It's Hard To Say 'I Do' When I Don't- Chapter Eleven

Rodrigo H***** is a disturbed bastard. What kind of fucked up person tells someone who says they sometimes want to die that they should kill themselves? You know, if I was totally pissed off, I would not only post his email address here, but also his myspace, his home and cell phone numbers, and his home address! He better watch his fucking back, because when school starts, he will learn what comes from a woman (or a psychotic teenage girl) scorned...

Chapter Eleven

“Peter panda, wake up!”

Pete groaned softly, pulling a pillow over his head. They had just arrived in Albania late last night and he already hated it. Whether it was because of the overwhelming vampire presence or some unknown cause, the lure of blood was practically irresistible. He had tried drinking more of his blend, but it wasn’t helping. He looked up and saw Andy glancing at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Pete shuddered, digging his nails into his arms.

“I-I have to get out of here,” he stammered, throwing off the sheets and heading for the door to the inn they were staying at.

“Wait!” Patrick exclaimed, jumping over the couch.

He shoved a glass of red liquid into Pete’s hand. Pete sniffed it tentatively.

“What is it?”

“Just drink it!” Patrick snapped. Pete quickly gulped it down and felt his stomach pains subsiding.

“Now will you tell me what I just drank?” he asked.

“Cow blood.”

Andy turned a strange shade of green and ran out of the room. Patrick rolled his eyes.

“It’s just a temporary solution for now. How do you feel?” he asked.

Pete waited until his shaking subsided.

“I think it worked.”

He collapsed into Patrick’s arms.

“I hate this, ‘Trick!” he cried. “Why did it have to be me? I just want Beckett to die!”

Patrick clutched his best friend tightly.

“I don’t know why he picked you, Pete. But I know this. I am going to find a cure if it’s the last thing I do!”

X * X

Joe ran confidently through the forest, enjoying his monthly transformation. Up in the sky, the full moon shone above the tree tops. Nothing felt better than running wild. In fact, it was better than pot. This was a new high.

A fierce snarl erupted from the bushes in front of him and another wolf pounced on top of him. It had shaggy dark fur and grey green eyes.

I know who you are and why you’re here, it thought. But you can’t beat him. Go home while you still can.

You work for Beckett!

Maybe, maybe not. But right now I’m just the messenger.

The other wolf climbed off him and began to walk away.

Wait! Where are they?

It paused and seemed to think for a moment.

There’s a castle on the other side of the forest near the mountains. But he has a new group of followers. It’s best if you just leave.

The wolf bounded into the shadows and disappeared. Joe got up and hesitated. Should he follow the other werewolf, or go tell the others what he had learned? He made his decision and ran into the night.

X * X

Ryland descended into the dungeon. He knew what he had done was both stupid and wrong, but he couldn’t help it. They deserved at least a warning. He walked through the hallway of cells, ignoring the prisoners’ cries.

“Saving her will not redeem you! You are all damned to hell!” one girl screamed. He vaguely remembered that she had been a devout Christian when William brought her here, and when he turned her she went insane.

“Shut up, Lacey,” he told her. “Going to hell with William is better than being in heaven with you.”

Satisfied by her silence, he continued until he found Helena’s cell. Trace had done his job well, judging by the number of cuts and bruises covering her lithe figure. She watched him come in with mournful eyes.

“Hey,” she said weakly.

“Hey yourself,” he replied. “I saw your friend Joe today. The others must have come with him to save you.”

“Great,” she scoffed. “So they can be killed or worse too.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little negative?” he asked. “They haven’t even tried yet.”

“You don’t understand!” she yelled. “I might be . . . I might be . . .”

“Pregnant?” he finished.

“Yes,” she said in a choked sob. “Now please just go.”

Reluctantly he left as she continued to bleed and cry on the stone floor.

X * X

William watched the footage from the security camera in Helena’s cell, torn. He knew he needed to stop before he accidentally killed her. But he couldn’t afford to lose her. So he sat in his study and watched, imagining her blood dripping from his hands to the ivory carpet.

“Master Beckett?”

He turned his chair around.

“Yes, Ryland?”

“The hunters are here.”

“Excellent. Tell Gabe I will be downstairs shortly.”

“Yes, Master Beckett."

EDIT: Anyone who is planning on spamming Rodrigo's myspace, please don't. He has his own issues, and it was wrong of me to even put it up here even for one day. Yes, he was rude, but I was rude to him too.