George
"George," a deep voice called my name.
The familiar voice echoes through my ears sending chills to my spineâthe voice I've as if it's the first time. Emotions flood my heart as the tears fill my weary eyes.
I thought I would never hear you again.
Jared.
"George," he repeats.
"Jared?" I ask.
"Gotcha!" an unknown man says to my back. His arm wraps around my neck like a snake suffocating its prey.
"George?" Jared's voice echoes.
"Ja...red," I breathlessly say.
Flame from a campfire light up. I feel more suffocated realizing we are in a room with nothing but gray walls. Stains of blood are splattered across the walls.
"George!" Jared yells. His blue eyes look at me with lonesome.
"Enough, Your Highness!" the man behind me yells. "She's the enemy!"
"We are their enemy!" Jared slowly walks. "She's living peacefully but we ruined her life!" Slowly, one of his sapphire gaze turns into a hue of red.
"Dmitri!" After the man yells, a huge number of vampires gather around us.
"Let go of the girl, now!" Jared growls. Fangs grow in his mouth. He runs as he snarls.
The floor cracks, opening the ground. The ground shakes violently, making the cracks open widely. My gaze watches the cracks open.
We fall.
The vampires slowly vanish like ashes being blown away.
"George!" Jared yells as we fall.
The light coming from the ground pit gets farther and farther until I can see nothing again. When I thought I was in an endless pit, my body sank into the body of water. I try to swim up but I can't. I open my eyes and look up. The light shines from the night sky.
I should swim up.
My mind wants to but it seems like my body doesn't want to obey. I cannot hold my breath anymore. I surrender to water as if I'm waiting for my end. Bubbles come out of my mouth as I attempt to scream. My head is getting light.
This is it.
This is my end.
I saw a silhouette of a man swimming to me. My vision gets blurry as my body weakens. The man holds my waist as he swims up. He carries me until we reach the top. I gasp for air and slowly open my eyes.
I cough. "Thank youâ"
"George," Jared breathlessly says. He stares at me with his mismatched eyes. He combs his jet-black hair with his long fingers.
Dmitri...
My gaze scans our surroundings.
Water.
There's nothing but water.
He looks around as well.
"Dmitri! Enough with the games!" the male voice booms.
Jared's hand holds mine.
Huge waves suddenly occur. The ocean forms a huge whirlpool, pulling the two of us to its center.
"You know you can't save her!" the unknown man laughs hysterically.
"Jared!" I yell when my hand lets go of his.
We spin and spin. He tries to reach for my hands. I try to fight until I reach the vortex and fall.
Again.
I'm falling once again.
I stopped midway from falling. I cannot see. My eyes are blindfolded. My hands try to remove the cloth but they are tied.
"H-Hello?" I nervously ask.
Where am I?
"George... I'm sorry," I hear Jared whispers.
"Jared?" He removes the cloth covering my eyes. My eyes are blinded by the rays of the sun. I instantly admire the sunset as the sun meets the sea.
Until.
I see myself standing at the edge of the cliff. I immediately turn and face the man behind me. His blue gaze meets my green one.
"Jaredâ" my words are cut when a knife digs into my stomach.
"W-why did you..." I ask as I cough blood.
"I have to live," he slowly smirks. "You have to die so that I can live."
I fall to my knees. "You betrayed me," I whisper.
"No," he says. He pulls the knife and steps back. "You believed me, that's it."
You believed me....that's it.
I look up and see him smiling wickedly. With weak knees, I tried to stand up. I attack him. I run furiously and slash his neck with my claws.
"Ah!"
"Liev!"
Clarkson's silhouette overlaps with my dream.
No.
Clarkson falls.
As he falls to the floor, an illusion of Jared falling to the ground flashes in my head. He is getting beaten by his fellow vampires.
No.
What have I done?
"Calm down, Morphe!" Camira's voice drags me back to reality. My gaze lands on my claws with the stain of blood.
"Clarkson?" I ask. "You...you're bleeding," I move my gaze and stare at his bleeding arms "Because of me..." I spit and look away.
I'm a monster.
"I'm a monster."
"I'm sorry," I whisper. I stare at the floor as the memories of what happened last night run in my head.
"Hmm?" Cayden asks while leaning on the wall.
"For hurting your brother," I look at him.
He didn't answer. Instead, he looks at the window.
"Of course, it's not okay with me," he says. "You harmed my brother."
"I know," I whisper and play with the hem of my shirt.
"But it's not like you intended to harm my brother, right? Do not think of it anymore. He's being healed right now," he seriously says.
"I guess you should leave me, before I get crazy once again," I say.
"No," he steps forward. "I shouldâ"
"Stop!" I yell. "Do not come any closer."
"Please," I whisper.
"Alright, I'll stay here if that will make you feel less worried."
Silence.
"You know, you should not fill your mind with thoughts and worries. Just stay calm, George," he says.
"Look," he points at the gifts of the werewolves. "They love you this much! They say that love is more than material things. Their love is more than these."
Silence.
"Being a Morphe means being weak. Your fears will hunt you down. Your weaknesses will destroy you, mentally and physically. How will this all end?" he pauses and looks at me.
He takes another step.
"When you learned all of your fears and weaknesses. It means you passed," he continues.
"Do I have to conquer them?" I ask while looking down.
"Not really. None of us doesn't have any fear. But, one's weakness is a weapon to its opponents. You have to be aware of them. You should know your weaknesses. You should know how that affects you. You should understand the deeper side of you. That will make you stronger as a werewolf."
I look at him.
"And as a human too," he smiles.
I didn't realize his standing beside me. I am in a whirlwind of thoughts. He taps my shoulders and sits beside me.
"I told you toâ"
"I told you to calm down and not worry, Miss George," he cuts my words. "Be tough during times like this."
Being a Morphe means being weak.
But...
"I dreamt of my mother..." I whisper. "Is she my weakness too?"
"Well, that's a different case though. Your mother loves diving into someone else's dream sometimes," he chuckles. "What's your dream about?"
"She visited me. She apologizes."
"I don't think that is one of Morphe's dreams. It's a dream visitation," he says and takes a bite of the apple.
"But she said she won't see me anymore," I say. Unexpected tears roll down my cheeks. "W-why?" I sob.
"Ohâwell, maybe sheâCalm down, George," he hurriedly gets a glass of water. "I think it's a dreamâNevigera."
"Here, drink this," he says while handing me the glass of water.
As my gaze becomes flooded by my tears my mind is filled by another dream that keeps on repeating aside from Jared.
"I won't see you again, Georgina."
"W-What do you mean?"
"I do not want to get involved. I'm sorry."
"You can not leave me like this!" I yell. "You see the girl convulsing over there!?" I point at myself lying on the bed. "She's slowly losing herself. She's tired."
"I'm sorry."
"You shouldn't have let me know you still exist," I spat.
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I intended to delay my update to wish you a Happy Valentine's Day. But it's this chapter that I am posting.
Well...
That's awkward.
Uhhh...
Happy Valentine's Day...?
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