17A/N: GAAAAH... I shouldn't be writing this since I'm not done with Masquerade of Innocence and Vampire Rose Academy yet.
But I can't help it! I was listening to Britney's 'Shattered Glass' and thought up of this story. So yes, the credit for my inspiration goes to the song 'shattered glass' so in case you guys found any similarity, there! i've put up the disclaimer!
Hopefully, this will be short and I'll complete it... Yikes!
And if you DO find this plot cliché, i'm damn well sorry. But I'm writing this just to satisfy my own muses even if they ARE cliché.
I don't know how to rate this but I'll put it as 'T'. Tell me if it's supposed to be in 'M' and i'll shift it.
Chapter 1
Ever wondered how could it rain while the sun was shining so damn brightly in the sky?
Our body was drenched and I looked him in the eyes. I hate to cry and a part of me felt relieved that he couldn't see that it was really tears rolling down my face and not the rain. How dare he throw me away just for her? What does she have that I don't? Can't he see she's not even half of what I am?
I closed my eyes, tearing our eyes away and held my head low, stepping back deeper into the shadows of the forest. I tightened my cloak about me as if it were to somehow able to protect myself from him. He took a step forward and I screamed at him to stop.
"I'm sorry…," he whispered.
How cliché does that sound? Those two useless words… I don't understand why he said that when we both know that he's not. He's probably happy to get rid of me. Now he doesn't have to fear for his life and live on as a normal human or go back as a Hunter.
I shook my head. "Don't say sorry when you're not."
"Vic, please…" he started to plead.
My eyes snapped back opened and I glared at him. What is he pleading for? Is he pleading for me to understand why he did this or is he pleading me to spare his life and this new bitch of his? I bared my fangs at him and I saw the determination in his eyes.
"After everything we've been through, now you're leaving me. Everything that I've suffered through because of you is finally put to waste." I whispered through gritted teeth. How much have I suffered to protect ourselves from the others who were hunting for our head because we committed the taboo? I killed so many of my own kind just so I could be with him and now this shit happened.
The sound of the rain spattering onto the leaves of the trees… the sound of the dripping rain from the tips of the leaves to the puddles of muddy water at our feet… they were all so clear in the cold dead silence wrapping us up.
For the last time, I stared into his misty grey eyes that I loved so much. His face was distorted in uncertainty and regret. I waited for his reply, hoping that he would say that everything we had gone through was not a waste and convince me that although things are over between us like shattered glass, our past together was a memorable one and something wonderful that would be engraved in his heart forever.
Nothing. All I got was I sigh and he turned around and walked almost too quickly. In the distance, I shouted to him at the top of my voice over the sound of the falling rain, "Are you afraid of me!?"
He stopped mid-track.
If he still loved me, if I still hold a place in his heart he would always say 'No' and when I asked him why, he would say, 'Cause I know you love me as much as I love you.'
He turned around and whispered almost inaudibly, "Yes, I am. But not for my life. I'm warning you, Vic, keep your hands off those I love or I'll return back into being a Hunter and hunt you down."
When glass shatters, you can't piece them back together again. I knew it right then that he really did not love me any longer. I crumbled onto the soiled ground and started clawing at the earth in fury and madness. I screamed and shouted his name and swore that I will have my revenge.
On that very day, I walked back to my deteriorating cottage in the middle of the forest and took out a piece of black paper. I cut my wrist and collected by blood in a small cup. From the drawer, I took out a brush and I dipped the tip of it in my blood. Carefully and swiftly, I wrote a promise to myself on the black paper in the vampiric language.
'He will call my name in anger and regret when he wakes. He will see my face when he sleeps. He will have no peace so long as we're both alive. I will take what he loves and I will give him what he hates. Let this promise be sealed with my blood and forever be remembered.'
I burned the paper with the flame of a purple candle and watched it burn with sparks…
No one messes with my heart like that. I'm not some trash of a vampire to be played around by an ex-hunter. What's so good about that human anyway? Aren't I – a vampire – far more superior than a mere weakling of a human is?
I'll make him pay… I swear I will… I'll make sure my face, name and voice will be engraved in his heart forever…
Wait for me, Xavier… I'm coming…