I've been distracted with my Lost Boys stories and I forgot about the sequel I promised for Never Say Never! Well, after the long wait, here it is! I've been debating what the point of view should be, and I settled on being mostly Demetri and some Felix, since all of the last one was Felix. Anyways, hope you enjoy
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does. If I owned Twilight Bella would not end up with Jacob or Edward; Jasper and Edward would skip down the street holding hands and Alice and Bella would be making out in their room. Hehe…
Does it hurt, to know I'll never be there
Bet it sucks seein' my face everywhere
It was you who chose to end it like you did
I was last to know, you knew
Exactly what you would do, and don't say
You simply lost your way
She may believe you but I never will
Never again
I tried not to think of him, I honestly did. The people I was around thought I had forgotten him and everything that happened nearly two hundred years ago. They pretended that they didn't remember anything, but I could see when they fell silent or their eyes twinkled a little at the mention of it. I regretted everything that happened. I wished Aro had never found me. I wished I didn't have to kill innocent people just to stay alive. But most of all, I wished I never met him.
He was nice to me for centuries, until I learned of his deeper feelings. If you looked at it on a scale starting from when we met, the line would keep inclining upward until it stopped and stayed at a straight line. Around the first time he kissed me the line would spike up a little again—the day we officially started the no-longer-just-friendly stage. And then it would go straight again for a few months and drastically smash to the bottom. At least that's how I pictured it in my head.
I couldn't believe I had even questioned his love for me. For I had made myself think I was furious with him, when I really wasn't. But I couldn't just walk up to him and say I still loved him—that would seem silly after the big deal I made of it. So I waited. When the time seemed almost perfect I gave him the opportunity to say something that really confirmed he loved me. I had realized my mistake, after all; Heidi's talent was to seduce those into her grasp. It wasn't his fault, but when I practically asked him if he forgave me for being so blind, he didn't say what I wanted him to. I don' even think he said what he wanted to.
It made me pissed beyond belief that when I told him goodbye, he merely said his farewell, too. I hated him for hurting me so much in such a short period of time. I actually believed in forever for a mere second and thought it was appealing for once. I hated his guts, but I never loved someone so fucking much. He left me, but he probably thought I left him.
I had really nowhere to go, but Alec offered to stay with me. I didn't know why he wanted to, but I let him. I could actually consider him my best friend, and that scared the hell out of me. Alec was good; he watched out for me, and I watched out for him. For a while he constantly was checking on me to make sure I was okay, like in the five minutes he was gone I had killed myself. He never mentioned anything with the Volturi, or him. He wouldn't even let me think about it, but that was okay, because I wouldn't let myself. I wouldn't use my power in fear of accidentally finding his location.
I had always loved the rain, anything with water, so we went to Colombia. Tutunendo, to be exact. It had a reputation of having the most rainfall a year. By 'we' I meant Jane, Alec, and I. It was surprising how much a person could change. Jane was so…different now. She rarely used her power, and smiled a lot—she had a beautiful smile. She was happy, and it took a lot of time to get used to. Every now and then, however, when she was mad, I would feel a slightly painful tremor crawl up my spine. I could only shiver and as quickly as she turned angry she would be nice again.
I liked it in South America. The languages were diverse, and so was the climate. We stayed nomadic, mostly, though sometimes staying in hotels when we felt like it—or saved up enough money.
200 years was a really, really long time without the person you loved. He could be dead for all I knew, but I wouldn't allow myself to check or look for him. Never. But nonetheless I acted happy without him, and I was so convincing I even tricked myself into thinking that.
It was sickening to think that I had developed a "crush" on someone. I forced myself to think that it was only innocent, nothing more. But it scared me shitless that the feelings didn't go away. I was afraid of how it would turn out, I guess. No one wanted to be hurt more than once. If I let myself love again, thinking that they were two very different people. If I ended up hurting badly again, maybe even more this time around…I wouldn't allow myself to get close to this "crush". No more than friends. No…best friends. Yeah, that was enough.
I wondered if I would ever come across him accidentally. It was a possibility. Every scientist knew that the world had an expiration date; when the sun gave out. That was okay for most people—they would be dead before then. But, for someone that lived forever, that was like telling those eventually their fears would come true and they would die—burn. And burn, and burn. Even if one vampire was the happiest person in the world, their happiness wouldn't last too long, and before they knew it—if they even lived that long—everyone's day would come all at once. I hoped I died before then, because anticipating something like that was torture, the biggest torture ever.
But when your day comes, and he's through with you
And he'll be through with you
You'll die together but alone
Would I even care if I never saw him again?
Never again will I hear you, never again will I miss you
Never again will I fall to you
Never
Never again will I kiss you, never again will I want to
Never again will I love you
Never
Just a short chapter to kinda fill in the gaps between the whole 200 fricken years between the first one. Reviews are love:)