70 Rebirth Part A

Vivienne's POV:

"What happened?" The words flung out of my lips as I couldn't think of what else to ask. "What happened to my pack when they got here?" I balled my first. I was angry. There was no sense in her killing them. "I know you didn't kill all of them." She clearly took the survivors away someplace.

The woman I once thought that I could never compare to and still agree with... sat down in front of the window in a red velvet chair. She crossed her arms and pushed her black cloack over her knees and smoothed the cloth. Her posture was well defined where she sat. Lamia's stileto signature heels pointed like fangs into the hardwood floors and created a puncture. I held a gaze with her but my eyes couldn't help spot the bloodstair hiding in the crook of her red lipstick smirk. "This reminds me of the first time I saw you," she said as she looked to the floor. "but, you're not waking up from being overdosed. You're here under new circumstances. You can at least say hello. Are we not well aquainted with one another?"

"Hello again," I muttered cruely out to her. Lamia smelled like a fresh shower. Like nothing in the world had mattered enough to her. She had carelessly taken a shower even though there is a war going on in her front yard.

"I didn't get a chance to kidnap your pack mates if that is what you're suggesting. No, some of your pack mates got away. They're somewhere out there now. Don't worry. I will find them and rest them in pieces. But, you also want to know what happened when they got here?"

"Yes, I do."

It was clear I knew now what happened.

Most likely Blacktail turned on my pack thanks to Aaragorn's whole fiasco.

"Your pack's faces were priceless when Blacktail Growler's turned on them and started to attack your pack mates. But, when my men began to attack Blacktail and your sill pack things were clear of my intentions. It was like a joke... watching them reaact. They ended up teaming up together and the survivors went into the woods to retreat."

She leaned forward as she exposed her sharp fangs out in my direction. "It will be my pleasure to hunt every last one of them down and kill them."

She tried to provoke me with her words but I wasn't going to let her. I just stood there watching her expression as it left her face void of any.

"Why

do

you

hate

me?"

I asked her slowly. My question leaving the air sour with no life in it. She snapped so fast. Her legs uncrossing and her leg slamming into the floor. It cracked a plank under her heel as she raised up from her chair.

"I find you utterly hard to be around," she told me.

"Is it because I killed Emmett?" I asked her softly. "Is your hatred out for me because you want to avenge his death?"

"It's not always about you, Vivienne," she snapped. Her eyes rolling in annoyance with me. Lamia didn't have to get back up. I got caught up in her looks alone. Her eyes capturing mine as I felt light as a feather and stuck in a tranced state of mind. I felt this once before. As her eyes seemed to stream a record of emotions into me. My heart raced in my chest as I felt anxiety overwhelming me. I was in her control. "You just happen to be of his bloodline and captured my husband's heart."

Her words broke my transe as I shook my head. "No, that's not right," I told her. "Your husband's heart is not mine. Unless you were married to Brendon. Brendon is the only man I love," I told her. He's the only one I could ever love. His pure heart of gold and loyalty will never be forgotton. I will never loose the feeling of the love we've shared. "And, your husband is smart enough to know he could never win my heart. So, how could he give me his?"

"He did," she continued to accuse and slammed her fist down on the armchair. She pratically broke it off from the force of her anger. She was restraining to kill me. I could tell. She wanted a conversation before my death. "You're dimwhitted."

I still felt fearful of this creature. Since the moment I first met her. I've been reminded again of how manipulative she could be of my feelings. She used every asset of body and soul to produce a power over me.

I thought once before... she was a conquer.

Her mouth tried to control what I was thinking. I could feel her words wrapping around mind and making me feel like I had no facts to bring up.

"We're not here to argue about my husband's heart." She snickered as she motioned for me to take a seat. I sat down across from her in another velvet victorian chair. She offered a cup of tea as she leaned forward and poured one out for me. She put an incorrect amount of sugar in it. It would be sweeter then I liked. She gave it to me before fixing herself one.

It was silly to think she would drink tea with me. "We're here because I'm going to tell you about the history between Fang and me. So, when you meet him in your after life... you can confide together." She rolled her eyes. She acted like this would make any different. I loved my ancestor Fang.... Wait, does this mean he's dead?

"Fang is dead," I whispered out in shock.

I should have known when he gave me the warning. I didn't think... he was actually dead.

"Of course he is. I killed him."

"You're a heartless monster," I accused as I was about to drink the tea but slammed the cup back down into my lap. I was angry as I overheard her admitting it.

"And good riddence," she grumbled as she sipped on her tea carefree. "I don't care how I seem to you. I am justified in my head."

"Justified?" I asked and growled as I leaned forward. "You! You think your mistakes are justified? You killed my baby for fucks sake!"

She stood up quickly. "No I would never kill an infant," she told me.

"Lamia, you sent those rogues after me. It resulted in me loosing my baby," I told her.

She sat back down and for the first time I saw her eyes swell with tears. She held her hands in her head as she looked out to me. "I didn't realize they took it that far," she told me.

"You were going to have them kill me," I announced as I waved my hands around. Was it not obvious to her? Did she not care at that time? She bit her bottom lip as she seemed to be handling her emotions.

"What do you have to say now?" I asked her. I waited for her anger to swell over her almost pure-hearted emotions about my baby. "Are you going to rub it in my face how you took away my mate, Brendon?"

"I didn't do that Viv. Not intentionally. It was Meynard who acted in defense and killed your hus-"

"He was going to live. A necromancer gave him an elixer to heal him but he never woke back up."

"WELL I assure you he wasn't working for me," she snapped.

"But, he was one of your knights," I accused.

"Really? Which one?"

"I don't remember his name," I lied.

"Liar. You're keeping his identitry a secret to protect him. Who is he?"

"I don't know," I shouted. "Why did you have him killed?"

"I DIDN'T KILL BRENOND!" She yelled back.

"Then who did?" I asked softly.

I picked up the tea and to calm my nerves I took a sip of it. I felt the tea cup shake as I was too angry to keep it still.

"I don't know," she smirked as she said it. I frowned in disappointment. If she didn't have someone kill Brendon then I guess he just didn't stand a chance after all. Maybe the wound really was too deep to heal.

"I caught you lying to me," I told her in disappointment.

I remembered then the blacked out words I once heard from Aaragorn's mouth. Not only was he working with Lamia but he had in fact killed Brendon. Her eyes landed on the marking on my neck as I showed it. Aaragorn had forced it on me and in the comotion I had forgotten all about the cruelness he left. HE had been the one to kill my mate. HE had brought me here where I am going to die at the hands of Lamia. And, if the marking is there... he is still alive. "Just before he gave me this, he told me he was working with you and he was the one that killed Brendon. And, you know he done it. Don't you?"

Silence as she looked at the mark on my neck.

"How did you convince him? The same way you convinced my brother to work for you?"

"Niall came at his own will," she told me and rolled her eyes. "Niall and me had a lot in common. He asked for the life I gave him. Its not my fault he threw it all away at a pathetic attempt to backstab me for his family."

"W-what did you say?"

"He tried to kill me," she rolled her eyes.

"What?"

"He was angry at me, obviously." She rolled her eyes. "So I killed him."

Niall is dead? And, she just writes it off with an eyeroll?

"Lamia he was my brother," I whispered to her. "I know you're a sociopath but you have to consider ones feelings."

"No I don't."

"You can't just tell me you killed him. Why would you do that?"

"Tell you or kill him?"

"BOTH!" I yelled in anger. I took another sip of the tea. It was now cooling off.

"Fine, your brother tried to kill me. And, in defense I killed him." She chuckled.

"It doesn't sound any better."

"He done it for his family's protection. Without a doubt he was more concerned about saving a shitty bloodline then his own ambitions."

Niall was a good man in the end, then?

Tears filled my eyes as I thought of how he had such a sad death. He was alone and probably unwelcomed into the moon's territory. He is probably alone and cold now.

"How are you so unfeeling?"

"I stopped caring about a lot of things when I realized my husband will never love me."

"You don't even love him. Why does it matter?"

"I wanted to."

Lamia looked out the window as she decided to tell me more deeper emotions about herself. And, I have no choice but to listen. "You know vampire royalty don't divorce?" She asked me softly.

"I didn't," I responded.

"I didn't think you'd know."

Lamia for the first time showed emotions on her face as she began to tell me the intimate things about her. We were getting into dark waters. I didn't know she could be so deep.

"When I met Eder he was already taken with someone else. I thought if I could... only change his horizons. He would be completely mine. Body and soul. I wanted him to look at me the way he looked at Fang. I was the jealous type back then."

"And, you're still jealous," I muttered.

"I still want to kill everything," she agreed. "I do this because I love him-"

"No you don't. You don't know what love is," I told her. "If anything you hate him. You hate him most of all because he's a burden. Where is he now? Did you kill him?"

"No," she told me. "I preserved him."

I wrinkled up my nose.

What the fuck?

What did she do?

"You did what?"

"He's resting," she explained and rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to explain how it works to a mortal."

"W-well if you can't kill him but you clearly don't love him then what do you want?" I asked her.

"Honestly...." she half smiled. "I want this all to go away. To just stop."

I felt a yawn force its way out of my mouth. I was begining to fight to keep my eyes open. I looked at the cup of tea curiously. "What have you done? What's in this?" I accused her.

I knock came from the door. Meynard rushed into the room. "Wrap things up here Lamia. We have trouble. Our stock in the warehouse has been reduced to none. The warehouse has been comprimed and is on fire. They got them out. Our inventory. The tracks lead north."

"Imbecile." Lamia whispered. "Every single one of them in today's world." She looked towards me. "It's a dosage of wolfbane. You didn't smell it?" She asked as a smirk grew on her face. "Its enough to kill you."

I felt the tea cup fall from my touch as I began to loose feeling in my hands. This was very familiar to me.

Lamia smirked as she looked over my body.. She seemed to talk to me but I couldn't hear her. She walked away and towards the door where Meynard assisted her out.

Enough.

Enough.

Enough.

Enough to kill you.

This is becoming to be the end...

I fear this is no longer my story.