My Past Is Your Demise

First off, I am NOT a Twilight Fan. I am actually a hater. This story isn't meant to mock Twilight. It's meant to show a version where haters and lovers will both love/read!

Summary:
"You weren't there for me," I cried in agony.

When Edward left Bella, something snapped...

The strength of a human only lasted so much. After being bitten, Bella was reborn and changed. She changed her name to Amira, became an assassin and now has a team. Swearing revenge on the creatures she once loved, the Cullens better watch out.

Because they're just pawns in a much bigger game and when it's over, they'll all be dead...

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16. Chapter 15: When Jealousy Becomes Insanity

I bet you all want to know what was up Carlisle's butt, huh?

Well, you'll find out in chapter 20, guaranteed.

My Past Is Your Demise: Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Jealousy Becomes Insanity

            I knew giggling during a game of paintball wasn’t exactly the best idea. Especially if your opponent was a vampire with super hearing. I couldn’t tell if he was still chasing me, but I didn’t dare turn around.

            I made sure to weave in and out of trees just so if Emmett was following me, it would be harder to shoot. I turned around suddenly and checked for Emmett. He was nowhere in sight.

            Since he was gone, I had time to inspect my terrain. Here were a lot of trees and places to hide. Maybe I should’ve hid and waited for Emmett to come. It would’ve been like an ambush.

            I stepped backwards cautiously. I only stopped when I felt my back hit something slender and hard. A tree, I thought. I felt around and it seemed the tree was unusually cold. Wait. Cold and hard?

            Before I had time to register the thoughts, I heard a yell.

            “Aha!” The sound made my hair stand on end. I shrieked cowardly and ran. I didn’t even bother turning around before leaving. It was obviously Emmett, even if I didn’t get a good look.

            I’m going to kill him, was my last thought before I stopped running. I didn’t feel splats of paint on my back, but I could smell them. My nose wrinkled in disgust.

            Suddenly someone tackled me from behind. My heart was throbbing in my chest. My breath was heaving and I turned to glare at the vampire that was on top of me.

            “Get. Off. Me,” I enunciated every syllable. Even though my heart was pounding and I could hardly breathe, I still had the nerve to be angry. Emmett’s laughed vibrated against my back since he was on top of me, but complied.

            “You do realize you sound like a puppy trying to be intimidating, right?” I rolled my eyes at his tease. I’d heard that and much more from a lot of people. Those people usually ended up hurt.

            “Very funny,” I laughed sarcastically for effect. “I’m practically dying of laughter here!”

            That comment wasn’t a good idea because Emmett had me pinned down again. I groaned, not in pain, but in annoyance. I lay still, only moving to breathe. Eventually Emmett would get bored and leave me alone.

            “Rylinn? If you don’t move in five seconds, I’ll make you,” he threatened easily. I managed to keep down a laugh as my stillness kept. I felt him shrug as his hands moved to my sides.

            I let out a shriek and started trying to get out. “S-stop,” I managed to get out. Emmett knew I was extremely ticklish and he used it to his advantage. Evil, I thought with a small scowl.

            “Will you admit that I’m right?” His voice held confidence that I wish I could wipe off. I nodded slowly. When he relaxed, I shoved him half off and shouted,

            “Psyche!” He laughed and grabbed me again. “What are you doing?” I yelled, freaking out. He grabbed a paintball and squished it in my face. There were yellow paint on my cheek and it smelled really bad.

Before I could do anything, something happened. I saw his eyes go wide before getting off me in a fast motion.

            “Yes, Emmett,” I heard a voice spit his name like it was a disease. “What are you doing?” I turned around to find Rosalie and the rest of the Cullens looking at me with curiosity rather than disgust.

            “Well, baby...” Emmett trailed off with paint still on his face. “We were just playing! No, no! That didn’t come out right,” he frantically tried to rephrase. Rosalie scoffed and started walking away.

            I saw the crushed look on Emmett’s face and I realized it was my fault. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t help them? A Night Shadower, duh! A voice answered in my head. You aren’t supposed to help them; you’re supposed to break them.

            I sucked up the feeling of guilt to Amira and looked at Rosalie walk away.

            Unlike most humans, I wasn’t scared of her attitude. “Rosalie, you’re ten times prettier than me. Why would you think Emmett would like me that way? He’s a brother to me and your soul mate. Stop being so jealous and actually think for once.” I levelled my gaze with hers.

            She gave me a disbelieving look. The rest of the Cullens’ mouths were parted slightly in shock. I gave them a confused glance as they looked away. I anticipated Rosalie’s response. Seething anger.

            No one upstaged Rosalie. And since I wasn’t a vampire, she would be extra angry. “Listen, you don’t know anything about my past. I’d love it if you didn’t criticize me again,” her voice was low and somewhat slower.

            Most people would be intimidated, but I wasn’t. “Ok, tell me about your past then. I could judge better if I knew.” I raised my eyebrow as I knew it was a smart comeback. Her response was to stalk off to the car.

            Hey, I tried, I thought rolling my eyes. “That wasn’t a smart move, Rylinn.” Jasper looked over at me. He spoke in a quiet voice, almost like a scolding, but phrased like a suggestion.

            I rolled my eyes and pretended I didn’t hear him. With my gun still slung across my back, I walked in the direction of home. They met my eyes with wary glances and I refused to look at them.

            For once, I was thankful for the Cullens having more than one car. Tensions between all of us were high –thanks to Amira– and the Cullens were still trying to keep balance. It wasn’t going to work though, that I was sure of.

            When we got home, Emmett and I got a lecture about responsibility by Esme. If she weren’t a target I had to be nice to, I’d snap. It wasn’t only Esme though. Edward and Rosalie gave me glare too.

            Jasper said he couldn’t take the tension going on as he walked out of the house. Edward followed, saying he couldn’t look at my face for another minute. That gave him another sarcastic smile from me.

            Everyone else just stayed quiet as Esme and Carlisle continued the rant. I was getting tired fast. It reminded me of when my real parents found out about my boyfriend at the time.

I was almost desperate to get out. I pulled one of the lamest tricks in the book. I threw a tantrum to get out of the lecture.

            I ran to the living room and sat on the couch, pouting. No one made eye contact with me, or tried to sympathize. I wasn’t looking for attention and the fact that no one was bothering me, was quite calming.

            The doorbell rang. There were no footsteps or sounds of the door opening. Either everyone was lazy, or they were trying to get me to move. Sadly, it worked. I couldn’t take the sound of the doorbell one more time as I went to open the door.

            Outside was a girl who was about my age. She had sparkly brown hair with tints of red and matching brown eyes. She was the type of girl superficial Barbies would be jealous of. Of course, I wasn’t superficial, not a Barbie.

I might’ve seen her at school, but -with all the faces and my tendency to ignore people- I didn’t know. I smiled politely and tried to ignore her stares at the mansion.

            “I’m really sorry. My little sister is a girl scout and she’s selling cookies. Since she got sick, I told her I’d help her raise the money. Would you be interested in cookies?” She bit her lip hopefully as she asked.

            I was faced with indecision. I smiled sweetly and replied, “let me ask my brother and sister.” I walked back into the house and found Emmett and Rosalie in their room. They weren’t speaking to each other, just staring at 2 different walls.

            “There’s a girl outside that wants to sell us cookies? Can you go pay for them? It’s for a good cause,” I added hoping to sweeten the deal. Emmett looked at my face and nodded tiredly. Rosalie got up too.

            I gave her a shocked look. I thought she was mad still at Emmett. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m mad at you, but that doesn’t mean I want some girl all over you,” she huffed, indignantly.

            We came back down the stairs. The girl looked at Rosalie a bit fearfully. I thought I saw her visibly gulp. I could understand. Rosalie wasn’t exactly the nicest or friendliest person around.

            “Um... how many boxes would you l-like?” Her voice stuttered as she got out her cookies. Emmett laughed and gave her a warm smile. She relaxed instantly and I saw Rosalie go rigid.

            Rosalie was about to snap at her, but I held her back. I didn’t need to see a dead body even though that would’ve been a good idea to split Rosalie with the rest of the family.

            “I’ll take two. You know, you’re really old for a girl scout.” He leaned into her ear and whispered, “and cute too.” I saw her face turn a bit pink as she looked at him uncomfortably.

            I gave him a wide-eyed expression. I almost regretted holding onto Rosalie. What are you doing, man? My thoughts rang confusion. Aren’t you mates with Rosalie? I mean you’re freaking mates. Since when was Emmett such a flirt?

            If Rosalie was human she would probably be crying or turning purple. She didn’t do either. She just stood there, watching Emmett with disbelief. I could see she was having trouble keeping her sadness in.

            Her stony appearance didn’t seem to faze the girl or Emmett though. They were lost in their own world. I contemplated on hitting Emmett, but I didn’t want a bruise.

            I heard the girl giggle and whisper something in Emmett’s ear. She was about to keep flirting. I smiled cynically as I gave her a glare. I didn’t like Rosalie but she was starting to annoy me. “You done?”

            She had the nerve to look bashful. She planted a kiss on Emmett’s cheek, her lips lingering for a few seconds too long. Emmett didn’t make a move to stop her. Only when she let go, he touched his cheek.

            I saw that Rosalie couldn’t take it anymore as she walked out. Her hands were in her face which was weird because she couldn’t cry.

            I gave him a glare of disgust. He and the girl didn’t seem to notice me. “Call me,” she whispered lowly to him, handing him the cookies and her number. I felt like dumping the cookies on her face, but refrained.

            I didn’t even look at Emmett before leaving to find Rosalie. I found her on the couch with a pillow covering her face. “Go away,” she spat icily, thinking I was Emmett.

            “It’s Rylinn. And I just want to let you know, this has happened to me too.” I told her honestly. She looked up and for a second, I thought she was going to throw the pillow at me. She looked at me with intensity.

            “Really?” Her voice was a whisper. I never saw this side to Rosalie. It was almost... vulnerable. “What did you do about it?”

            I didn’t know how to answer. Honestly, I was a wreck but saying that wouldn’t have helped her case. A little lie couldn’t hurt anyone. “I made him remember what he was missing,” I replied, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

            The ‘Rosalie look of determination’ was back. “Fine, you’re going to help me then, right?” She looked at me. It was a rare time Rosalie needed help and she was asking me. I gave her an uncertain glance. “Please?”

            “Fine. Just promise me one thing,” I asked. I was going to ask her to go easy on him, but bit back those words. I was trying to destroy their family, not fix it. She looked at me.

            “Depends what it is.”

            I desperately tried to think of something that Amira would say. “Make him suffer,” I spoke in a slightly menacing voice that didn’t sound at all like me. She grinned at my expectations and smiled.

            “Oh don’t worry about that. You’ve seen how mean I can be to you. Well, that’s my lowest setting,” she answered with a sadistic grin on her face. Suddenly, she didn’t remind me of Rosalie anymore.

She reminded me of Amira. Amira faced a broken heart and she decided to deal with it. Rosalie looked positively crazy at the moment. Crazy with fury. I was going to ask more, but she left without another word.

            She left me sitting there. Rosalie probably went to her room to prepare for her revenge. I groaned and went to my room. When I was in my room, I suddenly felt calmer. I looked out the window to see someone.

            “Really Jasper? Messing with my emotions,” I called out. He laughed and disappeared. A few minutes later he was up the stairs and walking into my room.

            “Climbing through windows is really Edward’s thing, you know.” He joked.

            “Yeah, windows are so overrated. Anyway, what’s up?” I sat down on my bed and felt it dip when he sat beside me.

            “I need to talk to you about my plan. I thought someone was trying to break the trust in our family and I thought it was the Vulture, but I was wrong. If it were the Vulture, they would just use Chelsea,” he explained.

            “But Chelsea’s-” I stopped myself. He didn’t know that Chelsea was dead and I had no explanation. He looked at me with distrust but quickly stopped. I looked at him boldly.

            “Anyway,” he continued. “I was wrong. Someone isn’t trying to break our trust. They’re trying to make us destroy ourselves. I just need to convince the others and stop the person.” He looked at me.

            I refused to say anything. He was right and I would be dead if he found out. “I guess I’ll just leave,” he muttered getting up. His weight off the bed made me lose my balance. “Thanks for being someone I could talk to.”

            I strained a smile as he left. My eyes must’ve looked worried even though I was smiling because he gave me a wary glance. What am I supposed to do now? I thought. Why did I have to do this again?

            I slouched in my seat and looked up. When I heard my door open and a scream enter, I narrowed my eyes. “Arianna, what in God’s name do you want?” I asked nastily. Her scream was giving me a headache.

            “I just got a date!” She danced around while she squealed. Big whoop, Edward asked you out. That’s what boyfriends are supposed to do right? I mocked her stupidity.

            “So what? Isn’t Edward supposed to take you out? He is your boyfriend after all,” I answered slowly, to annoy her. “And why are you telling me this? I’m not even your friend.”

            “Not with Edward,” her eyes hardened. “With Derek,” she whispered. A surge of jealousy ran through me. Why are you jealous? I thought to myself. Derek wasn’t even my boyfriend. But you want him to be...

            Everything about Derek was cool. He didn’t belong with Arianna. He belonged with me. What, what? I yelled. Derek would never see me other than a friend. He probably had a crush with one of the female Night Shadowers.

            Arianna speaking suddenly reminded that she was still here.

            “And I’m here to tell you that you better not tell anyone. Even if you tell Edward, he won’t believe you,” she smirked like she already won.

            “Why didn’t you just keep it from me? Then I wouldn’t even know and I can’t even tell Edward,” I asked, stumping her. She looked at me with hatred. She didn’t bother answering as she left.

            This is not going to be a good night. Well, at least Arianna can trust me to tell Edward, I thought before going to read a book.

My Past Is Your Demise: Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Jealousy Becomes Insanity

            I knew giggling during a game of paintball wasn’t exactly the best idea. Especially if your opponent was a vampire with super hearing. I couldn’t tell if he was still chasing me, but I didn’t dare turn around.

            I made sure to weave in and out of trees just so if Emmett was following me, it would be harder to shoot. I turned around suddenly and checked for Emmett. He was nowhere in sight.

            Since he was gone, I had time to inspect my terrain. Here were a lot of trees and places to hide. Maybe I should’ve hid and waited for Emmett to come. It would’ve been like an ambush.

            I stepped backwards cautiously. I only stopped when I felt my back hit something slender and hard. A tree, I thought. I felt around and it seemed the tree was unusually cold. Wait. Cold and hard?

            Before I had time to register the thoughts, I heard a yell.

            “Aha!” The sound made my hair stand on end. I shrieked cowardly and ran. I didn’t even bother turning around before leaving. It was obviously Emmett, even if I didn’t get a good look.

            I’m going to kill him, was my last thought before I stopped running. I didn’t feel splats of paint on my back, but I could smell them. My nose wrinkled in disgust.

            Suddenly someone tackled me from behind. My heart was throbbing in my chest. My breath was heaving and I turned to glare at the vampire that was on top of me.

            “Get. Off. Me,” I enunciated every syllable. Even though my heart was pounding and I could hardly breathe, I still had the nerve to be angry. Emmett’s laughed vibrated against my back since he was on top of me, but complied.

            “You do realize you sound like a puppy trying to be intimidating, right?” I rolled my eyes at his tease. I’d heard that and much more from a lot of people. Those people usually ended up hurt.

            “Very funny,” I laughed sarcastically for effect. “I’m practically dying of laughter here!”

            That comment wasn’t a good idea because Emmett had me pinned down again. I groaned, not in pain, but in annoyance. I lay still, only moving to breathe. Eventually Emmett would get bored and leave me alone.

            “Rylinn? If you don’t move in five seconds, I’ll make you,” he threatened easily. I managed to keep down a laugh as my stillness kept. I felt him shrug as his hands moved to my sides.

            I let out a shriek and started trying to get out. “S-stop,” I managed to get out. Emmett knew I was extremely ticklish and he used it to his advantage. Evil, I thought with a small scowl.

            “Will you admit that I’m right?” His voice held confidence that I wish I could wipe off. I nodded slowly. When he relaxed, I shoved him half off and shouted,

            “Psyche!” He laughed and grabbed me again. “What are you doing?” I yelled, freaking out. He grabbed a paintball and squished it in my face. There were yellow paint on my cheek and it smelled really bad.

Before I could do anything, something happened. I saw his eyes go wide before getting off me in a fast motion.

            “Yes, Emmett,” I heard a voice spit his name like it was a disease. “What are you doing?” I turned around to find Rosalie and the rest of the Cullens looking at me with curiosity rather than disgust.

            “Well, baby...” Emmett trailed off with paint still on his face. “We were just playing! No, no! That didn’t come out right,” he frantically tried to rephrase. Rosalie scoffed and started walking away.

            I saw the crushed look on Emmett’s face and I realized it was my fault. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t help them? A Night Shadower, duh! A voice answered in my head. You aren’t supposed to help them; you’re supposed to break them.

            I sucked up the feeling of guilt to Amira and looked at Rosalie walk away.

            Unlike most humans, I wasn’t scared of her attitude. “Rosalie, you’re ten times prettier than me. Why would you think Emmett would like me that way? He’s a brother to me and your soul mate. Stop being so jealous and actually think for once.” I levelled my gaze with hers.

            She gave me a disbelieving look. The rest of the Cullens’ mouths were parted slightly in shock. I gave them a confused glance as they looked away. I anticipated Rosalie’s response. Seething anger.

            No one upstaged Rosalie. And since I wasn’t a vampire, she would be extra angry. “Listen, you don’t know anything about my past. I’d love it if you didn’t criticize me again,” her voice was low and somewhat slower.

            Most people would be intimidated, but I wasn’t. “Ok, tell me about your past then. I could judge better if I knew.” I raised my eyebrow as I knew it was a smart comeback. Her response was to stalk off to the car.

            Hey, I tried, I thought rolling my eyes. “That wasn’t a smart move, Rylinn.” Jasper looked over at me. He spoke in a quiet voice, almost like a scolding, but phrased like a suggestion.

            I rolled my eyes and pretended I didn’t hear him. With my gun still slung across my back, I walked in the direction of home. They met my eyes with wary glances and I refused to look at them.

            For once, I was thankful for the Cullens having more than one car. Tensions between all of us were high –thanks to Amira– and the Cullens were still trying to keep balance. It wasn’t going to work though, that I was sure of.

            When we got home, Emmett and I got a lecture about responsibility by Esme. If she weren’t a target I had to be nice to, I’d snap. It wasn’t only Esme though. Edward and Rosalie gave me glare too.

            Jasper said he couldn’t take the tension going on as he walked out of the house. Edward followed, saying he couldn’t look at my face for another minute. That gave him another sarcastic smile from me.

            Everyone else just stayed quiet as Esme and Carlisle continued the rant. I was getting tired fast. It reminded me of when my real parents found out about my boyfriend at the time.

I was almost desperate to get out. I pulled one of the lamest tricks in the book. I threw a tantrum to get out of the lecture.

            I ran to the living room and sat on the couch, pouting. No one made eye contact with me, or tried to sympathize. I wasn’t looking for attention and the fact that no one was bothering me, was quite calming.

            The doorbell rang. There were no footsteps or sounds of the door opening. Either everyone was lazy, or they were trying to get me to move. Sadly, it worked. I couldn’t take the sound of the doorbell one more time as I went to open the door.

            Outside was a girl who was about my age. She had sparkly brown hair with tints of red and matching brown eyes. She was the type of girl superficial Barbies would be jealous of. Of course, I wasn’t superficial, not a Barbie.

I might’ve seen her at school, but -with all the faces and my tendency to ignore people- I didn’t know. I smiled politely and tried to ignore her stares at the mansion.

            “I’m really sorry. My little sister is a girl scout and she’s selling cookies. Since she got sick, I told her I’d help her raise the money. Would you be interested in cookies?” She bit her lip hopefully as she asked.

            I was faced with indecision. I smiled sweetly and replied, “let me ask my brother and sister.” I walked back into the house and found Emmett and Rosalie in their room. They weren’t speaking to each other, just staring at 2 different walls.

            “There’s a girl outside that wants to sell us cookies? Can you go pay for them? It’s for a good cause,” I added hoping to sweeten the deal. Emmett looked at my face and nodded tiredly. Rosalie got up too.

            I gave her a shocked look. I thought she was mad still at Emmett. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m mad at you, but that doesn’t mean I want some girl all over you,” she huffed, indignantly.

            We came back down the stairs. The girl looked at Rosalie a bit fearfully. I thought I saw her visibly gulp. I could understand. Rosalie wasn’t exactly the nicest or friendliest person around.

            “Um... how many boxes would you l-like?” Her voice stuttered as she got out her cookies. Emmett laughed and gave her a warm smile. She relaxed instantly and I saw Rosalie go rigid.

            Rosalie was about to snap at her, but I held her back. I didn’t need to see a dead body even though that would’ve been a good idea to split Rosalie with the rest of the family.

            “I’ll take two. You know, you’re really old for a girl scout.” He leaned into her ear and whispered, “and cute too.” I saw her face turn a bit pink as she looked at him uncomfortably.

            I gave him a wide-eyed expression. I almost regretted holding onto Rosalie. What are you doing, man? My thoughts rang confusion. Aren’t you mates with Rosalie? I mean you’re freaking mates. Since when was Emmett such a flirt?

            If Rosalie was human she would probably be crying or turning purple. She didn’t do either. She just stood there, watching Emmett with disbelief. I could see she was having trouble keeping her sadness in.

            Her stony appearance didn’t seem to faze the girl or Emmett though. They were lost in their own world. I contemplated on hitting Emmett, but I didn’t want a bruise.

            I heard the girl giggle and whisper something in Emmett’s ear. She was about to keep flirting. I smiled cynically as I gave her a glare. I didn’t like Rosalie but she was starting to annoy me. “You done?”

            She had the nerve to look bashful. She planted a kiss on Emmett’s cheek, her lips lingering for a few seconds too long. Emmett didn’t make a move to stop her. Only when she let go, he touched his cheek.

            I saw that Rosalie couldn’t take it anymore as she walked out. Her hands were in her face which was weird because she couldn’t cry.

            I gave him a glare of disgust. He and the girl didn’t seem to notice me. “Call me,” she whispered lowly to him, handing him the cookies and her number. I felt like dumping the cookies on her face, but refrained.

            I didn’t even look at Emmett before leaving to find Rosalie. I found her on the couch with a pillow covering her face. “Go away,” she spat icily, thinking I was Emmett.

            “It’s Rylinn. And I just want to let you know, this has happened to me too.” I told her honestly. She looked up and for a second, I thought she was going to throw the pillow at me. She looked at me with intensity.

            “Really?” Her voice was a whisper. I never saw this side to Rosalie. It was almost... vulnerable. “What did you do about it?”

            I didn’t know how to answer. Honestly, I was a wreck but saying that wouldn’t have helped her case. A little lie couldn’t hurt anyone. “I made him remember what he was missing,” I replied, shrugging as if it were no big deal.

            The ‘Rosalie look of determination’ was back. “Fine, you’re going to help me then, right?” She looked at me. It was a rare time Rosalie needed help and she was asking me. I gave her an uncertain glance. “Please?”

            “Fine. Just promise me one thing,” I asked. I was going to ask her to go easy on him, but bit back those words. I was trying to destroy their family, not fix it. She looked at me.

            “Depends what it is.”

            I desperately tried to think of something that Amira would say. “Make him suffer,” I spoke in a slightly menacing voice that didn’t sound at all like me. She grinned at my expectations and smiled.

            “Oh don’t worry about that. You’ve seen how mean I can be to you. Well, that’s my lowest setting,” she answered with a sadistic grin on her face. Suddenly, she didn’t remind me of Rosalie anymore.

She reminded me of Amira. Amira faced a broken heart and she decided to deal with it. Rosalie looked positively crazy at the moment. Crazy with fury. I was going to ask more, but she left without another word.

            She left me sitting there. Rosalie probably went to her room to prepare for her revenge. I groaned and went to my room. When I was in my room, I suddenly felt calmer. I looked out the window to see someone.

            “Really Jasper? Messing with my emotions,” I called out. He laughed and disappeared. A few minutes later he was up the stairs and walking into my room.

            “Climbing through windows is really Edward’s thing, you know.” He joked.

            “Yeah, windows are so overrated. Anyway, what’s up?” I sat down on my bed and felt it dip when he sat beside me.

            “I need to talk to you about my plan. I thought someone was trying to break the trust in our family and I thought it was the Volturi, but I was wrong. If it were the Volturi, they would just use Chelsea,” he explained.

            “But Chelsea's-” I stopped myself. He didn’t know that Chelsea was dead and I had no explanation. He looked at me with distrust but quickly stopped. I looked at him boldly.

            “Anyway,” he continued. “I was wrong. Someone isn’t trying to break our trust. They’re trying to make us destroy ourselves. I just need to convince the others and stop the person.” He looked at me.

            I refused to say anything. He was right and I would be dead if he found out. “I guess I’ll just leave,” he muttered getting up. His weight off the bed made me lose my balance. “Thanks for being someone I could talk to.”

            I strained a smile as he left. My eyes must’ve looked worried even though I was smiling because he gave me a wary glance. What am I supposed to do now? I thought. Why did I have to do this again?

            I slouched in my seat and looked up. When I heard my door open and a scream enter, I narrowed my eyes. “Arianna, what in God’s name do you want?” I asked nastily. Her scream was giving me a headache.

            “I just got a date!” She danced around while she squealed. Big whoop, Edward asked you out. That’s what boyfriends are supposed to do right? I mocked her stupidity.

            “So what? Isn’t Edward supposed to take you out? He is your boyfriend after all,” I answered slowly, to annoy her. “And why are you telling me this? I’m not even your friend.”

            “Not with Edward,” her eyes hardened. “With Derek,” she whispered. A surge of jealousy ran through me. Why are you jealous? I thought to myself. Derek wasn’t even my boyfriend. But you want him to be...

            Everything about Derek was cool. He didn’t belong with Arianna. He belonged with me. What, what? I yelled. Derek would never see me other than a friend. He probably had a crush with one of the female Night Shadowers.

            Arianna speaking suddenly reminded that she was still here.

            “And I’m here to tell you that you better not tell anyone. Even if you tell Edward, he won’t believe you,” she smirked like she already won.

            “Why didn’t you just keep it from me? Then I wouldn’t even know and I can’t even tell Edward,” I asked, stumping her. She looked at me with hatred. She didn’t bother answering as she left.

            This is not going to be a good night. Well, at least Arianna can trust me to tell Edward, I thought before going to read a book.

How stupid is Arianna? She's supposed to be like that, but I feel like she's kind of stereotypical. I'm probably going to change that in the original version..

 

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