(21) The Sword of Rebellion

                                    

                                          

                          
 Be sure to check out Wanted by @TheRachelxo. Here's the descriptipn: Everyone deserved to have a good life, good childhood memories. But not for this girl, Rachel Summers.
                          
 Ever since she was a baby, her parents neglected her. A mother should show their child love but she never did. And so was the father. Her father would come home every night, drunk. Then he would start to beat his own daughter whilst her mother stood there watch and laughed. She cried out. But her father just kept on going abuse for years. Rachel prayed every night, hoping that all this will stop. And hope that one day she'll go out from this house and start a new life on her own in a great big world. Rachel turned eighteen and she decided to move far away from a place that should be called as a Home. Here she stood in a big city. It's so much colder that she thought it would be. She met a guy. His name is Niall Horan. He has blond haired and blue eyes. He was nice towards her. This boy been searching for his long lost princess and now that he has found her... Will she accept him? Will he make her feel love and wanted? And most scariest thing is that ....how she will face that feelings that she never even felt before for her whole life...?
                          
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CHAPTER 21
                          
                Someone once said, “When the sword of rebellion is drawn, the sheath should be thrown away.”
                          
 As I’m draining the blood from the humans’ neck, this is the only thought running through my head.
                          
                My body feels like air. My heart is pounding from the rush of adrenaline. It feels as if my soul has somehow escaped my body; I feel as if I’m beside myself. In this moment, I am a different person. I’m someone who has never been ridiculed. I’m someone who has never dismissed mistreatment. I’m someone stronger, someone worry-free.
                          
                And that’s when I know it’s time to stop. The blood is too compelling, too persuasive, too drug-like for me to consume too much of, in one night. Definitely too sweet. The girl’s body is getting heavy. We’re taking too much from her.
                          
                I opened the sword of rebellion the second I stole blood from her body. The thing is, I don’t want to throw away the sheath. Because if I do, what happens to me? What happens to her? I keep drinking, and she dies. I become a monster. I feed into the towns beliefs about vampires. That’s what happens.
                          
                I close the sword. It takes all my willpower, but I do it. I pull away from her.
                          
I underestimate the power the blood has on me. The second I stop drinking, a wave of nausea washes over me. My knees lose their strength, and I fall back onto the log, trying to use my weak arms for support. I’m so dizzy it’s hard to focus on anything going on around me. But then, so suddenly, it’s gone. It’s replaced by something else.
                          
                Something magical.
                          
                I feel empowered. Everything is so much more vivid. Every sound is clearer, every smell stronger, and every color richer. I feel stronger. Smarter, even. I’m lively…
                          
                Rebellious.
                          
                “It’s magical, isn’t it?”
                          
                Yrek is speaking. His voice cuts through all of our thoughts as if he’s speaking directly in our heads.
                          
                “Just like that,” he whispers. “Everything is different… just like that.”