BLOOD LEGACIES

DACE

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I have been neglecting a full shift for a while now and it seems it’s finally getting caught up to me. I’m rusty and my emotions are like haywire, a live wire ready to melt me inside. My beast is agitated because of the lack of hunting, the thrill of chasing prey, and the call of the wild away from civilization. My mind is also ambling on a lot of things and I can’t control them. It’s too much, too many. And it all centered around the fact that I was a nightmare to Emma in the past.

She didn’t say much or explain anything. She won’t talk to me and it eats me alive. She keeps leaving crumbs that I am not able to pick. What the fuck am I suppose to do with those? I have my own theory and it is one being the fact that I might have known Emma, but I don’t remember any of it. Most likely she was there that night of my metamorphosis but the more I tried to think about it the more it felt like a wall was blocking me and I am back to square one. There are so many things that need explanation in my life and I am finally getting an eye opener for it.

Maybe I will lose my fucking mind when I find the missing piece or maybe I never will. But it doesn’t stop the fact that I might have been a villain to Emma in her past, someone she hates enough not to talk about, was I the worst?

I knew I didn’t treat her right but that was until I realized what she meant to me, how obsessed I became. How much I need her in my life and without her in it I will lose the will to live. My feelings run deep and there is no description for it. What I feel for Emma is a stimulating fire that can never run out and even if it does, the fire will just come back up again and keep burning like an eternal flame.

I never understood love and I thought it was a pointless feeling. Love is considered a weakness because of how it pulls you down and ruins even your identity and every peace of mind. But now I have no peace without Emma, I have no identity without her. My walls are now built around her, caging her in and binding her to my soul. That’s right... I feel it in my soul, in my blood, my bones, and everything that makes up this supernatural body.

She’s my identity and my sanity.

Right now I have a more pressing issue at hand. Right under my fucking nose someone is messing with my sister. What ticks me off is that my sister is involved in this too and I knew the answer to that. She’s fucking messing around with a man that is not her Male. I don’t know which bugs me more, the fact that it’s happened right under my nose or the fact she’s protecting him. Why go through all the lengths to protect someone you don’t know? Someone who wasn’t yours?

I should laugh at myself right now for asking such a silly question when I was no exception to that matter.

I grabbed the doorknob and yanked the door open, taking it off its hinges by sheer force. My strength is getting unbalanced, I need a full shift soon. I need to hunt before I break more than the house. I set the uprooted door against the frame.