Christian POV
When Christian doesn't get his way... even the devil shivers.
For over a thousand years I've been living my life the way I want to. I've learnt the hard way that you have to be who you are, whether other people like it or not. I rather be the villain than the hero because every villain was once a good guy.
In my days, surviving skills was an easy 'kill or be kill'. For the first 10 years of my life, I was more fearful and alone, trapped in the dark because I had a father that was probably created by the devil himself. Cruel, Ruthless, Despicable are words that could easily that man, everyone feared him so ofcourse he held all the power.
My sister was the perfect child, after all, she was the first born, not to mention she was a girl so he groomed like a princess. While I on the other hand, I was forced to watch people get brutally murder from the age of 4. I didn't like what he was doing because some of those people were innocent human beings but in the end, I always stood there and watch as they cry and beg for lives while my father does horrible things to them with a devilish smirk on his face.
I'm not going to pretend like a part of me didn't enjoy every bit of it, because I did and even he knew I did, that's why he never stopped.
There were times when he'd beat and treat me like an animal and back then I had no choice but to give in to him. According to him, that was his way of making me stronger. The more I felt the pain, the less it would hurt.
At the age of 10, I needed an escape from home. I ran away because my vampire side was getting stronger and everytime I was around humans, the thought of killing them ran wild in my mind and I knew that at some point, I was going to lose control and do something I wasn't ready to do. Running away didn't made it easier, I walked right into the person I was running away from.
I couldn't go back to him, I didn't want to accept the fact that I was a murderer. My mother wasn't much help either, all she did was give me a freaking pendant that I still proceed to wear after all those years. I always thought that there was something wrong with me, my mother only stayed with me for a night and I was physically and mentally abused by my father.
That very night I met Yvonne, the night I found out I was a hybrid, I made a decision to left my old life behind. My sister came with us so I never really had a reason to go back. I thought I could just forget everything my father did to me and start over. But no matter where I was or what I do... I could never walk away from the person I really was.
No matter how many times Alli and Yvonne would lock me up, I always end up killing atleast 30 people in one night. I wasn't afraid of becoming my father, I was afraid of becoming the person my father made me. I despised my father but all along my enemy was indeed myself.
Even though he've been dead for a millennium, his face is always alive whenever I look in a mirror.
...
Ignoring the sound Alli anxiously tapping her feet, I breathe out staring at the white coffin before me. The more I look at it, the more I want to nail someone on a tree and skin them like an Alligator. Wouldn't be my first time doing something like that or second or third or fourth. Let's just say I have butcher skills.
"Guys it has been a week... As much as we hate to admit it, it doesn't look like she's coming back."
Ignore her Christian
It has been a week. One fucking week and she's not awake yet. We had a witch cast a spell on her to preserve the body so it doesn't rot or smell and will be in one peace when she wakes up. I force myself to stay down here with her everyday because if I'm not around her... bad things happen.
She was my good side, she still is. She's the first human being that I've been around and not kill. I was tempted to feed from her plenty of times but I know that if I did, I would end up killing her. Now everytime I think about her I feel this emotion that I haven't felt in centuries...
I think it's called 'sadness'. There I said it, 'not being around Choco makes me sad'.
My mind is trying so hard to focus on the coffin or the air, Alli and anything other than what Rachel just said. Ignoring her would've been a lot easier if she didn't have the loudest heartbeat in this room and at this point, even her breathing is annoying me.
Well she kind of has a point. There's a possibility that Kira's not coming back but I'm not just going to give up on her like that.
"She has a point," Alli whispers walking over to me. "Staring at the coffin isn't gonna bring her back.". Telling me that isn't going to make me stop.
"Can both of you just be quiet." I breathe out as calmly as possible. "Especially you Rachel, your breathing is annoying me."
I speed closer to the coffin and rub my fingertip along the white cover. The colour coffin was Rachel's idea, it was also her idea to dress Kira in full white because according to her, 'you have to look good when the Angels or Demons take you away'. It didn't really matter to me what type of coffin or what she wears because I know for sure, this is not permanent.
The worst thing about this is, I don't know where she is. When Supernaturals, like vampires die, our body is dead but our spirit is very much alive. It's like we're paralyse, our body's there but our spirit can see and hear everything that happens around us even though we have no control of our sense of touch. Kira wasn't a vampire when she died, so not even I know where the hell she is and what the fuck she's going through. I never cared about where humans go when they're dead until, I lost one I actually care about getting back.
My mind is travelling back and forth trying to figure out why she haven't woken up yet while my body... My body is hungry. Well would you look at that, I haven't killed anyone since the night she died. Ay, this is torture. I can't live like this.
I hesitate to open the coffin because even though I miss her, I want to see her alive not like this. My anger intensifies whenever I think about not being able to admire the look on her face everytime I disturb and annoy her. I miss her 'I'd knock your teeth out if I could' face.
"Why does your face look like that?" Rachel inquire ruining my moment of silence. "It's called sadness..." My sister whispers, "I can't even remember the last time I've seen that look on his face."
"You guys do know I can hear you right?" I scoff slowly turning around. They grin innocently and shake my head walking towards the door. Alli's right, I'm not used to being sad and I don't like it. I hate not having Choco around but there's a whole lot of things I rather do than be sad.
No Choco equals no reason to be good.
"Where are you going?" Alli asks blocking the doorway. "Dear sister, I have things to do, people to feed from, torture, kill and so on."
We all know that once I've made up my mind, theres absolutely no point in trying to convince me otherwise.
I'll never hurt my sister intentionally, after all, she is the only family I have left. Kira on the other hand, I don't wanna be anywhere near her body.
"And guys... don't you dare contact me until Kira wakes up."
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1 year later.....
It has been 1 freaking year since she died. 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 horrible days, without the human I've been protecting before she was even born.
At one point I thought that forgetting about her would've made it easier to deal with that fact that she might never come back. I've never felt this way about losing someone before. A part of me still believe that there's a possibility that someway, somehow she's coming back and I'll hold into that thought until I have proof otherwise.
My mind tried desperately to forget the taste of her lips and the terrified look in her eyes when we pulled away. I remember the night she kissed me, even though I thought it was best to forget it ever happened. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for her to do that. Yeaaaaaars. I was a bit shocked at her actions at first.. But I made no hesitation in kissing her back. A part of me knew it was wrong and ofcourse I didn't care. I felt like I broke my promise to Yvonne, not only did I kiss her granddaughter but I also let her die.
Even though she's a descendant of Yvonne, both are completely different people. They are probably the same height, around 5ft 5'. Yvonne had a very dark but beautiful complexion, Kira's rather dark brown but she was or is absolutely gorgeous. Yvonne was a powerful witch that used her magic for things that'll benefit her. While Kira, on the other hand, even though she was human... I've been around her long enough to know that, 'that girl is an undercover badass'. Her name automatically brings a smile to my face. That's one of the things I like about her.
She has her good side and her bad side. Either way, I like both sides.
I told her, I love her. Even though I didn't really meant it like that, I didn't know what else to say. I loved the idea of always protecting her. I love being there for her. I love annoying her and making her angry because I know that I would always be there to help her heal.
She promised she'd be back but she's not. "I'll be back Christian... I promise," was the last thing she said before closing her eyes.
God I miss her. I was nicer when was with her. I've known her all her life. Even before she was born. I kinda forgot to mention to her, that I was her midhusband. Midhusband? Weird I know. Well back then, most werewolves are expected to kill their firstborn and there was no way in this world that I was gonna let Toni (Kira birth mom) kill Kira. Believe me when I say, if she did hurt my Kira, I would surely rip her to pieces and feed her parts to the wolves in her pack, leaving her heart for the vampire boyfriend (Marshall).
So basically I had to pull baby Kira out of her mothers' *coughs* vagina. Now that I think about it, that was kind of nasty. For a while I was tempted by their blood but I controlled it, by controlled it... I mean I gave her to Alli so she could clean her up and make her decent. The mother on the other hand, she was gone by the time I got back, good for her because if I saw her, then I would've been the one to destroy her.
It's a win-win for both us because she got killed by someone way nicer than me and I don't have to lie to Kira about her mother's death.
I spend six whole months trying to find ways to bring her back. I've traveled literally everywhere around the world in search of any supernatural beings that might know I way to bring her back to me. I tried everything I could and when I failed, I travelled as far as from her as possible.
It didn't take away the pain of losing her but it sure as hell, made it hurt less because it was more of a distraction than an escape.
I couldn't live knowing that I lost her and I can never live knowing that I broke a promise. I may be a monster... But I do love to keep my word.
Sin ella, no podría importarme menos. (Without her, I couldn't care less). I couldn't let her see the monsterous side of me, I knew she wouldn't be able to accept it. I wanted her to trust me, not to be afraid of who I really am.
Well well... I've been in Australia for the past couple months. It is very nice down here but I didn't exactly come for the beautiful scenery. The people though, yum yum. This isn't my first or second time here so I'm very familiar with the vampires around the continent. Almost every supernatural in the world has heard about me, and majority of them probably hates me and would love to take my breath away.
Before I went on my little killing spree though, I was in my bed thinking about Kira and I just said 'fuck it all'. If there's one thing I'm good at, that would be revenge. I already killed Barry (the guy who led her to her death in the halls), but I wasn't satisfied at all.
I needed more blood shed. Soooo I hunted down his family and killed them all and boy oh boy did I enjoy the fuck out of it. I have to admit, it was cruel because they probably had nothing at all to do with what happened, that's why it was so fun.
Why Barry wanted to kill her? I've yet to find out. I've known him for a long time so I can't exactly see, why he would he want to hurt her. He barely even knew her. As far as I can see, he did it because he was a greedy hijo de puta.
Oh well.
~Flashback~ 6 months ago
"Christian? What are you doing here?" Allen, Barrys' dad ask as I walk into their house totally uninvited. Hmm, this guy reeks of fear and I haven't even done anything to them yet. Lucky for me, everybody is home. Sucks for them tho.
"Unfortunately for you Allen, I have some very bad news and some uh, good news," I growl walking closer to him with a gift in my hands. As soon as he smelled his sons' blood on me, he tried to attack me. Try.. I dodged him, and use one hand to pin him against the floor. "Ya know! For a 300 year old vampire... You're pretty slow," I whisper smirking at him lying on the floor.
A couple of seconds later his wife and brothers appears in the room. About time!! I clap welcoming them to party and hold out my hand, as a guest is supposed to. No one accepted my kind gesture though, it's either, they're a hostile family or they just don't like me in particular. Well I'm guessing they don't like me very much.
"Oh, so now the whole family's here, great..." I smile walking over to pick up the gift "I guess it's time to open your present,". I threw the gift at Allen and Barrys' heart fell out. Surprise!!
"Why??". Aww,They all look so sad, heartbroken and angry, like they wanna cry. Isn't this just sad!?!
This would've been a family reunion if little ol' Barry was alive. Well atleast I brought the head back, personally I think they should be grateful.
"Wellllll.. Mr and Mrs O'neil!!!!! Six months ago, you're son, the most dead Barry O'neil... " I smirk. I can be so funny sometimes. Lol. "Killed someone I cared about".
"So now.... I'm here to kill you" I whisper with the most ruthless tone ever.
Fun time's over.
I growl and my claws and fangs appeared as I gather all the anger I have built up inside for this family. Let's just say 'I'm ready to fuck things up'.
"What sick fuck, keep a persons' heart for 6 whole months?" one of Allens' brothers ask. His fangs appears as he sped in my direction.
This is one brave muthafucker.
I grab his neck with one hand, punching the other hand through his stomach. At the same time, the other brother and Molly came at me. One against three.. Eh! That's more than a fair fight for me. I bite the guy I was holding neck out and rip his heart out as well as a few other organs my petty hands came upon. Ah! Do I love a bloody scene.
"Kevin!!!!" They all screamed.
One dead. Three to go
"What can I say.... I'm a sick fuck," I smirk going after the other brother.
To my surprise... Allen just stood in the corner, staring at Barrys' heart. Now they know how it feels to lose someone.
"If your sister died we would've known!" Molly shouts. "If my sister was dead... then so would half of planet earth's population," I growl. Alli and Kira is amongst the few people I actually care about and I'm dangerously possessive with the people I care about.
I mash a glass bottle and push it through the other brothers' throat. I then proceed to ripped out his heart as well. I love doing that. Damn. All these bloodsheds is making me hungry asf.
"Now that it's just the three of us," I turned around facing Mr and Mrs O'neil, "I finally get to deliver my news. As I was saying... the bad news is, I killed your son obviously. The bad news is..." I growl grabbing one of the legs off the table, "you get to be with him."
This is way too easy. They're no match against me, still I feel like they're trying so hard and I barely give them a chance to hit me. They lost a son, the least I can do is let them get a little revenge. I've already proven my point so, all this is just the bonus.
I snicker throwing the piece of wood at them, deliberately missing one of them head in the process. Just as I thought, Allen quickly grab me from behind and Molly push the wood through my chest, stupidly missing my heart in the process.
"You really thought we were gonna let you go without a fight?" Molly said pushing the wood deeper inside my chest. Ma'am that was me being nice. "A for effort... D for your dead."
I kick her causing her to fall and use my reflexes to tackle Allen down as well. I slowly pull the wood out of my chest and smirk before stabbing it into Mollys' stomach, making sure it doesn't miss her heart. I growl and snap her neck in the process. Usually I'd go easier on women but this one was very special in a not very good way.
My wound starts healing quickly and I'm more than used to pain so this barely does anything to slow me down. "You know!!" I said walking over to Allen. "I was there, the day you, your wife and your little fucked up son were turned into vampires" I smiled remembering that day. Allen was 34 and Molly was 32, Barry on the other hand was just a little baby, around 3 perhaps. "I told them, they were making a mistake turning you... As usual.. I was right,".
"You're no better than your father." He said making me angrier by the second. "Just kill me already, you sick bastard". Alright that's enough. "My pleasure," I whisper. I grab him and tore out his neck with my fangs. To make sure he's dead, I rip his head off completely and throw it to next to Barry's heart. Now you all get to be a family.
"Now I'm fucking hungry," I growl.
~End of flashback~
Present day
"Another man was found dead in Moonville, this morning... " the news reporter said. Here I am, having a drink like any other normal person at a bar somewhere in Australia. Normal, lol.
"This is considered as the 183rd body found in the area, caused by some kind of wild animal". Um! Who the fuck this lady calling a wild animal?!. That's just disrespectful. I had no idea I killed so many people, over the past weeks. I lost count at 100. What can I say... I'm a predator.
My phone starts ringing and I roll my eyes reaching into my pocket. Can't a guy have a drink in peace!?!!. The last time my phone rung, it was the police from Mexico, apparently I was a suspect in a 'murder' while I was there. Technology is a snitch, I don't like it.
"What do you want mom?" I mumble sarcastically, knowing it's my sister.
"She's gone Chris!" She screams. "Obviously, she've been dead for centuries," I mutter gulping down my glass of Vodka.
"I'm not talking about your mother dumbass!" She shouts causing me to tilt the phone away from my ear. I thought I told her not contact me until... dios mio. My eyes widen at the realization and I grit my teeth trying to find the right words. "Where the hell is she?"
"Her body disappeared,". Is this some kind of joke or something.
"The headmaster had Lisa casted a spell on her some time ago to preserve her body, in case she came back to life after you left," Alli stated. I can tell she was nervous from the way she speaks.
"And?" I ask as calmly as possible trying to control my anger.
I've waited so long for Alli or Rachel or somebody to call me and tell me that Kira's alive and well and is ready to punch me for leaving her to bleed out. Instead, I get a call telling me that her body is missing. Are they fucking with me, by filling me up with false hope or does this drink has vervain in it and I'm actually hearing things? Hope is one of the most disappointing feeling in this world and disappointment isn't something I wanna feel anytime soon.
Lisa and Alli has been best friends for years. Alli trusts her so I guess she's kinda like my friend. They had one job, one single job... Protect Kira's fucking body!
"We stored her body in a casket in the basement of the school."
"How smart of you Al... I'm sure no one would've found her there" I mumble.
"Shut the fuck up Chris and listen," she basically screamed through the phone. "Lisa practically sealed that place shut with her magic okay. No vampire or werewolf could get in. Lisa is the most powerful witch at Stanford.. No one can break her spell, only her has the ability how to open it.. She also made Kiras' body invisible. So whoever went in there has to be very powerful."
Kira could be alive!!
The only thing I'm getting from this conversation is that Kira might be alive. The details aren't very important right now. All I wanna know is, is she alive or not? I'll figure out the rest later, like who the fuck took her and what I'll do to whoever it is when I find them.
"There's more brother," she said. "Lisa did some weird witchy shit and found out Kira is alive".
That's all I needed to know.
"Where is she?" I asked a bit stern.
"We don't know.. But we know she's alive," Alli said a little bit too excited. Enough said.
"Chris.. If she's really alive we need to find her before the full moon".. Oh shit I totally forgot about that.
The full moon is the night after tomorrow.. This one is different.. It's not just a full moon... It's the freaking blood moon.. A long time ago I killed a man on a night like this and triggered my werewolf side. If Kira's alive, I need to find her before she does anything stupid.
I hang up the phone before Alli could say anything else. A smile curve on my lips when I remember the conversation I just had. My time here has expired, bye bye fun time.
Kira's alive and I need to find her.