through my clothes, my skin and perhaps into my soul.

I'd never felt so naked in my life like that even if I couldn't see myself I knew I was blushing hard, so hard that my cheeks hurt.

"Come here sweetheart." The blonde one spoke.

I doubted him for a moment trying to digest what he'd just blurted. Why would I so easily follow him?

My brows quirked in confusion as Edward tried to stifle his chuckle beside me. What was so funny about it?

The blonde kept looking into my eyes but a moment later he gave up and glared at Edward in bemusement. I wondered what they must be thinking about.

"She can't be compelled you fool." Edward let his laugh lived ultimately.

What does he mean? Compelled? By the way the blonde was looking at my direction I supposed it had something to do with that night when Edward had done something with his eyes and I went dizzy, except I felt quite good now.

"Well, then this must do it." He turned back in a swing and a depressing groan was heard.

Involuntarily I fell a few steps towards them as Edward pulled me back to his chest. I was fighting him.

Even if my heart was fighting against the fact that it was hers, my mind had processed that voice long ago.

And I was still fighting Edward to go to her.

Why? To get slaughtered? All my instincts had surrendered to the playing of my subconscious and stupid conscience that threw me first in the line to be exterminated.

"Jenna." I sobbed squirming in Edward's grip and constantly endeavored to run away from him.

But where? To these monsters? Yes! If it meant she could live.

The blonde's hand around her throat strangled her and deprived her of the basic necessity of natural human life.

I cried again, harder this time and blinked to prove myself wrong. I wanted to die because it meant waking up from this dreadful nightmare.

I knew very well, the vampires in my dreams were just playing with me. There was a way out!

I silently prayed to the demon in my dreams to recue me. A desperate attempt though I had to give it a shot.

"Please! I'll go with you! Please! Let her go!" I cried as Edward covered my mouth to prevent me from speaking anymore.

Why wasn't he helping her? She was his friend! Why weren't they letting her go? I would go with them.

I swiped his hand away from my face but the words wouldn't come out, they wouldn't arrange in a good order, not enough to comprehend.

I looked deeply in his eyes, the blonde one's and I begged moment after other with my words and sadness that covered my whole body and inflicted my desperate movements to get out of this Hell.

"Please." I whimpered begging him once again.

A swift movement, a snap and Jenna was on her feet with her back against the blonde one's front. I was shocked.

I cried again silently beneath Edward's palm as the blonde one's hand traveled to her neck and removed the hair to get a better sight.

He sunk into her sink in a brief moment without a thought or guilt.

Jenna's eyes filled with tears and her face cringed in pain.

At first she was grimacing but with the amount of length of fangs in her neck, she calmed a bit.

She gave a reassuring smile time to time telling me to hold myself. But I'd been doing that all my life and finally I'd gotten to cry.

I didn't want to hold myself. She was my only parent, my only guardian. What would I do without her? Where would I go?

He kept sucking and nibbling at her fragile neck until her body got pallor and pallor and her lips sank to a color of dried leaf. Her eyes lost the childish sparkling she'd always carried in them.

Her body was drained out off every ounce of life and mischief I once had praised so much. Her body lost the balance and fell onward the ground, her face covered in bruises but her eyes never closed.

Never had I witnessed a human death before, it was swift and silent, almost as if the end of a story that hadn't even gotten the chance to begin. It was . . . empty of . . . almost everything. There was no going back.

I was stunned and lost the capability to comprehend the so-called time.

We're just laughing and teasing, she was scolding me this morning and now she was . . . she was gone. How could she leave me this early?

~ ~ ~

"I'll never leave you Liz." She pulled me close and perched a gentle kiss on my head.

I wasn't convinced. I was anything but induced by her sugar-coated words. I knew she'd just leave me like trash after gaining my trust.

That was what always happened.

"You're lying!" I scolded.

I was grieving the recent loss of my parents' lives and had just returned from the mortuary after the long inception.

I felt sick on the inside. My feelings were all over the place and I was a crying mess that had needed to be treated with delicacy.

I hated their gazes that offered nothing but empathy. I was only eleven! I shouldn't be going through any of this! Yet I was.

That was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do in my life. Stare at my dead parents and tell if they're really my guardian.

I wanted a relief to feel, a reassuring smile, a promising souvenir, a goofy smile to laugh at or a reason to dwell on despite the loss or anything at all that would prove her words weren't just another pile of lies adorned on the table in front of me to be served as dinner.

"I promise dear." She hugged me and I wrapped my arms around her in a rigid embrace.

For some reason I trusted her with my life, I knew I was in capable hands and didn't question her in the last five years until now.

~ ~ ~

She broke her promise.

How could this happen so fast? How was that a piece of cake to kill someone without any remorse? Was it possible to not possess even the slightest bit of humanity? Was it possible for someone to be so cold-hearted? Was it really possible in this world for anyone to die so mercilessly?

All of my unasked questions, the ones revolving in my mind, were answered when I perceived the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth that was lifted up to curve a smug smile.

Yes, it was possible. All of it.

"C'mon beautiful-she was going to die anyway, today or tomorrow. I just made it easier for your God to welcome her in heaven." He swiped the blood off his lips as his words rang in my ears creating a permanent slot in my memories.

"Otherwise . . . I'll be more than grateful to torture her in the afterlife, in hell." He finished.

I must've stopped breathing at that moment as adrenaline rushed through my body-conversely I kept quite. Five vampires versus one human wasn't a fight worth fighting.