Broken

Chapt. 17 (Brittany's POV)

          I pulled a chair across the room to sit next to Ame, before I fixed my red curls. I couldn’t believe what I had done, this was my fault, I shouldn’t have used my affinity on her, I should have waited until I knew what had happened. My eyes searched over her for any sign of movement even if I knew I’d get none. I thought back to how tired I felt; understanding why I felt like this, I got up and walked to the door. Fledglings don’t need blood, but vampyres do, and all though I still went to school I was no longer a regular fledging or a fledgling at all.

                I shifted my weight from foot to foot, walking through the hallway. Professor Blake glared at me as I passed the room he was in. He didn’t really like me, I had always been a bit of a handful when I came to the hospital wing, and even with his affinity for medicine it tended to take me a long time to heal, since I hurt myself trying to get out of this place; Hospitals completely not my thing.

                “Just grabbing some blood, I won’t due Amelia any good if a die again in the meantime.” I yelled to the teacher; then I kept walking. When I heard footsteps following me, I figured the doctor had just followed me to talk to me--or maybe yell, he didn’t want me here anymore then I wanted to be, I hated hospitals but Amy needed me. It was my fault she was here and nothing on this god damn fore-saken earth would make me leave her tonight. “Listen,” I grumbled turning around to face him, I was startled when it was my boyfriend instead.

                Logan took my hand and placed a kiss on my lips, sending shivers of want into my body, as he lightly pushed me against the wall. “Logan.” I moaned as he continued the kiss, shoving him off a little as I continued, “We can’t do this, not today, not here.” The boy gave a small nod as he broke the kiss.

                “I’m sorry Brittany.” He mumbled, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair.

                “Sorry for what?” I asked him taking his cheek in my hand.

                “For everything with Diana, for letting her be the reason you died…” I looked in his brown eyes as he spoke; my breath knocked out of my body.

                “It’s fine, it wasn’t your fault.” I said, before giving him a light peck on the lips and continuing my journey to the blood. “Why are you here anyways?” I wondered, grabbing a bag of human blood from the fridge, I really didn’t want Logan to see me drink the red liquid, in case he was disgusted by it, so I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge too. It wasn’t like vampyres could get drunk anyways. I poured it half and half into a cup---keeping the bag for later since it wasn’t empty yet--while I waited for his answer.

                “I wanted to see you darling.” He romantically whispered. I took a sip of the liquid letting it soothe the thirst and awaken the teenage vampyre girl in me. I shut my eyes taking a deep breath, knowing that making out with him would be entirely inappropriate.

                “Oh really,” I giggled taking a step closer to him, then continued, “You are a horrible liar. “ I walked to his side, “So why are you really here?” My hands looped around his neck.

                He paused for a moment before finally answering, “He felt bad, and wanted to come see her.” I looked up into his face; he flinched as my gaze hardened.

                “Who?” I gulped down the rest of the wine/blood mixture, already knowing his answer. He said nothing and I booked it down the hall. I walked in to Amelia’s room to find Griffen bending over Amy. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” I clenched my fist draining his energy.. I could only do it for a few seconds before my energy died a little—if only I could touch him then I could steal his energy. I released him but continued the glare as he got back up on his knees.