New Story: What's the Difference?

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"I hate you."
"Your point?"
"No point. I just felt like saying it as a reminder."

I sighed, and rolled my eyes. "I get it, you douchebag. You hate me." he stared at me for a few moments longer, and opened his mouth about to speak. I shut it. " 'I still hate you.' Is what you were going to say, right?" he nodded slowly. Right then, at that moment. This annoyingly handsome guy, Sage Lyle, had made a death sentence. And I was the executioner.

I stared at him, then jumped him, grabbing his throat. "DON'T YOU EVER JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP? MY GOD, YOU ARE LIKE A BROKEN RECORD I WANT TO STRANGLE YOU! THIS IS LIKE A BIRTHDAY PRESENT TO ME. GUESS WHAT? I HATE YOU, TOO!" I screamed banging his head on the tiled floor. His eyes rolled back in his head slightly, and I stopped, panting. What. What did I just do...? I thought, dazed by anger and humiliation. Everyone in the classroom stared at me in horror. Then he got up, blood dripping from his hair.

He laughed, "Finally. You exploded." I stared again, incredulous. Then slowly, started banging his head on the tiles again, my face a cool mask, and unaffected by the energy being taken to bang his head on the ground. I was enjoying myself. Why feel tired?

After I was done, he coughed up a little blood then groaned. "My head hurts..." he murmured, thoughfully as if noticing for the first time. "No shit, sherlock." I snapped. He grinned. "Do you want an early funeral?" I asked. Instead he gently placed me aside from where I was sitting on top of him, and dragged me to the hallway. I was silent the whole time. I was exhausted and tired, for whatever reason. What? It's not that much work to-nevermind...
In the hallway, he stared at me. Me sitting atop the small window sill and him right beside me hands outstretched behind him. He's so carefree... And I only just strangled him.... I sat there, hands arrogantly placed in my pockets, staring straight ahead, burning a hole in the wall. "Hey." I kept staring at the wall. "What?" I could feel his eyes burning into me. "I love you. You know that right?" I shrugged, then started choking. "What." He was looking straight at me. "I love you." I felt my cheeks heat up and jerked my head away. "No. You hate me." I stated, stupidly, avoiding eye contact. "No. I love you."  He stated.

Oh, wow... I thought miserably. His clear sea-blue eyes were completely serious, as he looked at me. That look... Just wow. He stared. Truly stared, as if he was so sure of himself, so unbelievably honest and serious that no one on this Earth could doubt him. In all the time we were kids, he hadn't looked like that. I choked, slightly, then recovered quickly, giving the same look. Though, with myself, it was less likely to be taken seriously.

"Your point?" At that point, he choked. It was sad to see. I didn't hate him. In fact, I loved him, too. But whether I loved him as more than a friend was a different story. And a false story at that, so there was no point debating it. I tilted my head to the side, and gave a small smile. In any other situation, it may have been considered 'gentle'. In this one, it was not quite up to par with the word: gentle. His jaw tightened, and I began to see the tendons in his neck pull significantly. In a moment he was in front of me, pinning my forearms to the glass.

He narrowed his eyes at me once, and gave me the coldest glare possible. The look itself was mixed with hatred and a delicate sense of hurt. It made my eyes widen. And then he kissed me.

Chapter 4:

Kieran's head throbbed painfully and he crouched down, trying to keep away from the pain. Lawrence! What the hell is happening to us?! All Kieran could hear was Lawrence's thoughts. He was sobbing mentally. What did you see, Lawrence? Kieran tried to make his voice soothing, but instead it came out as strained and worried. He grunted. The pain flood into his mind, battering him and attacking him like a violent storm. It was Aleria's scream. But it was from the past. Many, years ago when she was young. They couldn't quite tell what was happening, but Kieran had a feeling that Lawrence had seen something horrific happen to her. Kieran felt like it would invade her privacy if they saw it. Accidently or not. Kieran struggled to pull Lawrence out from the subconscious and back to the conscious of their mind. Lawrence, whatever you do, don't look! YOU IDIOT, DON'T-But it was too late. Lawrence had saw it. He had saw the murder. He had saw the rape. He had saw Aleria in the middle of it all.

Kieran's eyes widened, as tears escaped them. They were tears for Aleria. Tears that had never been shed for himself, and tears for Lawrence. "Aleria..." he whispered. Aleria... He called. He was trying to grasp the telepathic link to her. The link she, herself, had tried to sever. She rejected it, repeatedly. Violently. Kieran's head throbbed and he began to go into a sort of daze. Flashes of it all spread from Lawrence to him. He didn't want to see. He truly didn't. He didn't want to see Aleria upset if he couldn't comfort her, and love her. He didn't want her tainted. He felt such an anger at the thought.

How could someone do something so brutal to someone so fragile and kind? Rape her? At that moment, Kieran vowed to rid the world of the man who did that to her. To even touch the woman he loved... All of a sudden, it changed. There was an odd sort of calm. What had happened?

-

I watched in horror as the man touched my mother. Killed her. Father, too. There was a sickly realization. He had stabbed them with a stake. Over... and over... and over again. I sat there, and watched in the basement. He had put us in some sort of shield. We were helpless. Father and mother were dead. They weren't coming back. He was a vampire slayer. But an evil one. He was evil, and I hated him. I was a weak child, I couldn't do anything for myself, though I wasn't human. Nothing. I was useless. So he took advantage of me. It hurt so much. As he pounded into me and banged my head on the table, I wouldn't let tears fall. He wouldn't see them. I wouldn't let him. Then I killed him. Why not? He was a horrible man. He made me sick, thinking about him. He deserved to die. But... I felt like he didn't. But I killed him anyway. At that moment, everything inside me had awakened.

-

I walked in circles around my bedroom, trying to ignore what they were seeing as it was transferred to me. But I couldn't take it anymore. I ran and in a few seconds I was at the mansion, Lawrence lived in. I was watching Kieran sitting on the ground from behind him. "It's been years since I've been in here, Kieran." I murmured, looking around. In reality, I was terrified. I shielded that from them, though. "Don't fake it, Aleria." I gave an innocent smile, and a slight blink. "What are you talking about?" I asked, simply, my gaze turning hard and accusing. Kieran growled and pushed me up against the wall. "Don't play games with me, Aleria." I gave a small laugh. "Aleria." I smiled, "What?" He stared at me for a few moments. "I love you." My jaw clenched. "I don't love you." I smiled. He smiled back. "Then explain this." he said, looking her straight in the eye as my heartbeat raced. It was doubling every minute.

"Hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"Your heartbeat."
"Yes."
"That's my fault."