Man, I had such a strange day.

I was in a supppperrrr weird mood today. Like super edgy and I didn't want anyone to talk to me and I didn't want to talk to anyone and I was such an oddly sad little chicken nugget.. Ever feel like that?

Unknown POV

It was a strange thing, love. It had four letters. Easy to pronounce. And yet, with such simplicity came such passion, complexity and want. I once thought I understood what that meant. But then, I met a five letter word, and my love had diverted itself into the very thing I wanted most. Power.

Some fully believe that power is, and will always be, an egregious thing -- that it will only allow for tyranny. They say that power gets to the mind, and one cannot control it once it infects the brain, and then the heart.

But what if someone could control it?

It's a rather odd question with an ambiguous answer. However, I have every intention of answering the question. Yet in order to do just that, I had to change myself, change myself from who I once was.

At first, it seemed easy, but I was very, very unwilling in the end. It was bitter-sweet. Something so simple for something so great. At one point I wasn't sure I could let go of who and what I was, but I did. How'd I do it, one might just ask?

I squashed love. His heart was a fragile glass figurine, taking the shape of a wolf with pointed legs and a sad tucked tail. I was the boot with spikes that brought my foot down with all my might. The glass broke, shattered even, into a thousand sad, depressed pieces.

Yet after this, the four letter word that held so much within it diminished from my soul, and flew away like a flock of birds that had been stuck in a cage. It had left me the minute I had allowed it to. I realized I was only half way done with answering the question.

It had come to my attention that someone, someone of great power and possibly even love, was slowly picking up those glass shards that would once cut anyone who dared to even hold them. This someone was completely unaware of what she was doing as she single handedly held a fraction of what was once a figurine. My figurine.

And then I wondered. Would she be the answer to my question?

Venus's POV

"I still can't believe you left me at the diner," Will slouched against my brown couch, crossing his arms. His posture reminded me of a child who would hold onto anger for only so long until you showed them love again.

It'd been a week since I'd seen Demetri, and boy was a part of me definitely glad. My burst of courage from the night I told him to 'buy a blow-up doll', was beyond me. I was a strong girl, I liked to think. But to tell someone like Demetri to buy such an obscene item? Parts of me revel in my finest moment of that night while another part of me repeatedly slaps her hand against my forehead asking me what the Hell I was thinking.

"I'd have done it in a heartbeat," Moira added with a shrug as she sipped on her beer.  Will cast her a glare that she couldn't be bothered with.

"I said I was sorry Will. At least I left you a note," I tried with a sympathetic smile. I'd totally thought Will had forgotten about the night I had left my shift to go on a date - of sorts - with Demetri. However apparently he hadn't and decided to make it known after he'd gotten some liquid courage in his veins.

"A note? I didn't even see it till the next morning. Haven't you heard what's going around lately?" He asked. Moira sighed and set her beer back on the small wood table at our feet. I frowned, remembering what my goth friend had told me.

"Yes, I know, a girl went missing a last week," I replied, leaning my head back against the cushions. I couldn't even imagine who she was or who her family was, or if she even had one. They had to have been worried about her. Granted it seemed this was the Getaway Town, a place where everyone ran to escape their problems, surely the family knew.

"Speaking of which," Will said, nodding to the TV. Moira reached for the remote and turned it up so we could hear. An Anchorwoman and her partner were both speaking behind a blue desk with seriously grim expressions on their faces.

"We have little news on the girl, but friends say she was last seen at a party on October 2nd. Her family has agreed to put her picture out in hopes of finding the young 19 year old."

The picture of the girl showed up on the screen, the beer I was once holding, fell to the floor.

Demetri's POV

Allistaire watched me with amusement sparking in his sickly pale eyes. I hadn't seen or heard from Venus in a week. The only memory I could feed off was the awful reminder of the way her eyes glistened with tears in the moonlight, and the way she refused to talk to me when I tried to right my wrong.

Her rejection hurt me physically and my soul felt uneven as though something just wasn't right.

"You know if the Peacekeepers saw you like this they'd know immediately that the two of you are Fated," He teased with a raised brow. I glared at him.

"If the Peacekeepers saw me like this they'd be dead, as will you be if you continue to condescend to me."

Allistaire let out a small snort of a laugh, leaning his head back just enough so that his longer blonde hair fell back against his neck.

"You don't even know her favorite color and she's driving you insane. I think you like this one."

I growled at him from across the room, causing him to silence.

"She's the Guardian. It would be wrong and disrespectful to the Prophecy if she were to be swayed by a higher power with me on it's side."

"Fuck tradition, I always say."

He never says that.

I gave him a pointed stare. Allistaire was everything traditional. From his clothes to his morals, apparently except for his ideals revolving around our kind and the Peackeepers.

"Harry already has his suspicions. He may not make them known but with Morgiana so close to his council I'm sure she'll find out on her soon. Which ultimately means trouble for everyone."

Allistaire crossed his arms as he usually did, and leaned against the pine tree.

"Morgiana is a crazy whore."

I didn't argue. Once, Allistaire had an infatuation with the sinister Peacekeeper, as she did with him. You could almost feel the sexual tension in the air between the two and after they'd had their way with one another, I was told of their feats.

Morgiana was, in Allistaire's words, "A ravenous beast of a woman with no interest but of misery and cruelty." And I'd once heard the two screaming at one another in the hallway at a meeting discussing borderlines and territories between Landon and I. Morgiana exclaimed that he, "Played it safe and should have let her have her way with him the way she wanted it."

I didn't dare ask for details on what that one meant.

"Well let's hope that Harry dies soon, the old bat could break if someone tapped his shoulder," Allistaire quickly changed subjects.

Harry did need to die. He was a major obstacle in a field of fire. Getting around him would be difficult without getting singed. Should Harry die, Reese will take his place. Or at least that was the plan until the boy found out he was Fated to Moira Clear.

Instead, Harry's grandson, Tristan would take his place if Reese refused. Which we all needed Reese to man the hell up and take the old man's place so things could run a bit more smoothly around here.

"One day. I don't know when, but I do know that the world would be better off."

"Yet without him, the Guardian wouldn't be here, now would she?" He asked with a glimmer of humor in his voice.  I glared at him. I didn't need any more reminders of the girl who I'd single handedly pushed away when I needed her at my side for the Great Battle.

"Without him, she'd be safe," I snarled, feeling my anger rise. Venus, she had enough problems as it was. Being a Guardian -- The Guardian -- could very well make or break her.  With her past, I wasn't sure which of the two outcomes she could provide.

"Either way, she doesn't have a choice. One way or another she'd find out more about herself."

I closed my eyes, I didn't want to be thinking of her. But it had been damn near impossible the past week not to. Once again, those shocked and hurt eyes reappeared in my mind and I shook my head.

"We need secure the border again. I won't permit another breach from the Silver Pack. If he does, I will break the Peacekeeper's rule."

"Speaking of rules, who was it that witnessed us and our skirmishes? If it weren't for whoever they were, we wouldn't be on probation."

I sighed.

Venus's POV

It was Taylor, the eccentric, sweet girl I'd met at Brooke's shindig. Her face was plastered on the TV, her smile wide and her eyes crinkling.

"It's said that she was last seen near the Pines-"

I let the TV trail off without my caring. All I could remember of her was the smile on her face at the party as she jumped about with a cup of alcohol in her manicured hands. Sure, I was definitely not a fan when she tried to throw herself at Demetri, but did I wish upon her to get kidnapped? Never.

My stomach dropped and I couldn't help but feel sickened at the though of someone I knew getting abducted.

"Hey, she was at Brooke's, wasn't she?" Moira asked with a frown. Will sighed and downed the rest of his beer.

"She was," I whispered, staring at my hands.

-

I had gone to bed that night dreaming, again.

Someone had been calling my name, over and over again as though they needed me to help them : save them. I ran through what I noticed as a forest, the Pines, the one behind our diner. It was odd to see scenery in my dreams that were apart of my present rather than my past.

I continued to run, faster this time as if I were in more of a hurry. It was strange. I felt in control of this dream. In the others, my body made decisions before my brain could comprehend.

"Venus!" A wild wail sounded off in the trees. I stopped short in a small clearing where no trees lay in my path for a 20 foot diameter. I looked about in the dark shrubs, seeing nothing.

"Help me Venus!" It echoed through the forest to my right where I immediately turned on my heel and ran. I leaped over a small fallen tree and continued to duck under branches of lower pine trees that stood in my way.

"I'm coming!" I called out despite my burning lungs.

The wails and sobs stopped and I was now stranded in the forest.

"You've made a mistake." A voice like a whispering snake sounded off in the shrubbery. A tremor raced down my spine as I now felt like everything was wrong.

"Who's there?" I shouted into the void of a forest.

"You will pick Silver. Should you choose otherwise, everyone will die."

A loud screech, like that of an older woman screaming, shook the ground, causing me to fall and cover my ears while I ground my teeth together in agony. As I fell to the grass, I continued to fall backwards, my feet now in front of me. I was falling into darkness.

I let out a wild scream and clawed the air with my hands as my body continued to fly down this never-ending black hole of oblivion.

My back hit something hard, knocking the wind out of me. I wheezed in pain as my back and lungs suffered from intense impact. I coughed and sputtered, pushing myself up with my elbows. I dug my hand into something almost mushy, but with substance as well. Confused, I looked down and my stomach dropped.

Piles and piles of dead bodies made up a mountain, mangled and bloodied, and I stood promptly on top. I picked up my breathing and felt myself grow sick. I covered my mouth with my hand to stop myself from vomiting, but when I brought my hands up, a thick coat of blood stained them until there was no color left.

I let out a shrill scream and fell backwards off the mountain of bodies.

I shot upright, my breathing heavy and short. I immediately glanced down at my hands and of course, there was nothing that proved out of the norm. I took a deep breath, and squeezed my eyes shut before rubbing them a few times with my knuckles.

That dream, no -- nightmare, was intense. Sweat caked my hairline along with the nape of my neck. Gross.

I got up and decided I would need to shower off the sweat and the nightmare. As I got out of my bed that was a simple mattress on the floor, I glanced at my clock on the nightstand.

Exactly 1 in the morning.

I rubbed my eyes again, before rushing into the shower.

-

I wrapped the light blue towel tighter around my body as I felt around for the light switch in the hallway. A cold draft brushed against my bare shins again, causing me to shiver.

"Damn this weather," I seethed to myself, palming the wall as I continued to walk in the dark. Finally, I came to the arc of my room and pushed open the door to allow myself in. I flipped on the switch and when I saw a man in my room, cloaked in black clothes, I froze, feeling my heartbeat grow louder and louder, racing, faster and faster. My blood sizzled and my hands tingled at my sides, my throat with a lump in it. I forced my mouth open and prepared to scream.

Yet the person looked back at me, revealing to me what looked like indigo colored eyes through hidden black bandanas covering everything but this person's eyes. Probably just the lighting in my room. This person, man or woman, gave me a pointed stare, before suddenly hopping out of my window - which was now broken.

I waited a minute, crumbling to the floor in my towel and breathing hard again. I kept my eyes plastered on the broken window where the wind howled so much outside that the trees swung around in constant confusion.

Woah heyo

So yeah there was a good amount of drama in this little chapter.

So, can I get some thoughts below??

Love ya'll!