The Creation (Book III)

(8) Past: 2016

(8) Past: 2016

War of the Dead

 

An eerie silence filled the room as everyone was waiting for Matthew to announce his plan. I stood beside Liam, nervously tapping the toe of my black sneakers against the marble flooring. Matthew was pacing around, ignoring the intense stares coming from the three hundred vampires who somehow managed to fit in his mansion. There wasn't even a murmur to be heard.

Almost hastily, Matthew moved past the crowded room and towards me, probably the weakest fighter in the room. He paused right in front of me with everyone staring at his back as his green eyes met mine. "Have you heard from Anna?" he questioned quietly as his hand clenched into a fist a few times nervously.

Reluctantly, I shook my head. "She told you she wasn't fighting in this."

He looked down at the floor, clearly crushed by this. "I was just hoping she'd at least stop by to say..." He looked back up at me. "Are you sure you want to fight in this? She made it clear she would severely damage me if I let you fight."

She wasn't the only one against me joining this fight. Liam, who stood silently beside me, has been trying to convince me to go home to Dallas until everything passes. Even Matthew didn't want me joining this war. But I refused to let everyone fight without me. I don't even know why I wanted to join this war. Maybe it's because I've never been a part of something so dangerous and huge before. May be it's because I have a death wish. I just wanted to fight something, anything. I wanted to be reckless.

Matthew glanced down at his hand before turning away and walking towards the stairs. I realized he had looked at his left hand. More specifically, he was looking down at the dark wedding band I've never seen him without. Ever. I would feel sorry for Matthew, I really would. But I'm not. After what he did to Joanna, I couldn't. I also couldn't tell Matthew that Joanna told me she plans to never see her husband again. I also don't plan to tell him that I've had to clean up after Joanna's destruction twice now. The poor girl can't control herself. At all.

"Listen up!" Matthew called, though no one was talking. "We move into Boston at nightfall tomorrow. I believe they'll already have an army set up, but I doubt they'll be prepared. Drink up tonight. You may stay here and we'll try to make room for you. You may also make plans for travel tonight, if you so desire. Tomorrow night, we fight."

Clapping erupted all around, making it echo from the walls. Everyone began scattering either out the door to travel to Boston or around Matthew's house for the day. Matthew gave a final look towards the crowd before sauntering off to his bedroom or library. I moved past them and towards the stairs where I was sharing a room with a few other women. But when I was almost inside, someone grabbed my wrist.

"You shouldn't do this, Lucy," Liam asserted as he pulled me towards the basement door I've only been through a handful of times.

"I want to," I practically growled.

We entered the gym located in the basement and Liam closed the door behind us. No one was down here, and probably won't be. Most of the people upstairs were most likely treating tonight as if it were their last. I doubt my bedroom would even be open for me to stay in. There's no doubt a couple in their right now doing it. Lovely thought.

"You don't have enough experience with fighting. I know Joanna has been showing you some moves, but it's not nearly enough to keep you alive."

I raised a brow at Liam. "Alive? Who cares about that?"

He blinked. "You're purposely going out there to kill yourself? Do you realize how insane that is?"

I took a seat on the weight bench and shrugged my shoulders carelessly. "I'm not going to run out there and throw myself into a stake or anything. But if I die, for good, I can't say it'd be the worst thing ever."