Lost

The Monster within

Chapter 11:

When I woke in the morning, Vera wasn't next to me. I could smell food coming

from outside the door but I didn't want to go outside and face her. Last night

had been too embarrassing, I sighed, flopping back onto the large white pillow,

pulling the thick brown blanket up over my head. I still couldn't believe I told

her about the stupid tingles. My face flushed bright red as I remembered last

night's conversation. My stomach growled just as I heard a knock on the door, I

looked over to see the large white door open slightly and Vera slipping in carrying

a large tray full of food. She had a large smile on her face and I eyed her

suspiciously.

"Thought you might be hungry," she said, before putting the tray down on my

lap. I would have been angry if it wasn't for the fact that I was hungry.

I tried to remember the last time I ate, while digging into the large plate of

bacon, eggs and toast. Once I had finished, I got out of bed, picking up the

tray and taking it to the kitchen. The room was large and open planned, an island

bench was located in the middle of the room with benches around the outside. I walked over to the sink and washed the plates, searching for the right cupboards to put them

in. Once i'd finished putting everything away I sighed and leant against the bench. I knew

Vera was there, watching me with those green eyes of hers."Do all warriors have the star scar?" I asked, the question had been bugging me all night. I didn't understand anything about being a perfect, or what scars meant. To me it seemed cruel that people got something burned onto their skin at birth. I looked up at her face, taking in the perfection I had never really observed. Her hair had grown slightly; it now just brushed her shoulders at the back. Her hair was a oak brown, which really brought out the green of her eyes. As she walked over to stand next to me, I realised how tall she was. I was short, maybe five foot three, I guess it also proved I wasn't related to my parents, they were tall people.

"No," she said, shaking her head. This confused me even more; I thought people born as warriors had a star."But you said people with stars were born to be warriors?" I questioned her,turning my head to stare out the kitchen window."They aren't born with it, they are given it. A classic warrior scar has seven spikes in it, ours has six." "So does that mean, the hybrid/vampire warriors have a six pointed scar?" I asked, looking down at my wrist. I didn't want to be different, I wanted to be normal,whatever that meant.

"No, hybrid/vampires have the same scar as warriors" she replied, looking away from my face.

"Then why do you have the same scar as me?" I asked confused. If she was a

vampire warrior, why did her scar only have six points instead of seven?"It doesn't matter," she said, walking off. I grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. She turned back around almost standing on me.

"It matters to me." I said, looking up into her green eyes, pleading with mine. I looked down; red ran its way across my cheeks as I hid behind my black curls.

"It's because.." she trailed off, "it really doesn't matter." I looked up at her, starting to get pissed off.

"Vera, it matters to me, so please tell me." I said sternly, curiosity and confusion blazed through my head. Why would she have the same scar as me if she was made a vampire, she was different to me. I heard her sigh and felt her lead me into another room. I was so preoccupied I wasn't even registering where we were going. When I came back from my thoughts, we had almost reached a couch where I assumed she was leading me. We were in a room I hadn't seen before. The large cream walls held old looking portraits, the fireplace in the middle of the left wall was blazing and the couches around it looked warm and soft. When we reached the couch, she sat down, pulling me down with her. I flopped down, sitting so close to her our shoulders touched.