Ohmygoodness! I'm reading the House of Night Series and it's AMAZING!!!! It inspired me so much!!!! And I think I'm back in the groove now lol It just makes my day and I feel so happy right now! I have no more stress...except for my driver's test which is in about two weeks! (wish me luck). Trust me, the next chapter will shock everyone! I just thought of it and it's diabolical! No need to worry, though everything will come around in the end, I promise! I listened to Sour Cherry and it has the sickest beat to it! I just had to have it in here! I'm in the process of writing the next chapter right now and I'm stoked too! It's so awesome and yea lol Chapter 20: Burial Grounds
Well, I should let ya'll read!
-BeachVamp ;p
Songs: Lost by Red, Circle by Flyleaf, Sour Cherry by The Kills
"I think we should have some sort of service for Miles. It wasn't fair that Roz was buried and Miles wasn't," I said suddenly.
Both Edward and Damon looked at me strange and I sighed, "Don't tell me you discarded the body already."
"No, it's back in the shed at Stefan's," Damon mumbled.
"How could you just put a body back there? That's inhumane and totally stupid!" I yelled.
"We didn't exactly think you would mind. If we went to a cemetery, people would ask all these questions. At least with Roz there was a plausible cause of death. We can't explain that a vampire killed Miles to a priest," Edward growled.
"Then can't we at least bury him in the backyard or something?"I begged.
"Why are you suddenly interested in Miles being put to rest properly?" Damon wondered, looking over at me.
"Well, I accidentally forgot I should be in mourning. I have such a bad memory it backfires on me sometimes," I admitted.
"I'll go back and get the body when we reach Damon's house and then we can bury it in the backyard of your house," Edward grumbled in an irritated tone.
None of us talked the rest of the way. I guess I ruined it for the trip, but I had honestly forgotten what I was doing. My vampire mind blocked all the human attachments away and I had only realized it a moment ago. I was mad that I couldn't remember things as well, but it didn't help that I had two guys who hated each other in the car.
"Lexi!" A voice cried out and I gasped.
Damon looked over at me and I looked at the ground. Edward blasted his iPod and wasn't paying any attention until Damon stopped the car in the garage. I got out and grabbed my stuff, walking up to the room that was mine. Damon followed right after me and stopped me before I could shut the door on him.
"What's wrong?" Damon demanded.
"Collin isn't dead and I'm afraid he's coming after all of us. You're afraid and so is Edward. I can sense it in everyone," I explained.
"What happened in the car?" Damon wondered.
"He yelled for me. It only makes sense that he's on our trail. As soon as I sense him, I'm going to kill him no matter what and you can't stop me," I informed Damon.
"You're not going anywhere near Collin," Damon growled and grabbed my arm.
"You can't stop me from going after him because I know you want him dead too," I persuaded Damon.
Damon sighed and let go of my arm. I closed the door and exhaled. Tomorrow, I'd drive back to my house and bury Miles properly. Right now I needed a good night's rest.
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When I woke up, I gathered my stuff and jumped out the window. The door to the room was locked and I knew Damon would end up breaking it down. Both Damon and Edward would then drive to my house and find me and Miles' body. I dragged the body out of Edward's car. Edward had gone out late last night to go and retrieve it from the Salvatore house and he kept it in his car. Even though I was a bit squeamish, I put Miles' body in my car and started to drive. Thank god I left my car at Damon's.
The drive was short and when I got to my house, I dumped my stuff in the garage and dragged Miles' body to the backyard. I started to dig and it took about ten minutes to dig as deep as I wanted and then I said a little prayer from my older brother. Carefully, I laid his body in the hole and started to throw the dirt on him, almost crying. I held back my tears and I patted the ground when I dumped the last pile of earth on Miles' grave.
I turned around and went back into the house. When I unpacked my stuff, my phone started buzzing. It was Damon. Being annoying, I ignored the call. The rain started to fall and I opened the window, even though I knew what was going to happen. Damon would come through the window and he would get angry at me for leaving like that. I was sadly mistaken. It was Edward who stood by the window.
"Where's Damon?" I wondered, confused why Edward was standing in my room.
"He's heading back to Stefan's. Collin is threatening Elena and Tristan is coming here, looking for you," Edward said.
"How do you know?" I inquired, a bit suspicious.
"Because…I'm Tristan," Edward's voice said and then Tristan appeared.
Apparently, Tristan knew how to disguise himself. I growled and my canines grew. I hadn't eaten anything and I was hungry. Tristan would be a good snack for me. I lunged at Tristan and he moved out of the way, I stopped just before I fell out of the window. Tristan stood in the backyard and I growled in frustration. The ground didn't make a sound as I fell to it. I glared at Tristan with bloodlust in my eyes and he grinned. We were in a brawl all of a sudden and I stabbed Tristan with my long nails, hoping he'd give up soon. Tristan has a wooden stake on his person and he stabbed me several times. I stopped all of a sudden and Tristan threw me on the ground under him. My entire torso was covered in bloody wounds that weren't healing. My body was tired and I didn't think I could last until I noticed a small tree branch by my arm. I picked it up and as Tristan knelt toward me, I stabbed him in the chest with it. He doubled over and I stood up the best I could. My legs were stiff and as I slowly walked toward the house, I could sense anger welling in Tristan. I hadn't stabbed him heart, merely paralyzed him for a few seconds.
With all of my strength I could conjure, I closed my eyes and turned to face Tristan. When I opened my eyes, I stared at Tristan.
"You will not come any closer. You'll turn around and head back to where you belong. You won't come around here anymore," I growled and Tristan's eyes were glued to mine.
As soon as I closed my eyes again, Tristan was gone. I fell to my knees and thanked god I had those witch powers. If I didn't, I would probably be dead now. I struggled to get into the house and when I made it into the family room I fell onto the couch and cradled my wounds. They were deep and my shirt was practically ruined because of it. I'd get Tristan back for that. He had surprised me and caught me off guard. I wasn't ready to fight him, especially after that emotional burial that I had for Miles. Maybe Miles was protecting me on this ground, or maybe it was sacred. I'll admit I would have never thought about my powers if I hadn't realized it when I thought of Miles, Roz, and death.
When I was done thinking, I walked over to the fridge and found my supply of blood. I drained two bags of it and I felt so much better. My wounds weren't healing though. I shrugged and sat back down on the couch. I turned the TV on and I realized I was soaking wet. When Tristan and I fought, I'd been pushed into the mud and my clothes were all ruined, especially my shirt. I walked up to my room and closed the window before I changed into a tank top and jean shorts so I could figure out what to do with my wounds. There was a knock at the front door and when I walked down to open it, I sighed. It was Damon. The blood seeped through my tank top and Damon looked confused.
"I thought Edward came, but…it was Tristan. I sent him on his way, though. He's not coming back here," I explained to Damon.
"What happened to you, though?" Damon wondered and looked at my shoulder where the biggest wound was.
"Tristan came with a wooden stake. It's nothing, though," I assured Damon.
"No, it's not alright. You should have healed by now," Damon figured.
"It might take longer," I figured.
"No, you should have healed by now," Damon said.
"Maybe it's just me," I assured Damon.
"No, as a vampire you heal quickly. Something is wrong," Damon pointed out.
I sighed and ran my right hand through my hair in reluctance, "What do you think is wrong?"
"I have no idea. I doubt we can figure it out at your place. Why don't you come back to my house and we can figure it out. Edward might be able to help us figure out what in the hell is wrong with you," Damon said with a smirk.
I nodded silently.
As Damon started to drive away from the house, my wounds felt so much better and when I lifted my tank top up, there were no marks. Damon looked at my wounds and stomped on the break. He parked the car and turned to look at my wounds. I met Damon's confused gaze and he shook his head.
"There's something wrong with my house," I figured.
"It's the burial grounds. Miles never wanted you to be a vampire, so I think he cursed the land. When you're on it, you're as human as anyone," Damon explained.
"So Miles is out to get me," I said with a joking smile.
"He's still trying to protect you from vampirism," Damon elaborated.
"And he's such a good brother," I said with an endearing smile.
"Well, as long as you're on that land, your life is in danger. I advise you don't go back there when Tristan and Collin are on the loose," Damon mentioned.
"I think Collin is going after Stefan and Elena," I muttered as the wiped the blood on my torso.
"What are you talking about?" Damon wondered in alarm.
I proceeded to explain to Damon what Tristan had told me, when he was Edward. I finished explaining to Damon and he banged his head against the steering wheel. That meant we had to head back to Mystic Falls.
"I'll stay here," I said suddenly.
"You're not safe here by yourself," Damon growled.
"I'll be fine, I promise. If you're so worried, make Edward stay behind and watch me. Besides, I'm a vampire too. I can take care of myself," I said in a proud manner.
"Yeah, I saw that just a minute ago," Damon retorted.
"Tristan caught me off guard and it's hard for me to fight my ex boyfriend, not that you would know because you'd kill all of your exes," I responded with a cold tone that made Damon cringe.
"Fine, you can stay here, but I won't be answering any of your calls," Damon agreed and drove quickly back to his house.
Damon and I didn't say much to each other as we entered the house. Edward was in the kitchen, like he always was, and he was watching the food channel, cooking something.
"You do know that we can't eat human food," I reminded him as I put my stuff down by the couch.
"I'm just trying something new. I hate having to be a vampire and a cook at the same time. Cooks need to be able to taste their creations and I can't," Edward brooded.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, my neighbors always like a good cooked meal. You can give it to them if you'd like," I suggested.
"I might do that," Edward said with a grin.
Damon walked past us and sighed, rolling his eyes. I threw some flour at him and he turned on his heel with a certain look on his face. I knew it meant trouble. Damon rushed in front of me and picked me up. I scream quietly and Damon dropped me on the couch. He kissed me and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt a bit horrible about Edward watching this, but Damon looked up at gave Edward a glance before standing at the side of the couch. I laughed and Damon walked to his room.
"Guess what you get to do," I challenged Edward, to avoid talk about what happened a minute ago.
"Let me see…clean the house while you guys go on a road trip," Edward guessed with sarcasm.
"No, you get to watch me for a few days," I said as I sat up on the couch.
"Why would I need to do that? Don't you have Damon?" Edward wondered in a mocking fashion.
"He's going away for a few days to make sure Stefan and Elena are alright. I volunteered to stay behind and you're stuck with me," I added and Edward chuckled.
"Sounds like fun," Edward said as he chopped vegetables.
I just grinned at Edward and Damon came out of his room. He had his leather jacket on and his cell phone was in his hand. He kissed my forehead and hugged me before disappearing out the door. For a minute, I stared at the door. I hadn't been without Damon for so long. I always knew he was safe, but this time I'd have no way of knowing. Hopefully, he wouldn't get hurt.
Yea, Lexi feels sad, but she won't be sad for much longer muhahahahahaha lol :o) (maybe it was an evil laugh lol I dunno ha ha)
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Oh and if you're ever having a bad day, you NEED to listen to Like a Virgin from Moulin Rouge. I laughed so hard I almost fell out of the chair I was in!