What You Mean To Me;The Promise

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Disclaimer: I do not own The Hills Have Eyes. The main Characters Victoria, Vincenza, And Kelsi are however all figments of my own imagination. (RATED M FOR MATURE) A continuation of the first story. I could not stay away. You may not have a clue what is going on here if you have never read the first story, just an FYI to readers! I'am glad to be back. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy enjoy.

The beginning of this story refers back to chapter sixteen of the original story. I STRONGLY advise you take a look back it it, there may have been something you did not fully grasp the concept of. 3

By the way, There are different transitioning periods! Every time you see this " ::: " There is a different scene, not too far into the future, but far enough, (Less than six months) For this chapter at least. You will be notified if it's giant time leap. This is however not.

"Distant, so far, destiny is selecting me,"

"I can't be strong, life is disconnecting me,"

"Now loneliness infecting me,"

"Gone are the days,"

"You were there protecting me,"

"So cold, so alone."

~Dead By April

CHAPTER ONE: "HOSPITALIZED"

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The painted halls of the building were dark. Dark, and very much cold. They were a tundra color, a bright iced blue with glazed white tiles.

Not one peep was heard in the lobby, not a whisper in the intensive care center, and not a sound on the operating table. All mouths sealed tightly, all eyes focused intensely on the story teller. Eyes filled with tears, eyes full of rage and hate. There were just no words to describe such a scenario. A woman to the corner of the table silently wept for the unfortunate child under anaesthetic. Doctors exchanged hopeless glances, the glint that a life savour would once have in their eyes, had now completely disappeared . A hazy Gray fog took the place of it. Emptiness. There was not much they could do anymore for the once pregnant teen on the hospital table. She was losing it slowly. The slower the loss of her life, the slower the hearts broke.

Surprisingly, the girl who lay on the hospital table cracked a smile through parched, dry lips, voicing in a raspy tone, continuing to tell her tale. Her tale was one of The hills of course. All about it, Sector sixteen, and the test village in the making. Not only had she told her story, but she told theirs aswell. Where it all began, and where it would all end.

Before entering the hospital, or becoming deathly ill, she had found herself in the previous weeks taking the liberty to pick up old newspapers, clips, or remains of what may have been an old magazine. Some titled Bizarre things "Plane Crashes In The New Mexico Desert, No Bodies, No Survivors" or something such as the typical "Family Never Found". There was of course, those old tales of vanishing Hitch-hikers, but no one did ever care enough to put it in the news paper, obviously they weren't of an "Importance" Since no one had known of them, and they had no definite home to call their own. Despite all the mysterious headlines, One had caught her eye, about a young woman and her boyfriend out for a trip. Todd Havoc, and Christina Bradshaw. Easy enough for her to figure it out. The girl was brunette, she had the biggest saucer green eyes known to earth, the name had to be read in between the lines, "Christina Bradshaw" Nina. Christina Bradshaw was the girl once known as Nina. This made the woman think back to what really happened in New Mexico, she needed to think. She needed to remember all of the events, even if they were minor. Christina Bradshaw known as Nina, was pregnant. She had died giving birth to a child only known by the name of "Persephone." Or at least that was what the storyteller on the operating table had noted, no specific features were listed, no other names. Persephone was not a code name. Neither were the names Hades, Chameleon,Ruby Big mama, Big Brain, goggle, Jupiter, Cyst, Pluto or Lizard. They were all real names, of real people. Though doctors and critics who had asked her about them were rather Skeptical. But, the Blonde haired girls scars were the first to prove them wrong. There was no self infliction there, and her friends had the same exact story. Same exact names, same exact places, or injuries. Still, The place known as the Hills was not acknowledged to ever exist.

Still the government wanted to deny any beings could possibly live there. Investigations were conducted, plenty. The found no known villages, or mines that were inhabited by living people. Or any body's, just a good old ghost story to scare you at night. The only town they found was deserted, not far from a beat down gas station.

Sector sixteen did not exist.

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Her heart welted as she shrouded herself farther into her black clothing, her slim fingers trembling on top of the cold plate of the gravestone. The flesh of her fingers bruising from gripping the granite so violently, and desperately. The net covering her eyes, which were large when she cried, wasn't enough to hid the tears that streamed down her face. Her long curly Blonde hair stuck to her back in the rain, as she pressed her forehead against the stone sobbing in quiet mutters, only asking the world why? Why did it have to be her.

"Victoria.." The girls mother urged placing a hand on her shoulder in comfort. She had never seen a person so mortally torn emotionally, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to understand what her daughter was feeling at the time, it wasn't her burden to bare, it wasn't her baby.

On the grave stone, the letters embedded were "Vincenza" No middle, or last name, since Victoria had kindly insisted there was a purpose behind there not being one. She had just lost her child, it wasn't even three weeks, it hadn't lived to see the sunshine, or it's mothers face. But god, Victoria saw her daughters face. Her dying daughters face, and not only that, she felt her last breath, in her arms. it was the worst feeling in the world. Though she had never got the chance to know her daughter Vincenza, never got to have a conversation with her, or tell her that she loved her, Somehow, she suspected the baby knew. Perhaps the saddest part of the whole ordeal was that Victoria never knew she was pregnant. Being famished, malnourished, and beaten for so long, there was no apparent sign, nothing out of the ordinary that gave away that she was. The part that perhaps killed her the most, was that she had been carrying it for so long, so long, nearly a year inside of her, and never got the chance to treat it right, give her what she needed to survive and make it out alive. That is why the baby had died, that is why Victoria herself nearly left the world along with her. It was the simple fact no one had known, not Kelsi, not Summer, Or Victoria herself. Let alone she rurally remembered how she had gotten pregnant. Yet, there was another who still wasnt aware on Vincenza's existence, not that it was any significance now because she had passed, But someone who helped create her and had never let the thought cross their mind, that they were going to be a parent, what they had always wanted to be, a father.

Her eyes were swelling terribly between the dark makeup, and her contacts, it burned like nothing she had ever felt before. Her hands shaken, and defeated shot back to rip the hand that was placed kindly on her shoulder clear off. Glassy brown eyes full of heart break, and pure feral resentment glared at the being who had attempted to console her. Her hand clenched around her mothers, her real mothers hand, peering directly into her copper orbs. The look she flashed her was intensified by a long shot in the darkened sky which looked like a mural, painted of pastel oranges and dark purples, it was a sight that no one knew what to make of.

"You don't know what it's like.." The golden haired beauty hissed between her clenched jaw.

And it was true, her mother would never understand. Where was she when all of this had happened? Why hadn't she supported her when she was giving birth to Vincenza, why wasn't she there? And why did she not want her to keep the child? A newborn child is the most pure, uncorrupted and beautiful grace possible to welcome itself into the world. It does not choose to be born, the same way it does not choose to be evil, or be deformed, it simply happens. Mother is god is the eyes of a child. Sometimes mothers punish us, and we sometimes don't know why, and sometimes mothers set rules that don't make sense, but no matter what, a mother should always without further warning be there for her child, especially in such desperate times. There is no other person who's job is to guide you more than her. And that was it.

Her mother "Laurie" gave her a gravity defying look, her nose curled up in disgust, like she was the one being hurt like this, like she was the one who had to suffer, and shifted her black umbrella over her daughters head to shield her from the rain.

"The child wasn't right, it was meant to live a short life, if it continued to live in the condition is had been born with, it would have been miserable, it's life would have been an all out purgatory, you do know that?" She questioned a bit flustered with her daughters stubborn reaction to stay by her grave. She didn't want this to be painful for anyone, then again, she didn't want to remember the sight of the child. It was not normal, not something her "Perfect little daughter" would have. Truth was, Laurie was stuck in a fantasy world.

Victoria felt her heart leap right up out of her skin, as she jumped up and immediately slapped her mother across the face. She held her hand there breathing heavily, as her mother stared wide eyed without any words.

"How dare you!" Victoria scolded. "For heaven sakes that was your grandchild!- My daughter!" She protested angrily, bringing both of her hands to her chest to represent Vincenza as her own.

Her mother swallowed a large lump in her throat, the palm of her hand trailing up to her face to rub the new welt that had formed. Her fingers tilted down her black suede Scala Teardrop in response to her daughters actions, covering her eyes. Eye contact was out of the question now. Her mother parched her chin up high, and pulled the umbrella away from her soaked daughter, shielding herself as she stood tall in her dark gown. As she turned her head to leave the presence of Victoria her mother uttered,

"I see you've picked up more than just a baby in New Mexico."

With that, she turned her back on her daughter aristocratically, and marched forward.

Victoria's brown eyes immediately shut tightly at her mothers rather rude remark. Whatever she may say, she had brought that slap upon herself, and Victoria certainly did not, and would not ever take it back. commenting on Victoria's behavior, or strength at her own granddaughters funeral, just proved she hadn't cared one bit about the tiny infant or herself, and she wasn't worth arguing with. Soon enough she'd be back on her flight to Michigan, and none of this would matter to her, since she had never fully considered Vincenza to be alive, she had never even given her the chance to be called a human,

A girl about Victoria's size stepped out of the shadows, her long brown streaked hair pulled back in a queens style bun. Her face also done up heavily with a pale lip lining. Her dark arms outstretched for Victoria, small beads of tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

"It's alright..It's okay.." She whispered in reassurance, stroking the blondes curly hair as she broke down.

"Vincenza knows you love her, she knows, believe me she does."

Victoria pulled out of the embrace, a half hearted smile appealing her face as she wiped a fresh tear from her cheek, "Thank you Kelsi, thank you."

Having her there was all that she could ask for.

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The lights of the large house went out, dim red candles were set around the dining room table in the shape of the number "Eighteen" The room was filled with a silence, as the flames flickered back and forth. The only light in the absence of the flames was the moonlight seeping through the large three windows that overlooked the city below it. Three stories up high, where no one could bother them.

Girls, and boys glanced at each other back and forth, with large smiles on their faces, holding camera's others baggies with colorful tissue paper.

"Close your eyes!" One girl suggested, but all that her words came out like were a fogged whisper.

"On the count of three!" One man shouted his voice sounding even more distance, growing further, and further away.

"One!" The party goers chanted as they gazed at the clock, giggling was heard all throughout the room.

"Two!" They all screamed louder clustering closer to the fame.

"Three!" They screeched as the Blonde blew out her candles roughly, missing a few at first and having to go back to repeat the same action of blowing them out. Her laugh struck the room jovially as her friends teased her for missing the last two candles.

"you're not sixteen any more! Blow those two out!" Kelsi insisted clapping her hands together leading her on.

Victoria rolled her eyes, a smile crossed her face, as she elegantly blew the last two out, the lights coming on as she did, cheering was heard.

"Happy eighteenth birthday baby girl!" The brown haired girl cheered, pretending to wrap her arms around the girl from behind, for an embrace, when in reality she had plans to send her face first into the birthday cake.

Kelsi looked around, her deep hazel eyes peering at all the friends surrounding the table, Mitch, Jazzmen, Kylie, Cassie, Dakota, Jake, Marissa and so on. Everyone was there, like good ol' there was one person missing, they would have to make the best out of the party anyways, there was no looking back on the past, only the future. They would have to make the best of it.. without her.

The boys Dakota and Mitch gave a swift nod of their heads, as kelsi silently questioned behind Victoria "Should I do it?"

With their agreements towards her actions in mind, Kelsi unsuspectingly pushed her face into the cake. Victoria let out a loud squeal, and Kelsi let out an uncontrollable snort of laughter, running of to Dakota and Mitch high fiving them.

Victoria brought her head up, cake smothered in her hair, and frosting on her eyebrows,nose, and cheeks.

"This is so gross!" She whined.

"I hate you!" She teased, pulling out a chunk of cake and tossing it at her. The piece of cake splattered on Kelsi's golden party dress. She pulled back away from the cake, with a smug smile on her face, closing her hands over her mouth, as kelsi examined her dress.

"really now?" kelsi asked enthusiastically, holding her long dress, as she hopped up on the table, her high heels shaking the table as she balanced beneath the chandelier. Within a split second, everyone, boys and girls were grabbing a piece of the giant birthday cake and tossing it at each other. Victoria hiked up the bottom of her Emerald green frilled dress, tieing it in a knot just above her knees, running right out of the room, as kelsi charged after her with two fist fulls of cake.

"Don't!" Victoria pleading merrily running about the house, as kelsi kicked off her clear stilettos chasing after her.

"This was an expensive dress! It's only fair!" Kelsi insisted cornering her by the white leather couch, and running her hands full of cake down the front of Victoria's dress. Victoria let out a loud huff. The cake came right out of the freezer no less then twenty minutes ago, it was jumped up and down childishly trying to shake the cold away, while Kelsi wiped her hands in a job well done.

"Just wait till you're twenty!" Kelsi insisted sticking a cake covered finger in the air.

"You just wait!"

Victoria flashed her an incredulous look, making her way over the mini fridge, and pulling out a bottle of red wine, her fingers clasped around to cork in attempt to pull it off, when she did not succeed with that, shit wrapped her teeth around it, and a "pop" Sound was heard, wine came fizzing from every direction it was music to her ears, and it almost sounded as good as their friends screams of joy in the other room.

"Is that a threat? let me remind you, you haven't even turned eighteen yet, so you just, you wait." Victoria noted confidently taking swigs of wine clear from the bottle. Kelsi gave a scoff of protest, her hand motioning to the wine.

"And you're not even twenty one! How'd you get that?" Victoria took another long gulp, a smile over her face, and her thumb raised up in accomplishment.

"Don't you you worry about it." She assured, offering her friend the bottle.

The brown haired girl took it in her hands, examining it, occasional cake and frosting crumbs would smear on it, as she turned the bottle in her hand. Thankfully, the girls had lived their dream, and what they had promised to do in the past, live together, came true. Victoria got day shift, Kelsi worked night shift at her aunts bakery. They had done this for nearly a year,and earned quite a nice fair of money, but they did however, get the assistance of their parents, often times when they were in need of money, Kelsi's mother, Or Victoria's father would lend it to them. The girls would always pay them back.

It worked out perfectly, because eventually over time, they earned enough money to rent a third floor apartment of a beach front condo. The one in which they currently lived. It was a slick re cooperation, and a heavy upgrade from where they once "lived"

"I want tattoos, lots of them." Victoria said breaking the silence.

"We'll get them, see how much birthday money you've gotten before spending the rents money first." She insisted.

"We'll get a matching one of something." She spat out corkily. However, that was not what Victoria had in mind. She wanted to be swallowed by them, at least her back. She hadn't fully decided how much space she wanted them to take up, but after all the years of anticipating to turn eighteen, she had all the designs planned out.

Kelsi's face lit up, glaring at the bottle, quickly changing the subject. "We should have a toast."

Victoria looked at her a little dumbfoundedly, "A toast to what?" She cackled beneath her breath.

Kelsi shifted a bit uneasily before replying, "To Summer."

Victoria's heart dropped, she clasped her hands together in a praying position, placing them right on top of her chest.

Summer was no longer with the two girls, by that meaning Summer had passed away. When the girls returned from the Hills,

Summer had not only had an abortion, but she had been diagnosed with Black Lung Disease. It had been suspected to come from the mines,

she was there for at least a good couple weeks before Victoria could actually come save her, and in that time, she had contracted the disease, and been taken advantage of. Though she had never told anyone about it. Victoria suspected now, it was because she wanted Kelsi and herself to stay strong, or she did not want to believe the fact that she was herself. When she was tested, she got rid of the "monstrosity" in no time, no one had advised her to go through with it, she was beginning to become very ill, and her sickness would affect the baby t a very hight cost regardless. No objections were heard on Kelsi's or Victoria's part, because they were almost positive, they knew who the father was, and he was no a person they wanted to remember.

Kelsi moved somberly back into the dining room, the room was alot calmer then it had been, and all eyes were on her, they had probably been wondering where the birthday girl had been. Victoria took part in the toast right behind Kelsi, her arms crossed over her chest heart felt.

"If I could have everyones attention.." Kelsi demanded, raising a glass and the wine.

"I would like to have a toast for our beloved friend Summer, who we hold in our hearts to this day, for her out standing bravery, courage, beauty, and will power to move on. She will always be remembered forever, living on as a legacy, in our hearts, and in the hearts of many others, may her spirit live on!"

The room full of people tilted their hands down for a moment, giving an all due moment of respect for her by halting the talking, soon enough coming to arise raising up their glasses, with the same gleam of love, and hope That Kelsi had in her eyes.

"For Summer!" They cheered, clanging their glasses together neatly.

Victoria stayed behind, one of her fingers pressed inside her mouth nibbling reluctantly at her nail. Her hand traced down to her stomach, holding it there, giving a nod of her head, and the raise of her champagne glass.

"For you Summer." She whispered.

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A/N: Yep, Victoria was pregnant, she did lose the child. Summer was obviously pregnant aswell. Kelsi got out empty handed, lucky girl. There's a few things i'd like to address,

The reason this is titled "The Promise" Is Victoria's vow to Ruby, she told her she would come back for her. She intends keeping that promise. This is taking place AFTER the carters were slaughtered, When Victoria, Kelsi, and Summer left, the carters came along. You're going to notice there are some major changes about the mutants, and the way they live.

Please review,and I hope you enjoyed.

R.I.P Summer.