I was dreaming again, but the kind of dream was very vivid, which meant one person brought me to this dream. Damon.
I looked around my surroundings and saw that this time it was not the woods but seemed to be a bedroom. The walls were a cream colour, and the bed was a double with white sheets. I moved towards the cabinet, wondering if there was a clue as to where I was. As I moved closer, the door slammed open, and guess who was standing there? Damon. I sighed as he came forward in a towel! What the hell?
“Nice to see you, Claire,” he said, smiling at me.
“What do you want?” I snapped.
“Now there's no reason to be nasty.”
“Where are we?” I asked, avoiding his comment.
“Well… Look around you, Claire, a bed, a bathroom... room service,” his smile widened.
“A hotel. You brought me to a hotel!” I raised my voice higher and clenched my hands into a fist.
“No. I was already in a hotel, so this is where you ended up.”
“What?” I was confused.
He sighed and then explained, "Wherever I am, I can close my eyes and know that you are asleep and drag you to where I am. Like when we were in the woods, I was already there. Make sense now?”
"Kind of. So am I dreaming now?"
"Yes, but you can still get hurt in a dream."
"Is that a threat?" I asked.
"Of course not, Claire bear," he frowned at what I said.
"Don't call me that!"
He looked shocked for a moment, but then hid it.
"So where have you been?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Skipping school?"
I lowered my head and looked at my feet.
"I was just go away,Damon!"
"Claire?" he asked, and sooner than I thought, he was standing right next to me.
"Claire?"
"Can you put some clothes on?" I said, as I had to admit, that he had a nice body.
"Sure," he winked, and I rolled my eyes. He walked back out the door. I wanted to go, but I was sure even if I walked out that door, I would still be in the dream. I started to think about what was going to happen when I woke up. How could I explain to them that I let Fayte die? and I couldn't even tell them without crying. I was already crying. I was upset when I thought about Fayte. I was angry at the people who killed him. I wanted them to feel the pain I felt.
"Claire?" I looked up to see Damon fully dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I couldn't help but stare.
"Claire?" he said again, waving his hand in front of my face.
I snapped back to reality. "What?" I asked.
"You have been staring at me for at least ten minutes. I know I'm amazing, Claire-"
"I need to wake up," I said silently.
"Huh?" he said, confused.
"I need to wake up," I said louder.
"Claire, what is up with you?"
"Just wake me up, Damon!"
"Claire, whatever it is-"
"I want to wake up!" I snapped at him, making him look hurt, but I had to wake up. to tell them what happened to Fayte.
He sighed, and then sooner than I thought, I woke up in my bedroom gasping for air. I realised that a pair of strong arms were wrapped around me, making me unable to breathe. I turned around as much as I could to see Jason asleep. He looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake him up by moving. So I stayed there, just looking at him. I know it was weird, but he seemed so at peace. I raised my hand as I began to move the hair on his face. When his hand grabbed my wrist.
"Claire?" He said this while opening his eyes.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"What are you doing?"
"I-" I started to say, but I sat up from the bed and shook my head.
"Claire, it's okay," he said, getting up and putting his hands around my waist again. I moved my hands around his neck and rested on his chest. when someone came charging through the door.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" Helen said this and began to walk out.
"It's fine," I said, getting away from Jason and getting out of bed. As I did, I swayed a bit, nearly falling down.
"Claire, what are you doing? get in bed." Jason said, holding a hard grip on my wrist.
"No! We need to talk," I said, fighting back the tears.
"About what?" Helen asked, looking like she knew the answer but didn't want to know.
I sighed and looked down at my socks on my feet.
"Fayte," I mumbled.
"Claire, we shouldn't," Helen began.
"I know you are all upset and mad at me-"
"We are not mad at you, Claire!" Helen said.
I ignored that and carried on what I was about to say: "We need to find the guys who did this!"
"Claire, I know you are upset, we all are-" Jason said.
"No, I don't want to!" I snapped and walked to my bathroom, holding on to my stomach.
"Claire, you can barely stand on your feet," Jason said, getting up from the bed and coming closer to me.
"I'm fine, Jason," I said and grabbed a bra, underwear, a pair of jeans, and my all-time low top, as I still had the bloody clothes from yesterday. I tried to avoid the pain rushing through me.
"Claire stop!" Jason snapped at me. I didn't reply and walked to the bathroom door, but Jason grabbed me by the wrist and slammed me on the wall, making me drop my clothes in shock.
"Claire, look at me!" He snapped at me, making me instantly look at him. I looked at his face to see that he was really mad at me, and I wasn't that surprised. Pain rushed through my shoulder as he grabbed me harder. I flinched, and his face changed into regret as he saw me flinch, and his hands loosened on my shoulder. but he still seemed a bit mad. I turned my head again, looking at the door, remembering Helen was there, but she was gone. Weird.
"I told her to go," he said. I looked up in shock. Can he read minds?
"Can you-"
"No Claire I can't! but I don't want to talk about me reading minds."
I raised my head higher. "About what, then?" I snapped, not sure why I did.
"God Claire! You are the stupidest girl I have ever met."
"Thanks," I mumbled.
"I'm not finished." I sighed as he carried on.
"First of all, you meet me by trying to save a woman's life who was a stupid blonde," I might add. Then you tell us you have cancer and act all crazy by not doing something about it. and after that, you made friends with werewolves, and on the same day, you nearly got killed by Cynthia, the head of the vampire laws and now vampire hunters. Oh, and I forgot to mention my brother. Now you are in pain, and you are not resting, making me worry sick about you. I lost my friend yesterday, Claire. I don't want to lose you too."
I looked into his blue eyes, with a tint of red appearing in them.
"I didn't- I'm so sorry." I lowered my head and began to cry all over again. He let go of my shoulders and grabbed me into a nice, warm hug, making me calm down a bit.
"I'm so sorry-"
"Me too," he mumbled. We held each other for a while until I began to calm down.
Jason stepped away from me, picked up my clothes, and gave them to me. "Get changed and come back here. You were right. We need to talk about Fayte," he said firmly. I nodded in agreement and walked into the bathroom.
I removed my bloody clothes and stepped into the shower, and the hot water hit me and ran down my body. making me shiver as it did. I looked down at my feet to see blood swirling around them, and the blood was going down the drain. As soon as all the dried-up blood was off my body, I shampooed my hair and washed my body with shower gel. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in the towel. I walked to the mirror to see deep scratches on my face and neck, and one of them was still bleeding. I looked like hell. I turned away from the mirror and began to change into my clothes. As soon as I did, I felt much better. I walked out of the bathroom to see Jason standing at the foot of my bed, looking down at his feet, but he lifted his head straight away when I came through the door.
I began to make my way to Jason as water dripped from my hair to the floor.
"Are you okay? - Of course you're not okay." I shook my head and stepped towards him.
"I'm fine. Thanks for asking Claire." He forced a smile, and I flinched as he did.
"I think we- I'm going downstairs to tell you what happened," I said, stopping myself a couple of times trying to use the right words.
"Claire?"
I snapped my head up and stared into his eyes. "Yeah?" I asked.
"What- Yeah, we should go and-"
"Yeah," I nodded, headed for the door, and walked out with Jason on my trail. We walked down the hallway and went to the stairs. I stepped down, making my feet hurt and my stomach tighten, but I continued walking down the stairs, trying not to hold my stomach. When suddenly I got picked up, my feet left the ground, and I was being carried in Jason's arms.
"Next time, Claire, tell me you're in pain." Jason said it with a glum face.
Once we got down the stairs, he set me down but grabbed hold of my hand, making my stomach flutter like little butterflies were trying to get out. My heart began to beat faster as soon as we stepped into the living room. I gasped when I saw Helen's tears running down her face and Shane's arms wrapped around her. Blake was on the other side of the couch. He looked up as soon as we walked in. The worst thing you can do in a situation like this is just stand there, and that is exactly what I did. Jason still had hold of my hand, so he pulled me to the other sofa. As I sat down, Helen came running up to me and embraced me in a very tight hug, making Jason let go of me. I hugged her back, and she began to cry more, making a single tear drop on my face. I wanted to do what Helen was doing and just cry in sorrow, but I needed to push back my feelings and concentrate on the bigger picture. Fayte.
"Helen?" Shane said, and she looked up at him but still had hold of me, crushing my bones.
"We know it's hard, but we need to discuss what happened to Fayte," Shane said. Helen let out a sob as he said his name, making me feel really guilty. A couple of minutes later, Helen finally calmed down and let go of me. No one talked for quite a long time. The silence was killing me, so I had to say something.
"His name is Jessie."
"Who?" Blake asked.
"Jessie is the leader, and there was a guy called Luke who was attacking me, and then the other guy, John, he killed." I stopped there, not wanting to say his name.
"Jessie?" Shane asked. I nodded in response.
"Doesn't he sound familiar?" Blake asked Jason.
"Yes, we know him. He was the same person who tried to kill my brother," Jason replied. I gasped as he said that.
"How did- what? Wait." I was lost for words.
"Bigger picture here, Caire we will tell you that later. Where did you meet him?" Shane asked, giving a glance at Helen before staring at me.
"I mean, around the corner of the hospital, that alley," I said, looking down at my hands, which I kept fiddling with.
"You went down an alley!" Jason snapped with a mean look on his face.
"Jason! Concentrate. We will shout at her after." Shane said. nice, really nice, but I suppose I do deserve it.
jason sighed "Why did they keep you alive and not Fayte?" shane asked. Helen gasped and stormed over where Shane sat.
"How the hell can you say that!?" Helen snapped.
"I didn't mean it like-" Shane started to say.
"Yeah, but it came out like that. Have you even asked if she is okay? Or did you just want to know about the vampire hunters? I'm pretty sure Claire is hurt and in pain much more than we are, but no, you have to ask her questions and snap at her for doing nothing wrong! Look at her, Shane. She has deep scratches on her face. She looks like she has been in hell and back. you stupid-"
"Helen! We need to find out the information so the guys who did this to Fayte can make their comeback! So shut it," Blake snapped, making me look up at him, shocked.
"I can't listen to this," Helen snapped at Blake and Shane, then walked out of the door. I looked at Shane, who seemed upset, but then his face changed in a serious way.
"I don't know why they killed him and not me, but they said I was human, and I don't think they actually wanted to kill me-"
"How can you even say-" Jason began to shout at me.
"-they wanted information about why I was with Fayte." I finished off my sentence.
"They wanted information?" Shane asked.
"Yes. About why I knew who he was and, like, do I know where other vampires live."
"Did you tell-" Jason began to say.
"Did I tell them?" I said finishing him off. They all nodded in response.
"... No, I didn't." I whispered in a low voice and looked up to see three shocked faces.
hey, you guys 🙂 sorry for taking so long to keep the story going. had a lot to deal with these last few months. but hoping to get as many chapters out as possible from now on. xoxo
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