Alec Volturi:
had already passed one month from the transformation of Angela, and all had been the same since. Angela had agreed to stay with us a while, at least until they learn to fend for herself as a vampire. I had not spoken since. The day I said that I hated. Those words still echoed in my head and made me really bad pass.
Angela was always in her room and rarely left for anything but eating. But it was really common to see at night in the back gardens of the castle, where was the rest of the remaining in other places. Of course I had tried to approach her, but I gave in the early days, as she always slipped away with his speed neophyte. The only one who talked to her once in a while it was Chelsea, but Angela was always very reluctant to do so. As for the other members of the castle, were indifferent. Jane completely ignored her, but seemed to hold some esteem, and I think it was because thanks to their cause had been torturing Alessia. If, Alessia even still alive, despite the times he had insisted that torture ring was not enough punishment. This time it was me who ran away from her, did not want to see it, and if I saw it I felt like killing her. She also approached Angela, as they hated each other, but this time it was Angela which was stronger to end Alessia.
I was already too tired of everything. My "life" had collapsed just because I could not save her from an eternal life and full of death and suffering. Each time he saw her dodge through the halls, without even looking, as if she were no longer really able to perceive me or see me I was dying over and over again. Every time this happened the anger and pain were piled on me, so that one day I had to get his attention. She was going through the halls one night to return to his room when I walk next to me with the same indifference as usual. Do not hesitate even a second, grabbed her by the arm by rotating and stay in front of me:
- What are you doing! - cry while she shook. But he did not so strong as to break out of my grip with success:
- We need to talk, "I said quietly trying to make that normal conversation, but it was not:
- We do not have to say anything, because for me you no longer exist! - raising the voice replied "you":
- Angela did not deserve that treat me well. Nothing happened to you all my fault ... - answer:
- I thought you were smarter ... Everything has been for you! - Narrowed eyes she said:
- what? - Ask releasing and folding his arms:
- To start, I lied: I hid what you were when I was human. After Gio hit her even knowing you could have killed him, then hugged me and brought me to this hell, to kiss, and then let me kill a fool, and only out of jealousy, because I thought something had happened. You may not have bitten me, but neither did anything about it. Yes, I have removed the poison perch ... but you did! And do not think I do not know who spied on me since I met you every day and anywhere where I was going ... - he said quickly. The look, admitting to myself that he really had done something other than let it die:
- Okay, I made errors, and I'm sorry. Angela please give me the opportunity to amend ... - I said softly, almost in a whisper:
- You can not do anything to return to be as before. So I can not forgive ... - she said softly, whispering with an axis of longing and sadness in his voice:
- Okay, I can not become like before. But I'm sure I can do something for you, whatever. In return, I only ask you to talk about what is happening and at least do not ignore me. Treat me bad, hit me, cry me Angela, but do not do as I do not exist ... - beg:
angel looked down and hesitated for a few seconds. Then I raise my head and look into your eyes. Something had not done in almost a month. Sigh before adding with monotone:
- I promise you that you know not talk, but first you have to do this favor for me ... - she said:
- Whatever Angela ... - answered feeling hope for the first time:
- Alec ... I want to do is ... - Angela
Vulturi:
had finally achieved the thing he had wanted since this happened I was going to come true. It had not been difficult to convince Alec that I did, because at first he was reluctant to the idea, and even a little jealous. But of course, never knew he would refuse if it involved a slight improvement it stems from our relationship. Things had been hard this past month: a sore throat, the new home to live this bizarre life, other vampires, having to ignore Alec (yes, apparently can not, but I got ignored) but mostly how much I missed my family.
I knew nothing about my father or Gio, or Chloe. How were they responded to my demise? Surely evil, would be sad ... and all my fault. That's why so please take advantage of offering me Alec. I asked him to take me out of the castle to see them, without talking to them obviously, but to check they were okay and that I had absence disturbed. And finally agreed.
At that time we reached the street where he lived Gio. We look at all sides before rushing off to his garden. Alec climbed a tree and held out his hand. Ignore it and climb up to get your high on my own, as I realized that his knowledge of the field had been there before. Sniff the air and I recognized two aromas. One other that was to Gio, but there was the Chloe, go ... better, would not have to make a visit more. I got to the last branch and looked out the window, while Alec was setting behind me with a soft thud anyone besides me could appreciate. Gio was
sitting on his bed, staring into a sort of video game console. Honestly did not look very good, and it seemed pretty sloppy. I was not aware that Chloe was with her until you stop paying all my attention to Gio. Chloe was hugging him, her head resting his shoulder and turning the mobile phone in hand. Recognized when they did that, expecting an important call. Gio seemed to notice the tension of it, because it took off from the wall and look into your eyes. Approached and gave her a hug, then kiss her forehead slightly and support it in a few seconds. Then, when he thought he was more calm returned to their games. Try
feel bad, frustrated, betrayed by them both, but all I could do was smile as my brain seemed to be in the clouds. I stayed a while watching them, and it was so much love and support they saw in their eyes, that bound with strong chains invisible the only thing I could feel gratitude towards them, be grateful for each other happy when I had not done so. Gio "I had forgotten?, Now they two were lovers? Good for them, because they deserved it, because they had passed my way, and although they felt bad about it would take him well. Together:
- Do not you bothered? - Alec missed while wondering got off the tree:
- No "I replied simply count my feet touched the ground:
- I ... - was to be added as and walked toward my old house:
- You thought wrong," I interrupted, - I do not feel anything him. I just wanted to see what they were good, and they are. Who cares that Gio and Chloe are together, they are happy, and I vale-end:
- That you have said is really nice. You're too good ... - he said. I rolled my eyes:
- Fewer and fewer thanks to our very nature ... - I suggested. And he suddenly stopped:
mouth did not open all the way home from my father. We arrived
our destination in minutes. This time more than the previous dude, but I finally got close to the living room window. My father and Camilla were there. She sat on a couch, touching her lips as if thinking something fascinating. I felt kinda sorry for her and for myself. After all was bad for my departure, and even a month later.
But see my father was too. When I saw his face ravaged by pain and anguish note as legs began to shake like pudding, and when I saw those dark circles and that beard of several days I had to go back with a hole in the chest due to my own fault. I could not see well ... never thought I would too bad only because of me. But I had enough a few seconds to know he was dying inside, dying for my fault, I was killing. He knew he needed me, was the only way that was not bad. Not me I thought, I stepped back and set off the main entrance of my house, ready to talk to him, and if necessary, to tell the whole truth. Alec Volturi
:
I stared at Angela's father for a few seconds, I honestly do not feel anything for her grief, only compassion. But then Angela began to walk toward the front door. Take a few precious seconds to realize what he wanted and then it was too late, she had already called the doorbell. I ran towards her while they listened as his father stood open.
I pounce on it, and grip strength as she struggled against me trying to wriggle out of my arms. I got dragged to another part of the garden where her father could not see it, although I must admit I had a hard time. She twisted deftly as he dropped the odd gasp and a groan. I could not hold it any longer, so strip down and let me fall on it. Circle your wrists with the hands and glue them to the ground, force bore down on my hip and prevented his moving. His legs were kicking, but soon I also contralateral. She was still struggling out of control on me, and his neophyte force was too annoying to ignore. Both
hear a flush fit on the door. His father was going to open soon, so Angela was left to move and use another tactic:
- Dad! Dad! Dad! - Squealed repeatedly:
- Angela shut up ... - beg thinking about how to silence, as my hands, legs and my body were busy:
- Dad! - Snapper her one last time before the door opened slowly. Then I thought about it, I leaned over and pressed my lips on his to prevent him say the word causing the death of their loved ones:
She stayed motionless, stiffened his whole body stiffened. Sharpen the ear while our breaths felt agitated. Capture as Angela's father was a few seconds motionless in the doorway, then not seeing anyone or hear anything, and quickly closed his footsteps were lost inside the house. As the danger
was over I was able to appreciate how strange it was the position in which it was. Angela had been quiet all the time and look at her face I could see that his eyes were closed completely. Slowly and cautiously I went away from her, leaving free lips. But I get up. Although it was dangerous. I looked at a few seconds, but his face remained inscrutable. At last he opened his eyes.
I could see so much sadness in them that I felt bad for not allowing it to be doing what she wanted at that time. So guilty for hurting her father was eating inside, but outside and outside, I could not do anything:
- Angela ... - I whispered softly, as if that would make her feel better:
- I love my dad ... - beg she gasped in a weak voice:
- You know you can be. You could hurt him, you know what happens to humans who know our secret ... - try to argue,
She looked down and sob slightly. I had to make her feel better:
- I really do wish I could let Angela, but you know it is not possible. I know it's hard, but we've all been there ... - I added
- When you told me you lost your parents ever thought I had been through this. Sorry Alec ... - she said sighing
- Do not apologize. My parents deserve no excuses. There is a difference in the loss of our parents Angela ... - muttered as memories began to flood my mind. Bad memories:
- What is the difference? - She asked a bit more relaxed
- Your father cry over your death, Angela. Mine was she who sent me ... - I said, and notice how his eyes opened wide:
- What do you mean? "It was he who transformed you? - I shook my head:
- It's a long story Angela-answer:
- I have all the time in the world-pray nodding. I shrugged my shoulders. I did not know it was going to be interested in:
- Well really, it all started ... - I began to count:
- Alec asked, her voice choked
- Yes? - Question:
- could shake off this is that ... I ... starting to hurt - the frowning look, - I will not leave Alec, I will not try. I promise, " I nodded and removed from above her:
In doing so she fully stretched and stood up. Angela
Vulturi:
had finally gotten rid of me. Now he was sitting beside me, just at a branch of one of the trees in the backyard of my old house. His face had grown more somber since I had mentioned to his parents, and I was sure it would become even more sinister forms the story progressed. Sigh and began to speak:
- It started on a March 13, 1674, in a nearby town called Sant Esteve, when my mother gave birth to me and my sister Jane. We were twins, something really strange at the time. As strange as that my mother managed to survive after birth so great in a difficult time where there was no type of medical means. But she was never the same, ever since he was very weak, sick and unhappy. I felt like Jane and I desagradábamos, and that much affection to my sister, who began to hate her with all his might, so I just feel the same contempt that she was looking at us. My sincere I did not care much, since most of the time I was out working with my father. One day, when I got home my father and I after a day's work, found my mother dead and Jane in the corner crying like crazy. Nobody turned the matter, my mother was buried the next day. His body had no wounds or marks, in addition, all considered to Jane too harmless to damage it, and assimilated his death as a result of his feverish and unstable condition. But Jane also changed from that day, just talking and we distance ourselves so much, sick of it all I got to talk to her. He told me that on the death of our mother she had broken one of the porcelain plates and our mother had beaten and insulted by it. Jane felt tired all the anger and hate invaded and then use his gift to her. Purposely did not even know he was doing, but discharge their frustration watching his mother was writhing in pain without stopping for something she thought was a punishment from God or a demon. I'm dying and she was left crying in a corner as we had found. But then something complicate matters further, a neighbor of ours, whose name was Billy I heard the entire conversation and began to tell everyone. I still remember when one day we three eating and appeared one of the priests who wanted to know if the rumor was true, he asked if my sister had killed our own mother. Before saying anything else ran into the house of Billy, but I did not get there as it was in the middle of the square Village. I wanted to stick it to say those things about Jane, but I could not. A fog began to invade at that time, after the astonishment of all the people and mine. When I knock on Billy's smile froze on his lips, stood still and began shouting nonsense, until the end fell to the floor and blood started out of his head. At that moment I realize that the whole town was there, including my father, the priest and Jane who had followed me. My sister was the one who approached me and hugged me, and then both we and the rest of the people were monsters. As was the contempt he dismissed even the face of my father, who already knew that Jane had murdered his wife and I to Billy ... - I could not believe anything he said
- You're not a monster ... - self-reflection and as I said you take the hand that was resting on the branch. He looked our hands but said nothing. Just shrugged as if I were not convinced of this:
- From that day everyone started to fear us, our father and we were not their children and are home made. Although not last long on the street, and a week later all the people, led by the priest came after us, took us and took us to the central plaza. Both try to use those powers back, but do not know how and this gave a clear path to our attackers. Never able to forget the face of our father to reach the square, looking at us with disgust, and joined the crowd screaming things like "children of the Devil Die" or "go to hell." And only a small minority seemed to pray for us. What happened then I do not remember very well, just know we were tied to posts and then wells up to be hot. I closed my eyes thinking that never see sunlight, but days later I opened my eyelids: he was a vampire. Aro had killed almost all the people, including our father and we were saved from dying. I think that's why so my sister has so much appreciation, but anyway I am also grateful to him. Taught us to use our powers, gave us a good life and to this day ... - ended while I was watching him in amazement. Could so many bad things happen to forgive and endure it?
- I do not know what to say ... I'm so sorry. Do not deserve any of that ... everything is so horrible ... - try to answer, but was confused:
- You know ... I had never told anyone ... - he said ignoring my earlier comment:
- Alec ... - whisper:
- Yes? - asked looking at me with those eyes the color red, which now included as they had suffered:
- I forgive you ... - I said at the time I pulled on him and hugged him: Perhaps
could not change the past, but it could help him forget everything he had suffered. And he would also help to overcome my pain, I was sure of it ...
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