REUPLOADED

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END!

A Prophecy

Summary: Sequel to Alibis; the summer is finally gone, and Elijah found the change he so desperately wanted within his blue eyed beauty. Clare's dark past is slowly coming to an end, now that she is able to live free of abuse. Unfortunately, nothing ends happily.


Chapter 2

Eli's POV

When I got Clare's text earlier today, I suddenly felt so bad. Because I knew for a fact that she wasn't going to like this school, not one bit. I wanted to walk out of class and steal her away and skip the first day of school. But, I decided against it. I waited for her in front of her locker before I could head to the lunch room.

The bell rang a few minutes ago, and the hallway was already crowded with people, I couldn't see Clare, and I was starting to get really agitated.

Soon enough after standing for two minutes, I found her, she had her head hung low, but I could clearly see her biting her lip; she looked upset when she glanced up at me. The second I saw her bloodshot eyes, I knew right there that she had been crying. My heart dropped to my stomach and I had a dull ache in my chest. This wasn't going to be good. As she got closer and closer to me, I immediately wrapped my arms around her and she sighed heavily in my shoulder.

"What's wrong, what happened?" I asked all at once.

"I hate this school already. People are making fun of me…" Clare murmured in my chest.

I pulled away just slightly and lifted her chin up to look at me. Her eyes were filled with tears.

"Awe, how cute."

Clare looked over at the source of the noise and I frowned and glared at Jenna. She clasped her hands together and smiled cheekily. She reached up and tugged gently on Clare's hair and said, "You guys are just too cute. Watch out Eli, she might pull a razor on you this time. Poor girl ran out of the classroom to slice up her wrists." Jenna walked away and I couldn't help but glance down at her.

She looked up at me. "I didn't do anything." Clare whispered while tugging on her lip just slightly. "You're not lying to me are you?" I asked softly. Clare shook her head quickly and I immediately didn't believe her. I sighed and opened my locker to throw my books inside, Clare was behind me; her hand reached out and she wrapped it around my bicep. When I glanced over at her, she gave me a pleading look. I wanted to pull away, but I couldn't. I don't have the heart to be upset or mad at her.

"Let's cut class." I said.

"What?" She asked a little too quickly.

"Let's. Cut. Class." I repeated again. Clare sucked her cheeks in and I watched as she bit down on them. I smiled softly, and gave her a pleading look. I too didn't want to be here, and besides, it's just the first day, what more can we do but get introduced to teachers, and new students, and get those forms you have to sign. We get them in the mail as well, so Clare and I are pretty much set. Clare smiled and she nodded. I kissed her forehead, and watched as she stuffed her books in her locker. The bell rang, and the hallways soon were empty.

Clare and I exited the school not a moment too soon and we were heading to my car.

"So, where are we going?" She asked. I can tell she was nervous, I don't see why though.

"I figured we would go to The Dot, get something to eat, and then we can go to the park." I shrugged as I opened the door for her. Clare nodded, and she climbed into Morty. I walked around and soon climbed in Morty as well. Just when I was going to turn the ignition on, Clare placed her hand over mine, and she stopped me. I glanced over at her and she said, "I have to show you something." I nodded and pulled my hand off the keys and leaned back in my seat, and waited for her to do something. Clare hesitated at first, but she pulled the sleeve of her shirt up and revealed a small, barely even there, cut. I could feel my chest aching and I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to, but I didn't.

"You said you didn't do anything." I muttered.

"I know, and I'm sorry." Clare whimpered.

"You lied to me." I whispered, as I turned away and looked through the windshield.

"Eli don't be mad please, everyone in school is already mad at me, I don't want you to shun me out like they have." Clare scooted closer to me and she placed her chin on my shoulder while her arms snuck around my waist. She was whispering "I'm sorry" ever so slightly against my neck, something that drove me crazy. I can't be mad at Clare, well, angry, upset. She was going through hell already at this school, and I being mad at her just won't make her day any better.

I turned to her and lifted her chin up. She glanced up at me with her big blue eyes and I instantly forgave her. Clare smiled, knowing that I had forgiven her as well. She leaned up and kissed me. I smiled and kissed her back. I pulled away from her, because I didn't want this to turn into a full blown out face fucking session. I wanted to kiss her, don't get me wrong, but in the middle of the school parking lot where people will see, I don't think so. I don't care what they think, but I just don't want people to change up the story and spread some rumor about me and Clare.

It's stupid, and a waste of my time.

Engine revving, I pulled out of the parking lot and into the street, ignoring the stares I got from everyone. Fuck, they've seen my car before what the hell is the problem now? I wanted to climb out and punch them square in the face, but damn, I'm not about to get into a fight in front of my Clare. So, I just clenched the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles turned white. We made it to The Dot, like I had planned, in less than five minutes, and I parked far away so no one can fuck up my car. I turned the car off, and Clare climbed out. I followed after her and headed into the cafe. We took our regular table and waited for someone to come to us.

It was a little crowded than I expected it to be.

I actually didn't like the idea of being here at the moment. There's people from school here cutting class like Clare and I were, and I'm sure that there will be more; I'll just end up fighting with someone. I was already pissed off as is.

"Clare, let's go." I said.

"But we just got here." She remarked.

"I know, let's go." I grabbed her hand and almost tore it off when I bolted out of the cafe. Clare trailed behind me like a rag doll, and since the park was just around the corner, we instantly arrived, and I led us to our tree. When I let go of her arm, Clare rubbed it and I started to feel bad, it was the one she had cut earlier today, and I can see that it started to bleed slightly through her shirt. "Fuck." I muttered and leaned my head against the tree. Clare sat down in between my legs and laid her body against mine.

"It's okay Eli, it doesn't hurt." She whispered.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I'm sure." Clare smiled.

I nodded. Clare leaned her head on my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around her. Her body was so warm against mine and I sighed, missing the feeling of her body so close to mine like this. We hadn't done much since the last time we actually had sex; it's not that I mind, just stating a point. Clare was busy most of the time with her sister and her mom; they wanted to catch up and make things better for each other, and I didn't mind that all. Clare would call me almost every night after they were done doing some "girl stuff". I had to admit, ever since Clare's father "died" she had never seemed happier, and her family as well. Though, Helen didn't seem at all fazed to find out that her husband died, nor Darcy. They just pretended nothing happened. I thought it was a weird reaction, but I didn't really question it.

"Hey Eli." Clare leaned away and looked me in the eyes.

"Yeah?" I asked.

Clare chewed on her lip, and I blinked a few times. She glanced down and swallowed hard. I sat up right, and reached up to touch her shoulder. Clare quickly looked over at me and she asked, "When my father died, did he say anything? Like anything about Mom, Darcy and I?" I felt my eyes grow wide instantly. That was uncalled for! I don't know if I could answer that. Well, I can, because Randal didn't say shit when I was torturing him, when I was listening to him scream at the top of his lungs.

"He didn't say much Clare." I responded meekly.

"Oh, I was just wondering." Clare laughed nervously.

She looked away and I pinned my eyebrows together. There was something on her mind, I can tell. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear and I watched as she continued to bite her lip. "Clare." I said softly; she turned to me and smiled weakly. I leaned up to cup her cheek and she leaned into my touch. Clare was acting strange, I can tell.

"What's wrong, Clare?" I asked softly.

"Eli, I did something horrible." Clare broke down.

"What?" I asked quickly, a little worried.

She threw herself at me and I wrapped my arms around her now quivering body. I heard her sob and I ran my fingers through her soft hair, and tried my best to comfort her, because I didn't know what was wrong with her, I didn't know what to do. She clenched my shirt and I held her closer to me. Clare whimpered, "Eli I had a bad dream about you and my daddy," She pulled away and looked at me, her eyes glistening with fresh tears, "I watched you kill him, and it was horrible, you were such a monster," She choked on a sob and my heart felt as if it were torn out of my chest through my ribcage hearing Clare call me a monster, "you wouldn't stop, he was bleeding so much, you wouldn't stop. When I woke up I did something terrible." Clare's tears were falling so quickly down her chicks and dripping down her chin and damping her shirt.

"What happened?" I asked desperately.

"I cut myself." She said softly.

"Where?" I asked, clenching my jaw slightly.

"My… my um…"

"Your what?" I asked, almost screaming. I was already upset on how she described me in her dream, calling me a monster, and now she's cut herself again? I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I don't want to scare her. Clare moved back so she was sitting on her knees in front of me. I glanced at her confusedly, and then she lifted her shirt. There was a large cut, almost healed, going up and down her sternum and two her stomach. My lip twitched and I narrowed my eyes. The cut was deep, but it wasn't bleeding, or fresh. I looked up at her as she pulled her shirt down. I stopped her and she glanced up at me. Her look was confused, and she squeaked when I surprised her and climbed on top of her.

"What are you—?

"Shush." I whispered. Clare blushed as I lifted her shirt and leaned down. I didn't want to look at her, because I knew she was blushing. I only continued what I started. From the tip of the cut, which started just above her navel, I began placing small kisses; and as I continued up, I rose her shirt up higher. When I had the chance, I checked to make sure there was no one around us. And good thing there wasn't. I practically had to take her shirt off, but I kept it close to us so when the time was right she would just throw it on. Clare was skeptical about what I was doing, I can tell, just from the look on her face, but I knew what I was doing.

My lips found her cut again and I began leaving small butterfly kisses over it. The dried, cut skin slightly tickled my lips and I slowly flicked my tongue out to trace the broken flesh. She was whimpering beneath me, and I took that as a sign that she was enjoy my ministrations. I moved back down to her stomach and placed one final kiss over her stomach.

"Clare, when did this happen?" I asked.

"About a week ago," She stated softly.

"You didn't tell me…" I ran my fingertips over her scarred stomach.

She looked away, shamefully.

"I didn't want you to be mad at me." She answered.

"I can never be mad at you!" I snapped. Clare flinched and I sighed and looked away after I sat up. She sat up as well, covering her chest with her shirt. I didn't want to look at her. I was mad now, and I was starting to think that Clare was going to be this way forever. She thinks by not telling me, it's going to make things better if she tells me after I find out, and I fucking hate that.

"You can talk to me about anything, and you refuse to, why?" I asked, picking a few blades of grass and tearing them up with my fingers. I wasn't even looking at her.

"Eli, I-I'm sorry…" She stammered.

I shook my head and got up. "Put your shirt on." I muttered. Clare nodded. I helped her up and we walked to the car. I opened the door for her, but I didn't even look at her, or say a word to her. I was angry, and I know for a fact that if she said something to me, I would snap at her. Clare knew there was something wrong, and I can tell she was afraid to sit in the car with me. She knew she fucked up. I clenched the steering wheel so damn tight, I thought my palms would start bleeding. I drove over the speed limit to get back to the school. When I stopped in front of the school, she looked over at me confusedly.

"What are we—?

"Get out Clare." I muttered.

"Eli, what's wrong—

"GET. OUT!" I screamed at her this time, at her face. Tears had begun to cloud up her vision, and she tried her best to grab the handle to the door and open it. When she finally climbed out, I sped off and drove as far away as possible. I was so fucking pissed off, that I didn't bother in checking the rear view mirror to see what Clare did. I didn't care at the moment, not right now I did. I needed, to cool off.

Clare thinks I'm monster, I'll show her how much of a monster I can be…

End of Chapter 2


Well, like I promised a while back, I said I was going to remove this chapter and reupload it. So far, I think I did a pretty good job, I liked the way it turned out. But um, this isn't want I wanted to talk about with you guys.

Let's get things straight, I'm not back. This is only going to be a once in a while thing. I'm sorry I didn't really clarify it in my post for Lover Dearest, I should've said something and I didn't, so I do apologize. I will try my best not to leave you guys hanging because I finally got out of my writers block for this story, and I will try my best to post every now and then, and not let it turn out to be a few months. When I said I quite writing, it only meant for a little while and I really didn't want you guys to blow up on me like some of you did. I got a lot of hate mail, and I really don't appreciate it. I DO HAVE A LIFE you know.

I enjoy writing, I do, it's my hobby, but I can't always be pleasing you guys. I love that you guys enjoy my writing, it makes me feel special *teehee* but yeah, no more hate mail? It's really immature.

Anyway, I know most of you have reviewed this past chapter, buuuuut, you can always just leave me an anon review? :) It will mean a lot hehe. I want to know what you guess thought of this chapter, and if it was better than the last, I'm sure it was lol.

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