Beautiful Monster 2(81)

 
She was too close to the stage not to be dragged up on it, too weak as a human to resist. If our audience saw that something was wrong, they didn’t let on, which is what I was counting on. You can convince an audience that almost anything is part of the show.
 
The second Selene crossed the threshold of the stage, we surrounded her, the music reaching a fevered pitch. It was so loud I couldn’t even hear myself think. The others were human, the Shields keeping them in check. Selene, the mother of the vampires, was of course, not as affected, but I could still see a half inch of fangs, despite her weakened body.
 
And then Sarah’s hand closed around hers and she howled, jerking around. It was almost like Sarah was hurting her.
 
“O’Malley!” she hissed, and Sarah simply grinned, the innocent character of Christine crossed with the devilish grin Sarah put on.
 
“That’s right. You and I have a personal thing, don’t we?” Sarah whispered. “Because I did my research and I’m pretty damn sure you’re the reason that I’m the last of their bloodline. You set us up all those years ago, didn’t you?”#p#分页标题#e#
 
“O’Malley Shields are corrupted trash,” Selene spit out, and Sarah hit her so hard that she drew blood. She was still surrounded by the crowd of supposedly partying vampires, who were now moving closer to the wing where Liam was waiting.
 
“And vampires like you are the reason Shields exist,” Sarah replied, not at all alarmed by the fact that she had probably broken Selene’s nose. In Sarah, I saw power and fury like I never had seen before. Everything seemed to come to a point then, the months of fear and change, the pain of losing her child, of what she had gone through, of the street life she had tried to live and the mask she had worn every day to keep people away from her. She was angry, and I wasn’t going to stop her from taking it out on Selene.
 
“An unexpected guest has invited to your party!” Liam’s voice boomed from up above, and I knew he was about to descend into the crowd.
 
My mistake was looking up, in taking my eyes off Selene and Sarah, off the struggle. Suddenly, I was thrown backwards, slamming into the wall of the wings. I felt pain like I never have before, pain so badly that I couldn’t scream, couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but watch what happened next.
 
Selene now had her arms around Sarah, whose veins were bulging with the focus on keeping her human. Liam dropped down and skidded to me, completely changing the scene, not that I cared. I felt like I was moving underwater, my brain wasn’t processing what was happening in front of me. Liam reached up to rip off his mask and I heard a crash.
 
Turning my head as if it weighed a hundred pounds, I saw my father standing there, a tray he had been carrying dropped from his hands at the sight of Liam’s vampiric face, at the sight of me, at the scene. He stood open mouth, staring.
 
“Dad! NO!” I had no idea if I actually got those words out, or if I just thought them. Darkness was flooding my vision.
 
Selene broke free of Sarah, and I could see the fangs begin to grow again.
 
And then it was my worst nightmare. In the exact same place where we had watched Porsche’s life fade away, by the exact same monster, I saw it happen again. Selene moved too fast for any of us, and without so much as a second thought, grabbed my father and sunk her teeth into his neck.
 
“NO!” I knew that word came out, because I saw Sarah’s head twist towards me, and her eyes widen in shock before she threw herself forward, managing to grab Selene again. Liam hit her in the back of the head, and she dropped like a stone into his arms. My father’s body headed straight for the ground. But my mother caught him.
 
I had dreamed about this moment all my life, seeing my parents together. She looked absolutely beautiful, almost glowing, and I wondered if she was a ghost or an angel. Whatever she was, she was being kept solid by Sarah’s presence. She held my father’s head in her lap, stroking his cheek until his eyes fluttered open. It was the most beautiful, peaceful thing I had ever seen, their eyes meeting and a thousand unsaid words passing between them. It would have been perfect, had my eyes not dropped and seen the blood pouring from his neck, his jugular torn open.
 
My father was going to die, and I knew it. I tried to move, and found that I couldn’t. Something felt very odd.
 
Slowly, I looked down, not wanting to see. And found out why I couldn’t move.
 
Protruding through my white ballerina costume was a spike that was normally used to tie a rope and rig open the curtains. It was sticking straight through my stomach. Blood spilled all over and onto the floor. It was almost like I was watching myself, in a dream. Nothing felt real. This couldn’t be real. That couldn’t be my blood on the floor.