The Changing (Chapter 5)

(From the Author: This is Chapter 5 of the changing. Some of it you might have already read, but it is kind of different cuz I lost part of it. Flash drive wouldn't work. But there is a lot of new things on it too. So enjoy and tell me what you think. I hope you guys like it! ;) )

Chapter Five

I WAS DRIVING DOWN THE HIGHWAY AS FAST AS I COULD GO. I just wanted to get this over with. Both of my daggers were tied to my belt, and I was ready for I fight. I had enough anger in me to kick some asses. I knew exactly what I was going to do. I had a plan.
My dad may be indestructible at the moment, but I was indestructible for life. I knew how to heal myself, and it doesn’t take long either.
I know that Matt is worried about me, I could tell when I left. I just hope he’s not following me. Just in case, I started searching for his mind with mine. I found him running a mile away, following my trail.
I entered his head, and started talking to him. ‘Matt, stop following me!’ I said.
‘Erin, are you trying to kill yourself?’ He asked.
I laughed, ‘You really don’t have any faith in me, do you? I know what I’m doing. I have a plan. He won’t be able to get a scratch on me. And if he does, I heal now.’ I said.
‘You said that last time, and you come back half bleeding to death.’ He sounded worried.

‘Matt, you’ve just got to trust me. Go back to the house, and wait for me there. I’ll be back shortly, okay?’ I said, hopefully he would listen to me.
‘Fine. I’ll go back, but I won’t like it.’ He stopped running and turned around.
I left his head. Finally somebody actually listens to me. Even though I’m going to be like the…goddess of vampires, they don’t really listen very well, I thought.
I was just getting into Denver. There was a lot of traffic, and it felt like all eyes were turned towards me. I forgot that people easily recognized my car.
When I stopped at a red light, I was right in front, and I saw somebody on the other side staring at me. They looked frightened, and I realized that it was Brett Hanson.
Just to have a little fun, I pulled out one of my daggers and rolled down my window. I stuck my dagger out the window to show it off. When Brett saw it, his eyes widened and he stepped on the gas, running the red light.
I started laughing, and I drove away, not caring if the light was still red or not. Cops were never around when you broke the rules.
I was just pulling up to my dad’s house, when I saw that he was waiting just outside the door.

He must’ve known I was coming. Question is, how? I thought. I got out of the car, and made sure that my daggers were hidden. Then I walked up to him.
"Ready for round two?" I said, smiling.
"Either your stupid, or you are ready to make the deal. Which is it?" he said.
"I’m listening," I said, just as an excuse so he wouldn’t know that I found a way to kill him, a very obvious way.
"Then let’s go inside, shall we?" he said.
"After you," I didn’t trust him behind me. He walked in and went straight to the fridge to grab a beer, no surprise there.
I went to the couch and sat down, making sure that my daggers weren’t showing.
"So, you’re actually ready to hear what I want? Finally decided that I you can’t hurt me?" He said as he was walking over to the chair, and sat across from me.
"I just figured that it wouldn’t hurt to keep my options open. I mean, considering the facts that I’m unbeatable to everyone, and your sort of unbeatable to me." I said.
He laughed, "Only ‘sort of’ unbeatable to you? Really?" he acted like he was hurt by that, "And about you being unbeatable to everyone, I would like to disagree with you on that. You can still get hurt by sharp objects and bleed to death." He smiled.
"Yeah, that may be true, but I can heal myself. So, no matter how many times that you try to stab me, I’ll just heal right away." I said, matter-of-factly.
"I don’t believe you." He said.

"Really? Guess I’m just going to have to show you," I said. I pulled out one of my daggers, and cut a line across my left arm. I wiped my blade on my dad’s shirt, and put my dagger back. Blood was dripping on to the carpet.
"You stupid girl," my dad said.
"Just shut up and watch." I snapped at him.
I concentrated on the cut, and felt my magic spread through my arm. Within seconds, it was completely gone.
"What the fuck?" He said under his breath. Then said louder, "This should definitely get me more money!"
That surprised me, "What money?" I asked.
He looked at me, "This is the deal, you let me bring you to the Romans and I leave your boyfriend alone. What do you say?"
"Romans?" I asked, totally confused.
"The Romans are the people that you will have to look after. They’re vampires."
"What do they want with me?"
"To control you," he made a face that said, "Duh, what did you think they wanted?"
"I don’t think so." I said, and I drew both of my daggers out. He was too slow to reach for his knife. I grazed one of the blades against his neck to cut the necklace off. It fell to the floor with a thunk.
"You bitch!!! You were planing that all along, weren’t you?" he yelled.
"Of course! You didn’t think that I was going to give up without a fight, did you? Oh, and by the way, no one controls me. I control myself, and all vamps. They don’t control me." I put my daggers away, and surrounded him in a million flames. In a few minutes, he was charred to death.

I went searching around the house for more information on the Romans, but all I could find was the place and time of when he was supposed to meet with them. I grabbed it, and went back out to my car.
Just before I got in, I saw Quinn hiding in the bushes.
"How long have you been sitting there?" I asked.
"Long enough," he sounded scared.
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked.
"I saw what you did, without even touching him. How is that possible?" he asked.
"Okay, get your ass in my car. You’ve seen too much." I said.
"Are you going to kill me?" He asked.
"I don’t know. It depends if you actually listen to me, and do what I tell you to. And right now, you’re not doing a really good job." I said.
He got up and went to the passenger side of the car, "The door’s unlocked." I said. We got in and I started to drive away.
Right when I got on the highway, I contacted Matt telepathically.
‘We’ve got some trouble,’ I said.
‘What kind of trouble, Erin? Are you all right? He didn’t hurt you, did he?’ Matt said. He sounded so worried about me.
‘Come on, Matt. You’ve got to have more faith in me than that. He didn’t get a scratch on me, and he’s sitting in the living room charred to death.’ I said.

‘Then what’s the problem?’ He asked, confused.
‘The problem is that our little break in visitor decided to follow me over to my dad’s and he kind of saw everything. Including my power usage. I’ve got him in the car with me at the moment, but we might have to tell him everything.’
‘What’s he thinking that he saw. We might be able to use it.’
‘I don’t exactly know. He hasn’t said anything since I started driving, and now he’s hyperventilating. But I don’t think we’ll be able to use anything against him. He heard and saw everything. I think our only choice is to tell him everything.’
‘Yeah, you might be right. I’ll see you when you get back, and I’ll try to think of something.’ Matt said, and then I disconnected the telepathic line.
We were halfway back to the cottage by now. Quinn’s hyperventilating grew faster.
"Hey, are you going to be okay?" I asked.
"I… don’t… know…." he said, in between breaths.
"You look like you’re going to faint. It’s not that hard to deal with. I did." I said.
"Yes it is. Especially when you find out that someone that you go to school with is a murderer." He said.
"Hey! I am not a murderer! I only killed him first, before he could kill me. Or worse…." I said, trailing off. I had to find out who the Romans were.
"You mean your own dad would kill you? Are you serious?"
"Why is that so surprising? You’ve seen all of the bruises and scars he gave me."
"Wait, your dad gave you those. I thought it was like an abusive boyfriend or something. I didn’t think that parents would ever do that to their kids. I mean I’ve heard of stuff happening like that but I never knew anyone who was."
"Trust me, it’s nothing really new for him. After all, he did kill my own my, too, when I was four."

"Really? No wonder why your so–"¬¬
"Finish that sentence and you’re dead!" I interrupted him.
"Sorry." He said.
It was quiet for a few minutes later. Then Quinn spoke again. "So how long have you had these powers, things, whatever you want to call them, for?"
"I’ve had them all my life. But I just found out about them a week ago. The day after I beat up your sorry ass." I said.
"Wow. How did you deal?" he asked.
"Honestly, I never really got used to it. My dealing with it was running away, and pissing off everyone. I can never really control my powers completely. And when I found out, it just felt like my whole world was spinning and I couldn’t see straight anymore. It felt like I couldn’t get back to reality. Like I’m stuck in this night mare, my own personal hell sent here to haunt me, and make my go crazy." I said, "Like I said I never really got used to it, I didn’t deal with it."
"So what exactly are you now?"
"That you’ll just have to wait for the answer, because we’re here." I said.
I pulled up onto the road that led straight to the house and up the drive. Matt must have heard the car, because he was already sitting on the steps waiting for us. Just before I opened my door, Quinn said, "Who’s that?"
I smiled and said, "That is Matt."

Quinn must’ve seen my face light up when I said his name, because he gave me a strange look. We got out of the car, and Quinn followed me up to the house. He was walking five feet behind me. I went straight up to Matt, and stood beside him.
"So this is him?" Matt said, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Yep. The same exact person who broke in, and doesn’t know when to leave me alone." I said, "Did you think of any alternatives?"
"Only one," Matt said.
"Besides killing him. I wont do that unless its absolutely necessary Matt. I’m not a killer." I said, and I saw Quinn swallow hard.
"Then no, I didn’t. Your solution is the only one that makes sense. Come on, let’s go inside." Matt said, and we turned to go in. Quinn hesitated, probably wondering what his chances were for getting out of here before we could catch him. So I said, "They aren’t good. You saw what happened earlier. I can do that as easily to you, too. It doesn’t matter the distance." Then he started coming.
When I got inside, I saw my mom sitting on the couch. I was surprised to still see her here, and a little angry. "What is she still doing here?" I asked Matt.
"Like me, she was worried about you. She never left." Matt said.
I sighed. I was too tired to even argue with him at the moment, and Matt could tell. My mom got up and walked over to me. I put a hand on one of my daggers just in case.

Every time that I trusted someone they always stabbed me in the back. This time, I was ready. "Thank god, you’re okay. I was so worried." She said, then she went over to Quinn. "Hi, I’m so sorry that she was mean to you at school. Especially if she broke anything. I hope she didn’t hurt you too bad when she beat you up."
"He’s the one that you beat up at school?" Matt whispered to me.
"Yep." I said, not feeling guilty for any of it.
"I can see why you did it." He said.
"Thanks, at least somebody understands. You should have seen how annoying he was, and to go to school with him everyday. It was unbearable." I said. Matt started laughing.
"What’s so funny over there?" Mom asked.
"Forget it." I said, still mad at her. Then I added, "So now you decide to act like an angel, only when there’s company over. Honestly, your mood swings are giving me a whiplash. Aren’t angels supposed to act like angels all of the time, especially to their daughters after leaving them at age four." I didn’t care if I was sounding bitchy. I was like that almost all of the time. But I had to get rid a lot of my anger before I exploded, or worse the house.
"Erin, calm down. You don’t want to kill everybody, at least I hope not." Matt was saying in my ear, "Take deep breaths."

I was slowly breathing in and out, until I finally relaxed a little. "Better?" Matt asked.
"Not really," I said, "I need to go blow off some steam." Then I left with wind swirling around me. I slammed the door on my way out. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was going. I just found myself in the middle of the woods.
My anger was making a hurricane. The wind was slamming against the trees and threatened to knock them over. The clear blue sky was covered with black clouds. Lightning was striking the ground all around me. The thunder sounded like there was a bomb going off every five seconds. The rain was starting to pour on me. Within seconds, I was soaking wet.
Ever since this mess started, I could never really be myself without worrying that I might kill someone. And now I have. Of course he deserved it, but it would never leave my conscience. It’s only been about a week and I’m already falling to pieces. I want to give up everything just for a normal life. I wouldn’t go back to the life I had before this one, but I would trade all of it, this one and that one, for normality.
My life before this whole mess happened, always felt like it was on display. For too long, I have felt like an eagle trapped in a cage to small for me. I have no room to spread my wings and fly. I feel like all of my freedom has been taken away from me. No more open skies to soar through. Instead, I’m trapped. Put on display for everyone to see. My whole life taken away from me, just for people to watch and enjoy my suffering.

I felt like a tigress, who got her claws clipped and her teeth filed down to the gums. No way to fight back, I couldn’t break free. No way to embrace my nature, and no way to get back to the woods, where I belong.
I had fire burning inside of me, but no way to use it. My whole life is put on display. No way to let people see who I really am. Not what they want to see. Not who they think I am.
So I guess, this is the real me now. A tigress ready to fight, and an eagle ready to soar. This is who I am now. Hard to believe, but I guess I’m excepting it. Some things I wish they would take back, but it’s my rightful place. And I’m going to embrace. I don’t care how fucked up it can get, that’s just the way life goes.
This one is so much better. I have someone that I can actually count on. Somebody to love and who loves me back. I guess I’m one of the lucky ones. I got a second chance. That’s all that I was asking for.
I was starting to calm down a little. The rain was just sprinkles now, and the clouds were almost white. The wind stopped completely.
I started to walk back to the house. Halfway there, I noticed that it wasn’t even wet over here. It must have only rained where I was. When I went inside, everyone was looking at me, surprised.
"How did you get wet? Did you fall in a lake or something?" Quinn asked. Matt was trying so hard not to laugh. My mom was just looking at me with an exasperated look.
"If you know what’s best for you, you’ll shut up." I said.

"Erin, what happened?" Mom asked.
"You guys didn’t hear the thunder? I swear, it was like hundreds of bombs going off at once." I said.
Matt rolled his eyes, and mom said, "You lost control of your powers again, didn’t you?"
"Hey, I didn’t set anything on fire at least! I had that much control!" I said.
She just shook her head at me.
"Whatever." I said and left to go change.
I stayed in the bedroom after I changed. I did not want to go back out there, but I had to tell them about what happened. Including my mom, even though she wouldn’t care a rat’s ass about me.
I just felt like I wanted to smack somebody. Anxiety was taking over me, and I could feel my blood boiling. I’m suffering from my emotions. They’re just too hard to control, and that is what makes me loose control of my powers. I had to go do something. I had to get out of this house and away from everybody in it. And there is only one way to do that. Sneak out of the window.
I turn away from the window and lock the door. I had to get rid of some of the anger before I left so I punched a hole in the wall next to the door, also it gives me more time. I could hear Matt running up the steps to my room. When he tries to open the door I start running toward the window, not even bothering to open it, and jump out. Glass shatters all around me, and flies through the air next to me.
I land on my feet crouched down with my hands in the dirt in front of me. I heard the glass breaking even more on the ground around me. It sounded like it was raining. Instead of taking my car, I decided to try a new form of transportation…teleportation. It was the first time for me to use it, but it felt like I’ve done it a thousand times all ready.
I put two fingers on my forehead and closed my eyes.

I had to focus all of my energy on where I was going, picture the place in my mind. Then, all of a sudden, I was in thin air. Nothing but darkness surrounded me. It felt like you were in air that was too dense for you to breathe in, but it only lasted a millisecond. The next I was in the world’s best training facility in California.
They had all of the things that I could ever need. Normally, it would have taken me a day to get here driving, but in this case, less than a second. The place is supposed to be closed right now, because it’s after midnight, but since I’m already here, I might as well use it, right?
There is no way that anybody would look for me here. Of course, they’ll probably just think I ran back into the woods, because my car is still there. Unless my mom does a little snooping of her own. I don’t care, though. I’m done with this shit. I wish that they would take back these stupid "gifts," I don’t want them anymore. All they have done for me is getting me into some deep shit that I don’t need. Why me anyway? I thought, I don’t want this!
I start on the punching bags. I have some anger issues that I need to get rid of first, before I end up breaking anything, or worse, setting it on fire. I let my punches fly and my kicks soar. I didn’t care how tired I was, I wasn’t going to stop. I was so focused on the punching bag, that I didn’t even notice that someone else was in the room with me until he started talking.
"You’re really good," he said.
"Who’re you?" I asked, keeping my hands on the hilt of my daggers.
"Do not worry. There is no reason to fight me, I just came here to simply warn you." He said.

"Look, you’ve got the wrong girl, so leave me alone." I said.
"I think I have the right girl, after all, you are Erin Foster, aren’t you?" he said.
"How did you know, who I was?" I asked.
"Because you are the exact person I am looking for, goddess. And unless you want something to happen to the person you love most, you will come and join us." He said.
"You’re a roman, aren’t you?"
"Ah, so you know more than we thought. Apparently, your father told you who we are before you killed him." He said, "That is not the wisest thing for you to know. I’m afraid that we’re going to have to do something about that memory of yours."
He started to walk forward, and I pulled out my daggers. "Stay away from me!" I yelled. ‘
He started laughing, "You honestly think that you can hurt me with that puny little weapon of yours? How pathetic."
"You’ll be surprised at what my puny weapon and I can do." I said.
I went in for a slash at his face, but he caught my wrist just before I could hit him. He punched me in the stomach with his other hand, and threw me to the ground. I dropped my dagger when I landed and slid across the room. I sat up, and I put my hands together at the wrists, palms out facing him. Fire started to swirl around into a ball. Then I outstretched my arms really fast to throw the fire toward him. It turned into an everlasting beam of fire going toward him, I had to cut it off in order to stop it.
There was so much smoke in the air that I couldn’t tell if the roman was still there. No one could survive that blast. At least so I thought.

When smoke was cleared away, I saw him standing there. Not even a scratch on him. It was too hard to believe, even after seeing it.
"How the hell did you survive that?!" I asked in disbelief.
"You have so much to learn. If you come with me now, I can teach you how to be unstoppable." He said.
"I’m not going anywhere with you!" I said. I put my two fingers on my forehead. I had to get away from him as soon as possible. And the only way to do that was to teleport back to that stupid house, with the people who don’t give a fuck about me.
"Erin, please come with me. We can do great things together, and I don’t think that you want Matt to get hurt, do you?" He said. Not fair, he’s using black mail on me. Matt has been the only person in this world to ever care even the slightest about me and what happens to me. He’s the only one who actually took the time to get to know me, and the only one who understands me. To him, I’m not just some girl who will soon become his vampire goddess with these uncontrollable powers, but I’m just a normal person who’s gone through so many hard things in life, and he loves me. And there is no way in hell that I’m going to let anything happen to him.

"Kiss my ass!!" I scream at him, then I’m out of there.
I was back in that tube too small for you. In the dense air, too hard to breathe. Darkness swallowing me whole. Then I was out, back at the house.
Time to face my death sentence, I thought, They’re definitely going to be pissed at me.