The Mark of Three (Previously 'Marked by Three')

Chapter 32

Ok it might not flow so well but i was stuck so i wrote randomly :D it might be a bit longer then the other chapters, it was on word anyway.

Enjoy :D

<3 Sabrina :)

*Chapter 32*

-Violets Pov-

The sound of my six inch, leather boots clicking against the cold, cement floor of the ally way, was the only sound that echoed off the walls in the middle of the night.

It was a quick kill, which I had mastered long ago how to have it to perfection, right up to the last detail. I didn't know if the human was innocent or not, I couldn't be bothered to read him. Why I kill humans? Even the innocent ones? Well I do it out of pain. I try to get rid of at least some it. Try passing my pain to my victims. But it does nothing, at the end of the day the pain is still the same, maybe even worse.

Their pain, the pain the humans feel when I murder them, no matter how gruesomely I do it, is nothing compared to what I feel every day. Every day, for the past seven years.

If I were still mortal or even just a normal angel, vampire or werewolf, this pain would be unbearable to the death. But right now I see being a royal angel and "The Chosen One" a curse. Because being that, I'm unstoppable, nothing can kill me, not even myself. If I were a normal immortal, then either the pain of losing my soul mate would slowly kill me or even I'd be able to put myself out of my misery, but no, even that can't happen. I'm stuck in this pain until I find Blane or I'm like this forever, by myself. Because at this rate, with the amount of humans I kill, I'd have them wiped out completely in another two decades or so. So not even the humans would be the slightest bit of company to me. I had to find him. I don't want to spend the next decade or two with humans even if their numbers were dropping fast.

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As wind whipped at my hair, I could slowly feel the sun rising. You could say I was floating in the air, but really I was only controlling the wind to keep me up, thousands of feet above a large sleeping city that was slowly waking up as I floated above them, with my legs crossed so it seemed I was sitting Indian style. My eyes were closed but I still saw everything around me, even better when my eyes were open. My face started to warm the slightest as the raise of the sun hit me. When I see with my eyes closed, I could acutely see the sun, I could look directly into it without being blinded. If I were mortal and saw the sight of the sun like how I see it now, I'd find it breath taking, I'd even if Blane was still with me, but now it's just another thing I see in my life, not important, with no meaning to me. The only feeling I really feel to the sun, is jealousy. It's warm, where I'm cold. The sun is waited every day by thousands of souls, where with me, I have none of that, I have to find it first.

This city has been of no use to me. Like many others. It couldn't take my pain away and Blane wasn't there, hidden away from me. This city didn't even provide me with any answers let alone clues, of where Blane was.

And with the image in my head, I let it come real. The warmth of the sun wasn't the only thing now. Beneath me, the warmth of the flames , roared to life. I could hear the many screams from thousands of mortals as they burnt alive. No one in the city would be able to get out, their whole city was burning down fast and no one would be quicker enough to escape their city that was falling to ashes.

I felt nothing. Nothing as I watched the city beneath me go up in flames. I felt nothing as I heard the thousands of screams of mortals, as they burnt to their deaths. No guilt. No pity. No sadness. I didn't even flinch. I didn't even blink. Hate me. Hate me for what I'm doing. I just don't care. I won't until I find Blane.

Not long after I got bored. Bored of the sounds of pain. Pain that was nothing compared to mine. The sky around me was no longer a pinkie orangey colour of the rising sun. It was now a grey colour. A colour that I felt like now. Dull, with no brightness to it. I now preferred it over the bright, happy colours of the rising sun, I once did, which seemed so long ago.