Veronica, the girl who had her brother's life spared in exchange for her own to be taken, was a vampire living on the outskirts of London with her boyfriend, Edward (also a vampire). When she meets a dark stranger (Peter), she soon begins to slowly fall madly in love with him. But little did she know, both Edward and Peter's clans were sworn enemies since the early 1600s. She will find herself torn between the man she loves and the family she has fought with. Will she continue to fight with the man she once loved, or will she face the consequences?

*An Original story


7. Battlefield

Veronica was thrown to the floor as the door slammed behind her. She was too late as she pounded on the door. “Edward, come kill me you coward!” She cried out. Frustrated, she gave up and sat against the wall, letting out a sigh. Why would Edward have any reason to lock her up? Why couldn’t he face her? Maybe he was afraid to fight a girl he cared about. She scoffed, slightly shaking her head. There was no way that Edward cared about her. Hours passed by and she was getting more hungry by the minute. Her throat burned for the taste of blood and she fought against it many times. She got up once more and banged on the door, calling for someone to let her out. She heard the door being unlocked and stepped back.

Russell grabbed her by the arm and threw her over his shoulder. “I will not be carried and thrown around like a rag doll. Put me down.” she demanded, but of course, she was too weak to do anything. Russell carried her down the hallway into a larger room where Edward sat. She knew that they weren’t at the castle anymore and Edward acquired his own home in America. Russell set her down and left the room as Veronica dusted herself off. “You must be thirsty.” Edward said, snapping his fingers as woman was brought out. Veronica looked at the poor woman, taking her wrist. Her eyes told the woman that it would only hurt for just a moment. Without a word, Veronica bit into the woman’s arm and drank the blood.

Once she was satisfied, she let go and the woman was taken away. “Why did you lock me up? Why didn’t you kill me?” Veronica questioned Edward who only smirked as he stood up from his seat, walking around the desk. He placed a gentle hand on her face, caressing her cheek. His hands were rough to the touch, but Veronica didn’t move. A smirk spread across his face and he dropped his hand. Veronica’s eyes followed Edward was he walked to the window. “My plan is to kill you so that your precious Peter could suffer the pain I have gone through when the woman I loved was taken from me.” Veronica was confused.

Edward turned around facing her and smiled, “Confused? Yes, I’m aware of that. You asked about what had happened to her and I will tell you. It was the year when I massacred the town that you once called home. Catherine and I were...”

1830 - Before the massacre

“Darling, we can finally be together.” Catherine smiled, holding Edward’s hands as they roamed the streets together. Edward and Catherine were staying in a town outside of London. A town that had a castle that Edward now called home. “Yes and together we will be unstoppable.” Edward smiled. Both Catherine and Edward had shared their love of killing people. Edward had never been in love with a woman before Catherine. She completed him in a way no one could understand. Many of the townspeople were suspicious of the whereabouts, but of course, the two of them happily killed anyone who had gotten in their way.

A man had approached Catherine when she was alone. Edward hadn’t gone too far and was talking to some of the people. “I know you.” The man eyed her. Catherine could recognize the man’s voice and innocently, began to run away. The man grabbed a hold on her, gripping her arm. A smile spread across his face and Catherine had no choice but to surrender. Yet, she didn’t surrender. She fought the man, but before she could do anything else, she wasn’t aware of the wooden stake that was pierced through her heart.

The man had disappeared before Edward saw who it was. Edward cried out when he saw Catherine’s limp body on the ground. Before he pulled out the stake, it was too late to even save her. He knew it was too late. Edward was furious, dropping Catherine’s body. He was outraged and began to attack everyone in the town. Those who ran from him in terror stood no chance and those who tried to fight him had lost.


“Then I met you. When you stood before me that night of the massacre, I saw her in your eyes but you denied me. You had fallen for someone else and so I will take him away from you in order for you to understand the pain I have gone through.” Edward said. “That is my plan.” Veronica couldn’t believe what she had just heard. She felt sorry for Edward even though she hardly knew anything about Catherine. “I’m sure you’ve heard of Nora.” he added. Veronica nodded as Edward stared out the window once more. The doors opened behind Veronica and a smile spread across his face. “Welcome Peter.” Edward said as he turned around.

. . .

Early that day...

The next morning Jeremy had awoken and walked to his sister’s bedroom, knocking on the door. When no answer came to the door, he figured that something was wrong. He turned the doorknob, entering the room to see that the bed was empty and the window was open. He called for Peter, telling him that he found Veronica’s bed empty. Peter knew exactly who had taken her. “Stay here.” he told Jeremy before leaving the house. Peter had rounded up his clan and instructed them on what was about to happen. He knew about the war that was going to happened. He wasn’t going to Edward’s house unarmed without anyone to back him up. His clan was ready to fight with him and if they die in the process, it would be worth it in the end, hopefully.

The scent that was left was still fresh and he was able to follow the scent to a large house. A few of Edward’s men tried to stop Peter from entering, but Peter didn’t hesitate to decapitate their heads. Peter knew that Veronica was inside the house. He had to save her, or otherwise it’d be too late. He stormed in, following Veronica’s scent and burst through the doors. “Welcome Peter.” Edward turned around to face him. “How nice of you to join us. Russell, Finn, take Veronica way. I want to have a moment alone with Peter.” Russell and Finn entered the room, grabbing Veronica by her arms. “No! Let me go! Peter!” She cried out with the tears streaming down her face but of course, he was too late as the doors closed behind them. “Don’t worry. She’ll still be alive, unfortunately for you, you don’t have much time left.” Edward said, pulling out a stake.

Peter recognized the stake. It was the same stake that he had seen Nora with when she died before he could even get to her. “It was you who killed her.” Peter said through gritted teeth. Edward lightly tapped the stake against his palm and shrugged. “I guess you’d call it revenge back then, now I guess you could call this… war.” Edward lunged at Peter who stopped him. They flew through an open window and both got to their feet. Edward’s men appeared behind Edward. “I came prepared.” he smirked.

“As did I.” Peter said as another group formed behind him. “So drop the stake Edward and fight me like a man.” Edward tossed the stake to the side and led the attack on Peter. As the fight drew on Veronica was locked away in a bedroom. She turned the knob, breaking the lock and opened the door. She quickly went into the large room to see the window had been broken. She jumped out, landing gracefully on the ground.

Where had Edward taken Peter? There was no sign of them anywhere and soon she smelt the scent of blood. It was coming from eastern direction. She followed the scent deep into the forest. Time seemed to be running out and she began panicking. Her heart was beating rapidly against her chest. What if Peter had been killed by Edward? What if they were both dead? Sure, it wouldn't really matter to her if Edward was dead, but he was the person who changed her. She felt that she owed everything to him, including her life.

​As soon as she entered the forest, the sun was setting. Where had the time gone? She picked up more speed and the scent of blood became more potent. She reached the top of a hill that over looked the river and a sight had fallen before her. Hundreds of vampires were killing each other, ripping hearts of chests, and blood splattering everywhere. She searched frantically for Edward and Peter. She couldn't move from her spot. She was frozen with fear. She was afraid to get in the middle of the battle, but she was the reason for the war.

She ran down the hill, but it was too steep. By the time she reached the battlefield, the bodies had fallen and not a single one was moving. She continued to push through with the search and looked through the dead bodies that were covered in blood. She recognized Russell and Finn who died in the cross fire. There were many others who lay before her that she didn't know, but they weren't of any importance to her. "Peter!" she called out. She waited to hear his voice, but no response came. "Peter!" she called again.

Her voice echoed through the forest as she continued to walk through the piles of dead bodies. Finally she came across a body, whom she tripped over. Peter lay on the ground before her as she knelt down beside him and she willed herself to not cry. "Peter…" She reached out, gently caressing his face. Peter was about to speak and she placed a finger on his lips. She saw that he was badly hurt and figured that he was more or less dead. "I am so sorry. This is all my fault. I should've never dragged you into this."

Peter closed his eyes, slowly shaking his head. "Not… your… fault." He breathed as her tears fell upon his chest. "Don't die." she whispered. A few meters away, Edward slowly stood up and Veronica noticed that he too was hurt as well. "Well, I guess it's safe to say who has won." he smirked, calling out to Veronica. Peter had regained some of his strength, but he didn't have enough to stand up and fight. Veronica stood up and called back, "This isn't over Edward and we both know it."

"You're fighting against me?"

"I am not going to let you win. I'm not a coward unlike you." Veronica walked up to him, facing and looking him in the eyes. "I have a reason to fight for and that is my family. From the day I met you, you were nothing but a cold hearted man. I've been through all the torture you have put me through and for once, just when I could be free from your grasp, you'd pull me back after hearing that I was in love with someone else. You never showed me any respect. You've given me nothing while I have given you everything. I'm not going to kill you. You are going to continue to suffer the pain of losing the person you cared for, watching her be with someone else. That… is my revenge."

Without a moment to waste, Veronica helped Peter to his feet and walked away. She turned her head to see that Edward was watching them leave. For now, the battle was over and the two of them could finally rest. Slowly, Veronica and Peter made their way back home. "Jeremy, give me your arm." she said as they entered through the door. Jeremy without any hesitation, held out his arm once Peter laid down on the couch. Veronica bit her brother's arm, holding it close to Peter's mouth who began to drink the blood until he was satiated.

Veronica wrapped a cloth tightly around Jeremy's arm to stop the bleeding. She knelt down beside Peter, gently stroking his hair. Peter looked up at her with his bright green eyes and mustered the only words he could say. "Thank you." He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Veronica smiled and kissed his forehead as Victoria came over with a blanket to put on Peter's body. For now the war between the clans were over and the two of them could have the peace they longed for. For now, they didn't have to worry about Edward. For now, they could rest.

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