BLOOD LEGACIES

DACE

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I have crossed the line once again... I should not be here, but what can I possibly do? I came here by chance, I wasn’t sure my angel would come to prom, it was a slim chance because I knew Emma, she didn’t crave the attention, but her scent led me here and I knew she came and more, she came with OWEN. Yes, call me a stalker, for I have had my eyes on her since the moment she arrived at the school, I felt like killing something, NO... I felt like killing Owen, I was losing it but I have been in enough trouble, but how exactly do you expect me to feel? Seeing her with another guy? I felt like there was something snapping within me, ready to combust.

I originally came here so that I can personally tell her goodbye, I knew the last time we saw each other didn’t end well, I knew she was hurt so I needed to tell her myself and make it proper, even when I was mentally in denial about that, my brain keeps telling me I was just here to see her, but I had a purpose, a purpose I have been battling for a long time.

My mom told me to make a choice, my future or her... I was in a tight position here because I knew the very day I found my female, our relationship will mean nothing, but will my feelings for her really fade away? Because watching her now with that warlock I felt like storming that school, I felt like killing something, I felt unhinged, my mind blank, I was stunned because I haven’t made a move and I remained still, watching, I was waiting for a chance to be alone with her and what I expected wasn’t exactly what I hoped for.

I expected her to be happy, I expected her to live her life, or maybe gradually forget me, she was human and their feelings towards something never runs deep like a werelion... but I was wrong. My baby girl sat on the bench like she didn’t exist on this earth, lost in thoughts and not even aware of her surroundings.

And what the fuck was she wearing? I have always known she was thin but I knew she was still young and she would cross that line. I also knew she was conscious of her body and always seemed to wear clothes that didn’t cling to her body, no matter how beautiful and alluring, with all her skin for me to see which made me flip on like a switch, I knew better, she was uncomfortable and I saw it, she was shivering, this was unlike her.

I couldn’t just stand there and watch her for long, it was about time I fucking do something.

Which I did and to my greatest shock she slapped me, my angel was getting brave which almost made me snicker at her actions but she should know what she was dealing with, this resulted in her rubbing her hand in pain, she hated pain and yet she went ahead and slapped me, well I deserved it, I didn’t mind if she slapped me numerous time.