Disclaimer:
ME: Alyson, i was wondering if i could own your rights to the story?
Alyson: Jessica, your crazy. No.
Me: Darn.
Ok folks, you heard it here i do not own The Immortals Series. This is an AU story, kind of a what if. i will post the next chapter at the end of the month, after editing. Be nice, I'm still learning and working at this Author thing.
Summary: Ever feels ill, and her gift gets out of control. She soon learns that she has a gift that is part of her 'psychicness'. After passing out in class Ever wakes up in Damen's room being cared for by him. She soon finds out that everything that happened with Roman has never happened, that Damen has no idea who Roman is. Soon ever finds out that it wasnt really a dream, Roman soon shows up and events start unfolding that happened in her 'dream'. Will Ever be able to stop these events from happening? Or will they play out like in her 'Dream'?
Ch. 1. Reversal.
I couldn't breathe, my head was fuzzy, pain welcomed every breath,every movement I took. For some reason, through all this pain, I was having trouble putting up my shield. It wouldn't work, and without my iPod, without Damen everyone's thoughts were buzzing around me-
What's wrong with her?
Why me?
Why can't I be normal!
How come the sky's blue?
Why don't guys like me?
I wonder if I pick up the purple vibe-
Freak!
If f(x)=x(2)(2xy-x) so then-
I grasp my head in my hands, too many thoughts at one time. I deserve this, I remind my self. Breaking things off with Damen under the circumstanced was a horrible thing to do, I'm a horrible person. He at least deserved a reason, but my own fear kept me from doing that. I double he'd listen; he'd think I'd be lying to him, joking, a prank. Then I realize, I'm a masochist. I welcomed the pain after my family's death, instead of moving on, or mourning I left myself to die of a broken heart. Now, I'm doing nothing to save my relationship with damen.
You always take these things for granted, little pecks on the cheek, wiping away a tear, until your no longer able to do these things anymore. It's absolutely heart breaking. Yet, I haven't told him why, the truth I mean, the reason why I'm not talking to him, why I'm so distant. I don't give him a reason for me pulling away. He deserves so much more than this.
I couldn't tell him, he was the one who created the "Juice" in the first place, he'd say such a thing never exists. Couldn't exist, but I wouldn't blame him. I'd try and convince him otherwise. He was a scientist at the very heart of it after all, even through all he's seen and done, summer land and such, he some how used science to grasp that. He was far too logical.
I could see it so clearly in my head the way our conversation would go. I'd pour my heart out and he'd laugh his head off, telling me: "Ever, you don't really believe what roman said do you? He tried to kill me, and failed thanks to you." Then he'd proceed to step forward and tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, and I'd give in to him.
Even if it was for just a moment.
Then, my eyes would flutter shut, and my heart would beat wildly beneath my ribcage, threatening to beat out of its little safety haven and beat right into the outside world.
He'd leave a closed lip kiss behind the bottom of my left ear, on my pulse point. Then, he'd proceed to kiss me, and that's when it'd all fall apart. He'd kiss me, pull away and smile, just for a moment, before realization hits him that he's in a tremendous amount of pain. He'd fall to his knees gripping the ground, and clutch at his heart, sweat beading down his forehead. A twisted grimace would appear on his face, he wouldn't know what was wrong with him. Surely this would be an agonizing death, he'd start to age, at first very slowly, then it would do a complete 180 and it'd happen so fast. In the end, he'd be back where he started before the blood in the antidote. He'd be ageing, dyeing, who knows how long it'd last, only Roman would.
I just couldn't do that to him, so no matter how much pain I'm in, no matter how many thoughts buzz in my head, no matter how hard it is to remember my shield in this painful haze, I'd never go back to him if it meant he'd live.
So here I am with my iPod plugged in, all the way up, sunglasses on,t he slightest light torturing my eyes, and my heads laid down on the desk I'm sitting at, until I feel a tingling sensation and all the buzzing stops. I blink and reach into my pocket with my iPod in it and pause the music.
I look to my left and damen is sitting their, concern clear in his eyes, he obviously noticed my grey complexion, and the sweat that beads at my forehead.
His eyes darken when he takes in my slightly emaciated form. He shakes his head, and leans in to whisper in my ear.
"Ever, I think you should go home. You look sick."
I shake my head no, and he removes his hands and the voices start back up. Realizing with the amount of pain I have I'm unable to block the randomn thoughts along with the many others in my head. A look of understanding seeps into his eyes.
I press play once more on my iPod and hope to keep the voices out or dull them just enough. My stomach was rolling, and I wasn't sure if immortals got sick, damen did, but that was poison.
I saw damen look at me once more before he got up out of his seat and walked down the aisle to talk with the teacher.
I didn't want to hear it, not after he told them that I was stalking him, even if he wouldn't dare or even think of it now. It hurts to see him talking to Stacia, teachers, and other friends. Fear of what he says to the teacher overwhelms me, but with my iPod in I'm unable to make left or right of what he says to the teacher. So place my head back on my desktop.
Not 2 minutes later I feel someone half dragging half supporting me. It's only right up until I completely black out that I realize it's damen who's picking me up.
"we- we can't touch." I close my mouth in hopes of moistening my overly dry mouth. My tongue feeling numb, a tear slips out of my eye and drips on to the floor. I try to struggle out of his grasp but he hold on to tight.
"What are you saying?"
"My d.n.a, the poison, if my d.n.a mixes with yours you'll die." I manage to mutter out.
"I see." He says solemnly. He just holds me tighter.
"Do you, do you really?"
"I do, Ever. I really do understand. The poison from before, that made me ill, the antidote. I read it from your mind; you don't need to voice it. You're in far too much pain to be thinking about this. Something's wrong with your gift, it's causing you far too much pain. It's out of control; I can feel your energy scattering."
I hugged him closer, praying that the cloth of our clothing would be enough to keep our DNA apart, and it was. Nothing happened while he held me. My jeans and long sleeve shirt separating us from skin to skin contact.
I could vaguely make out Damen placing me in a car. To be honest my head was swimming with thoughts of how to make him better, my thoughts were frenzied and unfocused. The adrenaline pumping through my system was starting to fade. I knew I had to at least try to think of a solution before what ever it was that was making me feel this way consume me.
If could only go back in time and not make the same mistake, or warn myself, erase this future.
I knew I couldn't though, that's not the way things work. Riley reminded me when I tried to do that the first time, erase this future, my future with Damen. Some rescue mission that was, I was selfish do so, but did anyways, I'm only thankful that it was reversed. I have to find some way to fix this.
I tried not to panic as the darkness around the edges of my vision became larger. My stomach was rolling with nausea, and I faintly heard "hold on ever, just hold on baby. For me" before everything went black.
The next time I would wake up I'd be drenched in sweat.
