A Shade of Vampire (18 page)

“Is that
the
wooden stake? The same one you kept from all those years of being a shadow hunter?”

Lucas showed no fear. I knew that he knew me well enough to know how important family was to me, but he grossly underestimated how important Sofia had become to me. After all that time I spent weighing who mattered more to me
–
my brother or Sofia, at that moment, the choice was crystal clear: I had every intention of stabbing that stake through his heart
–
if only to protect the woman I loved.

I caught my own thoughts. I tensed at the realization.
The woman I loved. That
’
s how I saw Sofia.
Now that Lucas had tasted her blood, he would always be after her, though I was certain that he
’
d been after her since the night of the attack. I had no doubt in my mind that it was him who hurt Sofia and killed Gwen. I hated that I was too much of a coward to face him.
This
was my fault.

I raised the stake and targeted my brother
’
s heart.

The smirk on his face disappeared when he realized I had every intention of killing him. He had simply gone too far. He actually cowered in fear when I made the motion to stab him. Relief washed over his face when someone stood to his defense.

“Derek, no…”

At first, I thought it was Vivienne, but it wasn
’
t. I would know Sofia
’
s soft voice anytime I heard it.

“You
’
re not safe from him,” I hissed through gritted teeth.

“I never was.” She panted.

I could tell from the way she spoke that she was conflicted, most likely debating against her own reasons for keeping me from driving that stake into Lucas
’
heart.

“Then why should he live?! He has to die!”

Sofia
’
s answer reminded me why I adored her so much.

“If you kill your own brother, Derek, you might never be able to forgive me. Or worse than that, you might never be able to forgive yourself.”

She knew me
–
all sides of me
–
but she never treated me like a creature of the dark. When she looked at me, it felt as if she still saw someone capable of light.

I dropped the stake and loosened my hold on my brother. He lost no time in taking advantage of what he most likely perceived as a momentary lapse of sanity and rushed out of the room.
He hasn
’
t changed at all.
Lucas was a coward and a bully. He never did stand up to those who were more powerful than him, but he found enjoyment in preying on the weak.

That was why I was certain that as long as she was at the Blood Shade, Sofia would never be safe.

Lucas would stalk her and hunt her like he would an animal. He wouldn
’
t relent until he
’
d had his fill of her. Unless I killed him.

I flinched when I felt her soft hand brush up my arm. I turned around and forced myself to look at her. She tossed the pieces left of her night shift over herself to try and cover up her bare upper torso. I ripped off my shirt immediately and pulled it over her head. I once again made a cut on my palm and made her drink my blood. It was at that moment that I realized that her friend was already awake, watching us
–
specifically
me
–
with untrusting eyes.

I ignored him, and waited for Sofia
’
s wounds to heal, my eyes fixed particularly on Lucas
’
bite marks on her neck. “I
’
m so sorry, Sofia. I failed you again.”

She looked so pale and weak from the attack, as she shook her head. “No, Derek. You
saved
me… again.”

“Sofia…did he rape you?” I couldn
’
t look into her eyes when I asked the dreaded question.

The question obviously broke her heart and I hated that I had to ask it. She shook her head.

“No. He didn
’
t,” she assured me.

However, I could tell somehow that he had done everything but. It sickened me that I could be related to such a monster.

“You have to go, Sofia.”

At first, there was shock in her eyes, then there was just confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I
’
ll let you leave the Blood Shade.”
I
’
ll let you leave me
was actually what I wanted to say.

I wanted her to tell me that she
’
d rather stay, that she trusted me enough to protect her. She didn
’
t. It crushed me when what she did instead was embrace me and say, “
Thank you
.”

I wanted to take the girls with me and insisted on it. Derek wouldn
’
t hear of it. In fact, he simply ignored me. He wouldn
’
t even look at me. But he looked at Ben and said, “Protect her.”

Ben just looked at him incredulously as if to say that he didn
’
t need to be told to do that. It was easy to see that Ben didn
’
t really like Derek and saw no reason to be grateful for what he was doing.

I saw differently. I knew how much Derek was risking by helping us escape. He was severely compromising the safety of everyone at the Shade by letting us go. He was giving his kind a reason to question his rule. I feared for him
–
so much so that I found myself debating if I even wanted to leave.

What he told Ben next tore me apart inside.

“Make sure she gets home safe.”

Home
. I told him that he
’
d begun to feel like home, and at that moment, I knew I was lying to myself if I was trying to convince myself that by leaving the Blood Shade, I
’
d be going back home. At that point, I wasn
’
t sure where home was anymore, but it didn
’
t change the fact that both mine and Ben
’
s lives were in severe danger by staying there. Mine because of Lucas
’
determination to have me. Ben
’
s because of his connection to me…and Claudia.

So, the escape went on as planned.

It became apparent that Derek knew the Blood Shade quite well. He knew where to go and what to do in order to remain hidden. Considering how Corrine had already told him about my LLI, that too was a risk. He knew that I would remember every single detail of my escape. It meant that should I ever return to the Blood Shade, I would be well acquainted with the road to escape, even in the dark. With every step I took nearer to the port where Derek already secured a ride for us that would return us to the beach from where we were first stolen, I realized how much I didn
’
t want to go. Not because I suddenly found a special spot in my heart for the Blood Shade, but because I didn
’
t want to be anywhere where he wasn
’
t.

I hated that he wouldn
’
t even look at me. When the port came into sight, I
’
d had enough. Ben was holding my hand and Derek was trailing behind us, making sure no one was following. I stopped walking, hoping that Derek would bump into me. He didn
’
t. As always, he was aware of my every move.

Ben pulled on my hand. His face fell when I wriggled my hand away from his grasp. “I need to talk to Derek,” was all the explanation that I gave him.

Ben didn
’
t look happy about it, but he nodded, giving Derek a glare before moving forward
–
a safe distance away from us.

I turned around to face Derek. I wanted him to look at me. He looked away. “Don
’
t be this way, Derek.”

“What way?”

“Distant.”

“Why not? That
’
s what you
’
ll be once you leave the Shade.”

It was the first time I realized that once I left, it was goodbye forever. It wasn
’
t like I could just go online and video chat with him.

“That
’
s exactly why I can
’
t bear this, Derek.” I held back a sob. “We
’
ve been through too much… I
’
d like to think that we
’
d grown to mean a lot to each other.”

This was such an understatement. And I hated how I sounded so formal. At that moment, it felt like he meant
everything
to me and with all my heart, I wished that he felt the same. I tried hard to hold back the tears as I continued my attempt to speak out loud what was eating me away inside.

“To part this way… barely even talking, barely even looking at each other… I don
’
t know how to handle it. I can
’
t bear it.”

I choked before I could say the words that I knew would forever haunt me.
I love you too much to leave everything hanging like this.

My spine tingled when he reached for me, his fingers caressing my cheek and brushing through my hair. Before I could even make sense of what was happening, his lips pressed against mine
–
hungry, passionate, demanding. His tongue pushed between my lips
–
claiming, exploring, tasting. I found myself tensing against his touch, then easing into it. I wanted it. I was just as hungry as he was, just as passionate. It shook me to realize how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him. Every second that kiss lasted was another second meant for the truth to sink in.

I
’
ve already stopped even thinking or dreaming of a life that didn
’
t have Derek Novak in it.

When our lips parted, I found myself gasping for breath, but desperate for more.

He held me tight.

I sensed his need, his desire for me to stay when he whispered into my ear:

“You don
’
t want to leave.”

At that, I broke down into tears. He was right. Whether I liked it or not, home had become wherever Derek Novak was.

I was jolted from my sleep, knowing fully well what had just occurred the moment their lips touched. I grabbed the sheets of my bed as chills ran throughout my body. I saw glimpses of it in a vision. Derek and his beloved Sofia sharing that kiss… It was that kiss that set our destiny in stone. The game had just begun. My mind
’
s eye began to fill with flood upon flood of conflicting premonitions of what was to come. All of it confusing. Every single one disturbing.

Neither Derek nor Sofia had any clue of what they had up against them. Truth be told, neither did I.

I sensed the dread of what was to come forming deep within me. I sensed Lucas
’
resentment and my father
’
s conflict over his love for Derek and his love for power. I sensed the growing strength of the shadow hunters. But more than anything, I sensed the intensity of emotion Derek held for Sofia.

My brother had unknowingly chosen his mate. All that was left now was for her to prove herself worthy of such a place. I
’
d never felt more unsure of what the future held than I did then, but there was one thing I knew for certain:

Blood would be shed
.

To be continued…

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I
’
ve been telling stories ever since I could walk. Instead of having my parents read me bed-time stories, I would prefer to share with them my own made up tales.