A/N Please review! Disclaimer: I don't own thehunger games. I am in a current strike and will not watch the hunger games movie because Katniss' role is poorly casted. =, (So Sorry I didn't update for such a LONG time! I was grounded and my Mum didn't let me use the computer and after I was ungrounded I had a major writer's block and also Finals. Don't worry I didn't give up on this story! ; p
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Chapter Eleven
But he smiles back at me. Its okay Dawn, I can hear him whispering to me. I know it sounds crazy but sometimes I do hear his lovely, silk like, innocent voice in my ear, telling me what to do. Guiding me. My beautiful Darcy whose life was taken away way too early. The little brother I lost will never live a full life.
"You okay?" asked Andromeda. I stare passed her, my bloodshot eyes tearing a bit. But I know I can't cry, crying is a sign of weakness, as my sister said. I'll just have to carry on…
I lay in a wet, damp cave, too alert and on edge to sleep, and yet too drowsy to stay awake. Then, I hear someone coming in. Maybe it's Bambie, coming in to pour her feelings out, like she's been doing for the past day and a half, but I must say we have been getting pretty close these past two days. If she was from District Twelve I would've most definitely have been her friend. She reminds me so much of my little Darcy that I couldn't help but feel attached to her as if I should protect her here. Expecting to hear her voice in response, I say, "What's up Buttercup," I wait for her to say, 'Nothing much Chicken Butt,' when I hear someone say,
"The sky," His husky voice bounces off the walls. Lupis sits down next to me and smiles.
I turn and look at him with the little bit of light that I had, I take in his golden locks, his tan face, his sea green eyes, his deep, sea green eyes that light up at the simplest things. "Do I have something on my face," he says with a soft grin on his face. I shake my head no, but I still continue to stare, my fingers curling underneath me, the hard rocks softening then turning into gravel. I still wonder if what was really shot into my arm was DNA changer. (Cheesy alert) Our gazes meet and my eyes turn to gravel. My breathing turns hot, slow, and shallow. He smiles at me and rests his hand on my shoulder. I can't hold it in; I think I got feelings for him to. I lean in and he meets me half way. His warm and soft lips press against mine. I can feel his tongue poke through my closed lips. His hand travels from my shoulder down my neck to the small of my back. Not once thinking about the cameras, my hands tangle in his hair. I open my mouth to gasp a breath of air. I press against him again and this time I let him shove his tongue down my throat. I guess this is what the older girls back home would call getting hot and heavy. I feel my heart beating faster than normal. I can hear him moan as I slowly pull away; I bite his lip and slowly open my eyes but he pulls me back.
"WHAT THE HELL," I heard someone in the cave shout. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my now small waist and pull me away from Lupis. The hands let go and I am thrown outside of the cave. I hit the floor with a loud thump, my head hitting a rock that cracked with the impact of my now mutantly strong head; startling the others who set up camp around the cave.
"DON'T TOUCH HER!" Shouted Vlad from inside. "DON'T GO ANYWHERE NEAR HER!" I realize that a crazy Vlad is inside the cave with my Lupis (Oh, pardon, not my Lupis, just Lupis). I jumped up and ran inside the cave, my eyes landing on Vlad who has Lupis up in the air, holding on to him by his jumpsuit.
"LET HIM GO VLAD!" I shout, grabbing on to the fist that was held back, about to pummel into Lupis' face. He turns to look at me, a savage anger flashing through his eyes quickly replaced by confusion then pain. He looks at me for one fierce second as those emotions chase each other across his eyes. He drops Lupis and the looks away from me, quickly running away from me.
"VLAD!" I shout after him. I look at Lupis who is now standing rubbing his hurt bum, "You okay," I ask tenderly, knowing it's my fault why he got hurt.
He nods, his eyebrows furrowed in pain. I touch his cheek, but remember the mad boy running outside of the cave. I run out and see him walking away from the camp area.
"Vlad, stop," I call after him, I catch up to him and pull on his arm, "Vlad stop," I command. "STOP!" He stops and looks at me. "What's wrong," I beg.
"Just let go," He snaps, his voice cutting my now small ego like a knife. I hear an eerily familiar cry from the camp behind the thick green foliage that I now find myself surrounded by. I turn my head at the direction that it came from and ran in the direction, pulling Vlad behind me. I saw my allies stand in a circle.
"What happened?" I ask pushing Dalayda roughly aside, and what I say nearly knocked me over. Little Bambie sat against a log, with a spear implanted in her torso, I chocked back a tear.
"She was hit by I don't know what," said Andromeda who was kneeling down next to Bambie.
I also kneel next to Bambie and stroke her arm. "Bambie," I say, my shaky voice showing my obvious effort to hold back tears, "can y-you hear me?"
Her eyelids flutter open and she looks at me. Her beautiful big ice blue eyes look peaceful, not like if she was just speared. Her olive skin looked pale and the ends of her fire red hair curled and framed her heart-shaped face. The tip of her pink lips curled into a serene smile and she said, "You've been like a sister to me during these games," suddenly horrible images fly before my eyes. I remember my brother, whose terrified eyes are engraved in my brain.
"Stop it," my voice shake, "you're not leaving me," I say right before a tear runs down my cheek.
"Don't cry," she says as I gently pull her head on top of my lap. I hold her in my arms like this, like how I should've held my brother all those years ago. She wipes the tear off my cheek and then closes her eyes. We stay like this for a few seconds and I realize that I knew this was going to happen all along, but know that it came to it; I couldn't come to terms that my dear friend Bambie just died in my arms.
A/N I know I never really described Bambie (I am so completely horrible to not have remembered that very important detail) so there she is up there!