HeartBreak Warfare

Chapter 1

Happy endings are over rated.

Just take my life for example. I'm living the way I have for over two hundred years, I move around before people suspect I'm not aging, and I blend in better than any of my kind. Then I move to one small town in North Carolina. I never expected who I might find there, what I might feel, and when it all would end for me. I didn't know when I took my first step into that mall, when I saw that unknown girl sitting with her friends, that she would be the one I fell in love with. That she would be the one I wanted to spend my life with, the one I wanted to be next to all the time, the one I wanted to kiss and touch until the end of time. The girl I got to know better than myself, and she knew me better as well. The girl I never understood, yet somehow I knew what she would be thinking or how she felt about something. The most beautiful girl that showed me how to live a real life, how to love someone, and how to feel my own humanity in me. The one girl who changed every aspect of my life and made me a new person. The one who changed how I looked at humans when I walked beside them, changed my train of thought when I spoke to them, changed how I acted or felt towards them. This one human girl did all this for me by showing me how to love her. The one girl that I would love for all eternity without even a thought of straying from her. Yes, that girl. Blake Winters.

But that one girl, whom I loved with every fiber of my being, betrayed me.

"Betrayed me." I mumbled to myself, not truly being able to believe it.

Was it all a game to her? Every touch, every smile, every laugh? Was it all lies in her mind. Whenever she told me she loved me, was that a lie too? When she made love to me, lies. It all had to be lies. There was no way that woman could truly love me and put me through this.

And what really was I going through? Lost my mind? Check. Heart broken? Check. Wanting to kill my brother? Check. Yes the pain I'm enduring is all there in those three questions. The torturing pain that just made me want the world to swallow me whole. This is so much worse than thinking that Blake was dead. In that I thought she loved me. But this? This was far too much for me to handle. To know with my mind, heart and soul, that Blake no longer loved me, if she loved mea t all in the first place, shattered me. There was just no other way to explain it other than the feeling of emptiness.

So alone. And I was alone in this little cell. Not just physically either. I had no one. Not my sister, not Christoffles, not Alex, and definitely not my family, though it seems like my mother could c***k at any moment. And in that court room earlier today? I felt like a rat surrounded by hundreds of cats, beady little eyes watching my every movement. And when Blake came in? I felt my heart soar, the only to crash and burn when I realized what side she was on.

Earlier that day…

"Blake?"

My love, my everything. She's alive.

I reached out to touch her as she passed, my heart about to burst through my ribs with pure joy. But she just kept on walking, a sneer on her lips as she looked at my helpless body.

That's when I died twice.

The overwhelming onslaught on pain was too much. I clutched my chest again, feeling that if I slackened my grip, my insides would decorate this entire marble room.

"Blake?" this time it was more of a plea instead of a question.

"Look at him, Darius, the poor boy looks like he's going to cry." Blake's was icy and flat, not full of love like I had once heard her use when she spoke to me.

I furrowed my brow, not understanding.

I felt my face from the inside, trying to see what they were seeing. I did feel hot tears against my lids, but I held them in, not showing any weakness to any of them. But I wanted to cry my heart out again.

"What-I-this-you-Blake? You're not dead?"

She snorted, her voice more musical than it had once been. "No dip, Sherlock." her voice! The way she talked reminded me of before all this, but before I could ask her anything about the past, her face flickered back into that hard shell.

Then I got a good look at her.

She was different. Blake's hair red. It gave her the exact color of fire, and I wondered if it would burst into flames like Hades in Hercules. Her face was more angular, more defined in her cheekbones and nose. As I scanned her skin, I saw that it was beyond flawless. It was almost as if she had been carved out of a tan rock. And by tan I really mean tan. It looked like she had tanned for a few days, and a few spots looked a little burnt. Blake was taller than she had been, I'd say around 5'11. Not as tall as me, but very close. Her muscles were broader, giving her the look of strength. And it wasn't just the look. Blake carried herself in a more distinct way. It was like she was more comfortable with her new, more beautiful body.

And she sent out waves of power. I felt the energy from her body as it hit me in tense intervals, sometimes causing shocks of pain and spasms through my core. It hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to what was constantly washing over me.

"Well everyone's here now." I spat, my tone just as icy as Blake's. "What's the verdict?"

"Do you not wish to defend yourself?" my mother asked, almost begging me to tell her that all of this was a lie.

"There's nothing to defend. I broke the rules, I'm here to be punished. Not just get on with it."

Her eyes dimmed down as she looked over to my father, who was studying me carefully. He finally sat down. At his right hand was Darius, no shocker there, then beside Darius was Scott, then Terry. On my father's left, my mother wasn't sitting there as normal. Instead Blake took her place at his left hand, then my mother, my sister, and lastly Christoffles.

I glared at each one of them, knowing that some of them still loved me, they just had no choice.

"Well, Logan," My father began, "You have a hefty list."

"What did I do?" I asked skeptically, ignoring that Darius stood up angrily from me interrupting Atheus. "The only broken rule was telling Blake about our existence. And she's not even human, so I don't know why I'm still here."

"I'm not?" Blake's trilling voice said. She raised one perfect eyebrow.

"If you were, my father would have already killed you dead. Trust me."

"True." she shrugged her shoulders as if her death was no big deal. To me her death was everything.

"Good point, son." My mother said, a small smile playing on her lips. I knew she didn't want to be doing this, having a trial for her own son, but she couldn't say a word.

Atheus nodded and wrote something down on a script.

The silence was starting to drive me mad. What was he doing? I haven't done anything wrong anymore since Blake was never fully human.

Then it hit me.

What about the spell? After I had done it, she had a pure human scent, nothing there but her human blood. There wasn't a speck of hell demon or vampire for that matter. There was nothing but Blake. What happened to make her not human? Was she still human, hiding among them? Impossible. My father would have killed her minutes ago. Besides, I could smell her hell scent from over here. It was making me gag, but I hid it well.

"I say we kill him for being a disgrace to the family." Darius suggested.

"Darius!" my mother gasped, standing up to glare. "How could you say that? He's your brother!"

"Easy. Just like how you all lied to me, saying the Scott was dead." I answered for him.

Darius sneered. "That and the fact that he's been dead to me for years."

"Absolutely not. Atheus!"

My father said nothing.

"Atheus?"

"I say the boy has a point."

"Unbelievable!" her voice rose higher with each word. "If you haven't noticed, Atheus, the "prisoner" chained to the floor happens to be your son. Your own flesh and blood, and you want to kill him?"

"Father, we can't just rush into this. There are more suitable ways to do this, but killing Logan can't really be an option! What has he done to deserve death? Leaving because some cursed gypsy gave him a soul? I hardly find to be in his fault." Lily said.

I didn't want her defending me, sister or not, I didn't want her. She betrayed me, she had a choice to do this. From the look on my mother's face when I first came here, she had no clue what was going on. I trusted her with my life. Lily? Not so much, seeing as she almost had me killed hours before.

"Did we not attempt to remove it? But he just ran away again with his tail between his legs." Darius threw back.

"He didn't want to harm Blake. Even then I could see the bond he had with her! With no soul Blake wouldn't have stood a chance. The first thing Logan would have done was s*******r Blake and then the whole town."

I took into notice that my other brothers were silent.

"Harm Blake? Don't make me laugh. See the marks on Blake's neck? He's already drunk from her."

Blake's hand flew to her neck, fingertips brushing the scar I had left there.

"But he stopped." Blake said quietly.

"Silence." Darius ordered. At first I thought Blake would shrink back and cower, but she stood up, her fist slamming on the table.

"Enough!" her hair burst into flames at her furious voice. I saw her nails form into claws, her teeth take the shape of a shark's teeth, and her eyes were glowing red like the terminator's. It was a pretty scary picture. "I'm done with this childish game. I'm tired of dealing with Logan. We all know he is guilty of nothing. Either kill him or let him go, just be done with this, you're all giving me a head ache." she sat back done, frustrated. Her hair went back into its red curls, her mouth back in its normal shape, and her eyes dimmed down to the only thing that stayed the same with her; those ocean blue eyes.

"I agree, father." said Terry, speaking for the first time. "I don't want the blood of my brother on my hands."

"Then I'll kill him you pansy." Darius growled, angry at the defeat I knew was coming his way. I had won and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Answer me one question, Darius, if I may be so bold. Why are you intent on my death? What did I do to deserve your wrath? If I could even call your temper tantrums wrath." I smiled wryly at the end.

Darius fumed, his face growing red, but he answered calmly, much to my surprise. "It's Payback, Logan."

For what? "Yeah? Game on."

He narrowed his eyes.

My father stood up, ready to give his final verdict. "Logan, the charges against you have been dropped, seeing that the girl you revealed the secrets to was already part of our world. You will, however, stay in your cell until we decide what to do with you. You will not face death." he turned away from me and walked right out the back door. My family filed after him, my mother smiling radiantly at me, Darius glowering at me while my other brothers looked relieved that I wasn't going to die, and then there was Blake. She eyed me with curious speculation, but that could have meant anything. It was her words and then they way she blinked and glared at me that made it all more final, that made any shred of hope disappear.

As the door clanged shut, I heard several guards approach me from all sides. They unchained me form the floor, secured me with their hands, and led me to my cell, without any stupid acts of trying to escape from me, which, if given the chance where I wouldn't die while trying it, I would have done at the first opening.

Now here I was, just replaying the whole scene in my head, trying to understand what the hell was going on. I had no clue what to do with my life without Blake, but somehow I was going to have to get along. Life was already too painful to look at but somehow I could see my life without her. It was peaceful or happy, but it was a life. It was almost like before Blake, but I would just have to shoulder my pain.

The door opened and in came a frightened girl who was shaking more than a werewolf on the night of a full moon. I was confused, but the guards vicious look answered my question.

They wanted me to feed off her.

I could already see the bites form other vampires that drank form her, but did they really expect me to? When the door shut my question was answered again. Yes, yes they did.

I scooted closer to her, slowly so I wouldn't scare her. I touched her hand and her eyes went wide. "Shhh, it's okay."

She didn't seem to believe me.

"What's your name, sweet heart?" I felt like I was talking to a child.

"Anna." she said quietly.

"Anna, I'm very sorry. Do you know what I am?"

She nodded hysterically.

I sighed. "I'll make it quick. I don't like feeing from humans, but I'm very thirsty." again, I felt like I was talking to a toddler.

"I promise it won't hurt for long."

Then I bit her neck, feeling her wince as my sharp teeth pierced her skin, but then she shivered in pleasure. As I drank, I thought of Blake. I pictured her in my mind, and soon enough I believed that she was the one I was drinking from. I molded my body to hers and she pushed back, her fingers trailing my chest after she lifted up my shirt a bit. I lifted my lips from her neck and I let them go to her mouth. With my finger, I sliced open part of my arm. I led her mouth to the cut and let her drink from me. She shivered again.

I lifted my shirt completely off, made another cut right below my neck line and she began to suck from there as well.

I had no clue what I was doing, but it felt amazing. I hadn't experienced this kind of pleasure in a long time, and I forgot how much I liked it.

Then when her lips met mine for the second time, I knew exactly what would follow…

And I didn't stop her, nor did I want her to.