Intensity

I wanted Emmbla back; although somewhere in the back of my mind I don’t think that I wanted her back nearly as bad as my cousin did. My warped and twisted cousin had taken an unhealthy liking to the girl. Constantly kidnapping her from my protection, making her suffer, and most likely trying to turn her against me. Peering over at my cousin, I could tell that he was trying to contain his anger as we worked out a plan to go and find Emmbla.

I could hear my father talking to my mother and the shuffling that was going on upstairs meant that they were packing everything that they could so that we could move quickly. Rolling my eyes, I pulled the luggage bags out of my closet and threw them onto my bed. I had lived here for a few years and I had made the mistake of getting comfortable. My father had warned me that that was something that wasn’t healthy to do. I knew that he was pissed at me. I could tell by the way he looked at me when he left the room after Pierre. Sighing, I knew that my mother would be disappointed in me, and the fact that he had already reassigned someone to this area meant that there would be great danger if we stayed any longer than necessary.

“Does this mean we have to go back to the city?” Elizabeth spoke up, breaking the disturbing silence of the room. Looking up from the clothes that I had thrown on my bed, I didn’t respond, I only kept working on packing.

“I’m not going back. I have shit to do,” Patrick seethed as he walked toward my bedroom door.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, making him stop, his hand inches away from the door.

“I’m going to another town, and I am going to look for her instead of just standing around and packing up stupid shit.” With a grunt, Patrick yanked open the door and slammed it behind him. Sighing, I sat down on my bed, and ran my fingers through my short hair. Wrapping her fingers around my hands, she brought them down so that she could look into my eyes.

“Let’s go get him before he is stupid enough to get killed,” she murmured as she pulled me up from the bed.

Hurriedly, I packed the rest of my clothes and followed Elizabeth out the door and towards the car that we would use to follow my cousin.

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I knew exactly where he was headed, back to his house so that he could pack up his things. I knew that he wanted her back. He was way more attached than I was comfortable with. He had been attached to Elizabeth, but he let her go. He only used her as a pawn in the games that he played. He had had Emmbla in his grasp for weeks and not once did he harm her. From what he had told me, he had been nothing but civil to her. It was why Elizabeth had stayed with me for so long and hadn’t left the first time I turned her down. Not only did she knew that I would eventually cave and let her have her way, but my cousin had told her not to come back. He knew what Elizabeth would have done to Emmbla knowing that I was in love with her.

I was still in love. But I couldn’t decide who I wanted more. It was almost easier to just let my cousin have her. To relinquish all claim on the pale blonde, but I was selfish.

I am selfish.

Walking up to the building with Elizabeth on my arms, I knew what I was going to have to do. I was going to help my cousin. I was going to leave my father and my family to find the girl that I was started to crave once again. Her blood I hadn’t even tasted but her scent. It hit me full force the moment that we walked into the apartment causing Elizabeth to cover her nose and her eyes to dilate with hunger. She was a hunter, and I could tell that she had the sudden urge to track down the delicious scent. The only thing stopping her was my cousin. The person who turned her into what she was.

Walking slowly toward the room, the scent only got stronger. He had to have fed on her repeatedly for the scent to have been as strong as it was. Eyeing my cousin, I watched as he threw things around in his room. Clothes flying through the air, we quickly dodged them so that the intoxicating scent wouldn’t get on our skin or clothes.

“Patrick.” I began.

“They took her from me Cullen. I took her with me to town to do some stuff. And then the next thing I knew I heard her scream and she was gone. I went to go get her, and I found her where I was at before I went to find her,” he said cutting me off.

Elizabeth glanced at me and I just narrowed my eyes.

“You left her alone?”

Patrick’s eyes faded to red as he stood back up and stalked toward me. Narrowing my eyes, I glanced sideways at Elizabeth. Her face stoic, not showing any emotion. She was used to his bipolarness. I, on the other hand, was not.

“You introduced her to Alec!” he shouted, getting into my face.

I knew where he was going with this. He thought it was entirely my fault. Just because Alec and I were friends, because he was with me whenever I went to collect the girl. Because he got to smell her scent, he got to see her almost naked. Although I highly doubt that Patrick knew that little detail. I wasn’t going to bother to tell him that Alec had been watching her before I even introduced them. Something that never bothered to question him about, although now I regretted it.

“I am going to help you cousin,” I said, with a small smile on my face. I wasn’t going to let him bother me. He was stronger than me because he had spent more time in the home country. I, on the other hand, had grown up on the surface, living amongst the humans for years. Not bothering to show myself until I was old enough to attend the high schools. Or live well among others. But it would only be a matter of time before I became more powerful than him.

He looked at me with a questioning look. He didn’t trust me and he was right not to. I wanted to find Emmbla because I wasn’t done with her. She was mine. I marked her the moment I took her virginity. The moment that she let me, the first guy to ever touch her break that barrier that held on to her innocence.

She would be mine again. No matter how long it took me.