8 It's not nice to lie

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Finally were starting to get to the good parts!

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Cassandra POV

The agonizing feeling of rejection all around me, as the looks of my peer's malice, hate, sorrow, disgust, and fear circle around me. My head starts to spin from all the negative emotions which I am surrounded by.

'Why do they hate me so much?' I always end up asking myself.

"What is she doing here?" I hear someone sneer.

"Don't touch her, her family's cursed!' another says.

Not even hiding their comments from me.

All around, the vile comments swirled around me, my heart thundering in my ears making my vision spin. I try to steady myself on a nearby table but ending up knocking someone's drink over and spilling it on myself, encouraging a new set of negative remarks. Wave after wave of intense pain pulsating through my veins.

'Why do I feel so awful?'

"She's drunk!"

"Can that hellspawn not hold her liquor?"

I just want to climb in a hole and die already. I cannot take the onslaught of torment any longer!

'Just do not let them see you cry.'

I try not giving them the satisfaction they crave of knowing their hurtful comments made me cry, and hide my tears, but I can feel the familiar burning sensation of fresh tears building. I hurry to a nearby corner, that is not surrounded by hundreds of bodies. Pressing my back against the cool, hard surface of a nearby wall that is hidden from the party that is in full swing.

'Why did I come here again?' My thoughts running rampant as the music blasted and the party goers swaying to the beat.

'I should not be here.'

The rough texture of my next-door neighbor's wall against my back as It slides against my skin. Not caring if I'll have scratches tomorrow. The intensity of the pain wreaking havoc on my body as I attempt to bring my legs closer to my center. Curling up into a tight little ball.

"What are you doing here gorgeous?" a pair of worn out combat boots knelt in front of me, the familiar smokey grey eyes that stared back at me as his hand catches a droplet before anyone else notices.

"There you go again, Ash." He puts a hand to his chest at my words as if I have offended him. "its not nice to lie."

"Me…. Lie?" the face he makes of mock offense, brings a smile to my face. "to you.. I would never!"

I look away and roll my eyes. Sure, you wouldn't. I've never been the "pretty" girl. My ailment does not permit me to be.

This ailment will be the death of me, it has ravaged my body and mind leaving both weak. The Sun kissed flesh I once was known for is but a faraway dream, replaced by a ghostly pale sack of loose flesh as my body slowly starves itself. My bones protruding as I am unable to get the proper nutrition.

The only thing that draws people is my hauntingly bright violet irises, which only one other seems to possess… Mama.

Her's have lost their shine decades ago, or so I've been told.

The night my father left.

I never knew the man, but my elder brother did. John would always tell me stories about how he was such a brave man and the best friend to Kol's father. After not knowing this strange man, I started to tune him out.

'If he was such a great man, then why'd he leave?'

Waves of pain continued to ripple through my body, Ash not missing a single thing. He takes my arms and gently lifts me to my feet. A new wave making me squeak out, and he just holds me closer. Calming me down and attempting to quiet the pain.

"Ash, just because I'm sick doesn't mean It'll be easy to get into my bed." I mock through gritted teeth.

"Maybe not for me," he cocks an eyebrow at me, but for my brother you would." Scarlet shot to my cheeks, as the blush engulfs my face.

'….' The feeling of shock displayed on my features.

I attempt to push him away, but he presses closer, not letting my freedom come easily.

A sudden and malicious thought comes to me. I draw him closer with an attempt at a seductive gaze, Ash falling prey to my charms.

The brush of my lips against his cheek is sudden and he can't seem to recover as I loosen his grip from my hips.

'Serves you right jerk.' "happy birthday Jerk face." I stick my tongue out and chuckle. "shouldn't you find some other girls to harass? You are just wasting your charms on me."

Ash and Kol are fraternal twins and constantly fight over who is older. Even though just be five minutes Kol has him beat. Making him the next coven leader of our small village. After their dad finally steps down Kol will take his place. Maybe that is why Kol is considered the "golden boy" as if he can do no wrong and their father holds Kol's actions and demeanor above Ash's.

As for Ash, his smokey grey gaze continues to linger upon the exposed flesh that is not covered by my sky-blue knee length dress that was cinched at the waist by a rope dyed black.

'So different than Kol's fiery red eyes.' I can't help the thought from escaping.

Lost in thoughts my fingers sift through his shoulder length auburn locks, why have I never noticed that there was a silver tint before?

The sound of him practically purring at my touch brought my mind back to where we were.

In the middle of his and my best friend's birthday party and I was locked in an intimate embrace with the wrong twin. However, 'it still felt nice to be held.'

"Ásh…" I attempt to think of how to ask him as he peels away, but his gaze still locked in mine. "do you know where your brother would be?" my cheeks en-flame at the sudden embarrassment.

"…." Ash shifts his weight back and forth from his feet, unsure of how to tell me something. He casts his gaze to the ground, taking a step back and lifts his hand to the back of his neck, " errr… Cassandra…"