TWISTED FATES BOOK 2: EVEN MORE TWISTED

Sammie

I found myself immersed deep within a vast chasm of never-ending darkness. Every step I took led me further and further into nothingness. Ironically, as black as my surroundings were, I was not enshrouded in it. I was able to visibly see my appendages as if they were perfectly illuminated in light. It was almost as if what I was in couldn’t be construed as darkness but rather a vast emptiness void of anything other than myself. That was at least that is until I heard footsteps approach me from behind.

As I turned around, to say that I was speechless would be an understatement. Bewildered? Possibly. But more than anything, I was shocked as hell.

Standing in front of me was a woman who bore me a striking resemblance but not the version of me that I present myself as; there was something different about her. Her hair was blond, my natural hair color, her eyes were a lot darker than mine, almost black, and the air around her oozed a deadly coldness that could only belong to someone who held no shred of humanity.

She was my vampire. She was me.

“Well, looks like someone’s awake.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve been asleep for a few hours.”

“Oh. Where am I?”

A small chuckle escapes her rouged lips. “My sanctuary.”

“Where is this place?”

Another chuckle.

“Well, Sammie. I must say, I assumed you’d be a little smarter than this. Think about it: love. It’s not like there are a lot of places we could be.”

Rude.

“Oh, come ON, Sammie. I’m not rude. Just stating the obvious that you seem to fail to be recognizing.”

“Wait, did you just read my thoughts … how?”

She sighed as she just glared at me as if I were missing something and remained silent.

Well, now I feel like an idiot.

“As you should.”

“Stop reading my thoughts!”

“That would be a rather difficult task considering, don’t you think Especially seeing where we both are.”

Of course. How could I have not realized the obvious? She could read my thoughts. Despite having her own separate persona, she was still a part of me.

“So, we’re inside my mind.”

“Ding Ding Ding Sammie! Someone finally gets it.” She retorted sardonically.

I glared at her. Despite being part of me, she genuinely was a bitch. I assumed it was due to the fact that she lacked humanity. Otherwise, I had no other reasoning behind her cold demeanor.

“SO judgmental, Sammie. Really?! Calling me a bitch? I am simply frank. I speak things as they are. I don’t feel the necessity for such futile things like emotions, which you seem to try and cling to incessantly. We are vampires, Sammie. I am your truest nature. You didn’t expect me just to sit around and coddle you, did you?”

“Then why am I even here? Why did you bring me here?”

“I had to, Sammie. It was the only way to protect us.”

“I’m not following.”

“Of course, you aren’t. You were nearing your breaking point, so I needed to take care of things to prevent that from happening.”

“So you were trying to protect me?”

“Yes and no. My motives were rather selfish, to be honest. I needed to prevent your mind from breaking to preserve my own existence. It could have been detrimental to us both had you done so.”

“So this was all because of what happened with Justin?”

A fierce hiss escaped her lips. “Don’t you ever mention that piece of trash ever again! Besides, that scum has been disposed of, so you needn’t spare him a second thought ever again.”

“What do you mean .. disposed of?”

“Do you not remember? You called me Sammie. He was taunting you, and you were so weak. He almost won. You begged me to help you, and I did what you could not. I made him pay.”

“Oh. Well, if you don’t mind my asking, why am I still here then. If it’s over, why am I not back with everyone?”

“I told you. I brought you here to protect us. Besides, you’re not completely out of the woods yet.”

“Ok. But you also said that Jus…he was dead. So what were you protecting us from if not him?”

“From your friends and him.”

“What?”

She sighed and looked at me. Her dark piercing eyes looked as if they were debating on whether or not to answer my question.

“Your friends were conjuring up a memory spell. It was meant to eradicate any memories of the toad from your mind, including everything he told you.”

“But I still remember all of it.”

“Because I brought you here. It was the only way. That spell would only have kept you weak, Sammie. It would have removed your memory of me as well as the truth about our betrayal. I was not about to allow that to happen. You need those memories, as terrible as they are, to be able to get stronger. Rather than lingering on the pain, use it to feed your anger. It will only make us stronger. You need to embrace your darkness, our darkness, in order to gain strength and power for your revenge, of course. That spell would have prevented you from reaching your fullest potential. This is why I brought you here to my sanctuary. The one part of your mind that I kept warded off where the witches’ spell could not reach us. Now you know why I had to keep you here.”

I was speechless. Part of me hated that she kept me here and prevented my friends from eradicating these painful memories. Yet another part of me understood that she was right. Damn her.

She stood there, observing me self-righteously. She knew exactly what I was thinking, thus the smug look on her face.

Can I just say there is nothing more annoying than looking at a snotty version of yourself?

Ish. Just Ish.

“Fine. Since the spell didn’t work on us, what now?”

’That’s easy. You go back.”

“And?”

“And pretend like nothing ever happened. You will need to feign ignorance with everyone. Remember Sammie; they intended to remove everything regarding that turd and all those disturbing memories from your mind. So you will need to act as such. Never show your weakness and prepare yourself.”

“I don’t...I don’t know … I don’t think I can.”

“Of course you can; I will help you every step of the way. Trust me.”

For some reason, her idea of help gave me the chills.

“How?”

“Same as last time. I am always here. If at any time you feel the memories are trying to break through your mental barriers, making you weak, then call on me, and I will take over. Simple solution and none will be the wiser.”

“If I agree, then I have a few conditions.”

She sighed as if I was annoying her yet again. “Fine, what are they?”

“If I do let you in the driver’s seat, you can’t harm any of my friends or my mate. And you have to make sure that they never realize that I am not in control. They must believe that I am still me.”

“Well, technically, you are.”

“Not really.”

“How so?”

“Not to be rude, but you’re a lot bitchier than I am. And by a lot, I mean a LOT.”

She arched her perfectly manicured eyebrow glaring at me.

Hmph …Truth hurts, doesn’t it?

“No, Sammie. The truth, as you put it, doesn’t hurt. I just find it amusing that you have no clue that my personality is merely a reflection of your true nature. So, if I am a bitch then that would be because of your penchant towards bitchiness.” She smirked.

Goddess, I hated her, which is so weird because she’s my own flippin’ self. Ugh! If this weren’t my own life, I’d swear I was stuck in some seriously messed up Wattpad book.

“Ok fine. Whatever. Seeing that I have these memories stuck with me anyway, I have no choice but to agree with you. But before I go back, I feel like we are going to be having more of these lovely interactions, so I wondered if it’d be ok if I gave you a name. I figured it would be easier to call on you that way.”

“Not that it makes any difference to me, but fine. Just call me Samantha.”

“Samantha?”

“Well, yes. It’s our name, and honestly, Sammie or Sam just sounds so childish. So yes, Samantha sounds just fine. “

Again, with the rude. Ish.

“Fine. Samantha, it is. Anyways so now when can I get out of here? No offense, but I’d like to go back now.”

She looked at me with a completely blank expression and snapped her fingers, immediately plunging me into obscurity.