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You Should Have Known The Price Of Evil
By Hallie Vengeance

 


My still healing ankles were re-broken as I crashed back to the dry, crunching wheat several miles below me. I let out an angered hiss from the blunt force of the fall reverberating through my entire body. My tears blurred my vision as I fought the stinging pain while my body fixed itself, then I jumped up, throwing myself towards the mass of man in front of me, grabbing him by the throat. I pressed him against the only solid object in sight which was a large brick wall and growled maliciously at his claim of witchcraft.

“Damn you! Hexe, why won't you die?!” His deep growl let me know that he was as pissed as I was.

I didn't bother answering his question as I lunged at him, my ankles fully healed from my landing. My arm snaked out to crack his jaw only to miss it by mere millimeters. My eyes bulged as I tried to dodge the fierce punch he threw at my ribs merely to be clipped on the last rib. I hissed and tackled him like a pissed off football player, my temper didn't allow me to stop hitting him until I was pulled off. I fought with all I had until I realized whose arms I was in. Matt grabbed the guy I had been beating and held him to the ground, shocking him a few times for the hell of it. I quickly got a hold on myself and stopped struggling signaling to Zack that I was finished. He sighed in relief and spun me around, kissing me gently, so gently it took my breath away. I heard cat calls and whistles as I pulled away and I turned flipping off the five other men behind me. The four friends shrugged and smiled sympathetically. I knew I looked like shit.

I awoke the next morning in more pain than I had been in for a long time. I hadn't felt this bad since those first training sessions with Zack. He worked me harder in that first day than I ever thought my body could possibly take. I smiled at the memories and tried to pull myself out of the soft bed, I quickly realized that I couldn't as pain shot through my body and I hissed falling back with a thud.

“OWW!!!!”

~Zack's POV~

I stopped speaking in the middle of a sentence and shot up the stairs, stopping only when I reached Ann's room. I knocked softly, not touching the door again until I heard her velvet voice croak a `Come In'.

“Ann, did you hurt yourself?”

“Yes... I tried to get up and when I couldn't I flopped back and hit my head.” She smiled sheepishly up at me with an impish look in her beautiful big green eye. I laughed and held a hand out to help her off the bed.

“Ready to head downstairs, honey? The guys are worried about you.” I flashed her a sweet smile as she busted up laughing, “What?”

“Nothing, just I can't believe they're worried about ME!” I rolled my eyes as she gripped my hand and pulled herself out of the bed, but she refused to let me help her with anything else. She hobbled down the stairs where all four other men were waiting patiently for her, Jimmy jumped up and picked her the moment she was visible, carrying her to the couch, “Damn Ann, doesn't your boyfriend know how to take care of you?” I sighed and dropped onto the couch next to her; her smile lit up the room and nearly started my non-beating heart. I loved her, but I couldn't tell her, not yet... I was ripped from my thoughts by the voice I'd grown to cherish over the last few months.

“Baaaaabbbe,” her whine made my lips curl into a smile, “I'm hungry and you're the most amazing Italian chef ever!!” As I looked over, I saw the pout that she knew would work on me, I didn't say anything, but stood and headed for the kitchen, iPod in hand as I scanned through my playlists for some Maroon 5. I popped it into the home, turning it up just for her as `The Sun' rocked my speakers.

I quickly finished putting the last of the sauce and cheese over her lasagna and slid it into the oven, a smile on my face. The rapping on the door didn't faze me until the one person neither of us wanted to see walked into the foyer. Derek was the one person she loved. He was the one she was with before she was turned. Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and her jaw went slack, but I was long gone by then.

~Annabelle's POV~

My jaw dropped the second I saw Derek standing in the door way and I heard the stairs creak and moan in protest as Zack raced up them.

“Get away from my house,” were my only words before I slammed the mahogany door and climbed the stairs after Zack. With tears clouding my vision I rapped on his door in a musical pattern waiting for his answer.

“Come in...”

I pushed the door open and crawled into the bed next to him, pulling the blanket up to my chin. Only then did I let out the tears pent up behind my shields.

 

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