(A/N) Ok, thanks so much for reviewing the last chapter, and I'm glad I brightened some of your weekends up. And yes, Phoenix, I am very evil I know. Anyway, this chapter probably won't be as good, but I'm glad I kept you in suspense long enough and I hope this chapter was worth the wait I put you through. :D
And anyone who likes vampire diaries, keep a look out on my profile, because I've got some ideas for some stories, also I'll be deleting a few ones and I'm not sure wether I want to delete Unexpected Surprises, make it better and upload it again, I guess that's for you guys to decide, because I think I've lost all my reviewers for that story anyway.
~Kickin' it~
Everything was dark. I had yet to pull myself from it. I could hear muffled voices through my haze, one sounded raspy and male, and the other sounded clearer and female. I opened my eyes an inch, only to close them due to flickering torchlight. Torchlight? Where was I?
"They're monsters Bethanne, killers, I have to kill them." I froze as I heard my Mom's voice. I couldn't believe she would even think about killing her own daughter, and the only person I ever killed was that drunken bastard who tried to rape me. But Mom's voice also reminded me I hadn't dreamed the whole thing.
It took me a while to realise I was lying on something. My arms were spread and shackled above my head to whatever I was laying on. I felt the nightshade pumping through my body with every breath I took, and it made me want to scream.
I jumped as I heard the squelch of a stake and a loud growl. It was Jack. I couldn't even imagine what they had to do to get Jack down. It only took me two stakes, and they were in Jack's body!
I let my eyes open gradually, getting them used to the light. I couldn't move my arms or legs, and I struggled against the shackles, but nothing worked. I managed to look around me, and saw, to my right was sharp stakes in a dish of liquated blood. Mine and Jack's blood no doubt.
I looked around as best I could. The room was dingy, and resembled a castle's dungeon. I looked over at Jack and all I could see was his mess of brown hair, and there were stakes sticking out of every part of his body. They moved up and down as he breathed steadily. He turned his head towards me and winked at me.
He was faking!
How!
I wanted to call out to him, talk to him, but I couldn't. I was too weak. I looked down at my body and I saw large red gashes cover my entire body, as well as burns and bruises.
I jumped as the large door opened and shut again with a bang. I saw my Mom and Bethanne standing side by side, both looking triumphant. To my horror, they both had guns. And I didn't need to be a genius to know that they had wooden bullets in them.
"So you're awake then." Bethanne cocked her gun and walked over to Jack. "We have a few questions for you, answer us and we'll kill you fast, if not..." Mom shot Jack's stomach from where she was and I screamed in pain and Jack stayed still. I looked at Mom's face, not even a hint of remorse was in her eyes.
I was truly dead to her.
"How many of you are there?" Bethanne asked. Jack was silent and Bethanne shot him. I screamed again. It felt like the bullet was tearing through my body. Only the bullet was in Jack's body, not mine.
"Stop it." I pleaded weakly with my Mom. Her eyes remained cold and she walked over to Jack and pulled a few stakes out of him, I grew frantic and struggled more and more as she plunged each one into my body. I'd never been in this much pain in my entire life. I just wanted it to end.
"How do you walk in the sun?" Mom asked me, bending over me.
"How could you do this to me?" I asked, my voice raspy and raw from the screaming.
"You're a monster Kim, I'm protecting Drake, and the town." Mom walked over to Jack and I felt tears burn my eyes.
I couldn't believe she thought I was a monster. I heard Jack growl as Bethanne moved closer to him. She backed away and shot him, making me scream again.
"They're not gonna talk." Bethanne nodded and Mom walked over to me and unshackled one of my arms and held it above the flickering fire which was between Jack and me.
I screamed at the top of my lungs as the fire enveloped my skin. I writhed in pain and tried to kick my legs free and tear my wrist from Mom's grip. I couldn't believe she was doing this to me.
"Stop it!" I screamed. "Please stop it." I gasped in relief as Mom shackled my arm back above my head. I looked over at Jack and he mouthed sorry at me. None of this was his fault, I just wish I knew how Mom knew we were vampires. Then it hit me.
She was the one who put the nightshade in my beer at the restaurant, and she was the one who was following us all the time, and she was the one who wrecked my room.
I looked up at Mom and her eyes were as cold as ever as she plunged a stake into my stomach. My body exploded with pain and I felt myself get dizzier and dizzier. I jumped as I heard the splintering of wood. I turned just in time to see Jack's skin greying and his eyes become lifeless.
Bethanne had staked him.
I blinked and felt hot tears trickle down my cheeks. I sniffed and I invouluntarily caught the scent of balsa wood up my nostrils. With a surge of happiness, I realised Jack wasn't dead. Bethanne hadn't used pine wood! Jack could still come back! I held in that happiness and it spurred me not to give in and answer all my Mom's questions.
I took a deep breath and composed myself, waiting for the next question. Sure enough, I got one.
"Why did he turn you Kim?" Mom asked.
"He didn't, well he kinda did, but not intentionally. That's all you're getting out of me, why don't you ask Jack? Oh wait, you can't because you staked him!" I shouted as best I could, fake tears dripping down my face.
"I'm protecting the town!" Mom shouted back.
"So what's more important?" I asked. "Me?, or the town?" I waited for her answer, but she didn't respond and she shot me in frustration. I bit my lip and held in my screams.
"I'm just doing my job Kim." Mom's voice was hard as she stared into my eyes. I tried my best to put all of my emotions into my eyes, trying to convince her that I wasn't gone and that I was still her daughter.
But it was too late.
I couldn't do anything.
Jack gasped beside me as he came back to life. I turned towards him and the stake fell out of his chest and clattered on the floor. Bethanne's jaw dropped open.
"How...? Wha...?" She was speechless. Jack chuckled at her expression.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He asked sarcastically. "Well, I have a feeling this will scare you even more."
I didn't have time to comprehend what Jack was talking about. I gasped in surprise as he jumped up from the table, breaking the shackles off his arms and legs. He shook all the stakes from his body and the wounds healed instantly, as did the same ones on my body. But I still couldn't move, or find the strength to break myself free. I watched as Jack rushed forward and bit into Bethanne's neck.
As Jack drank, I felt my entire body healing itself and radiating with an intense power. I summoned all my strength and ripped my arms free, and then my legs. I jumped off the table and towards Jack. Bethanne's body fell limp on the floor. There was enough blood left in her so she could live, but I wasn't about to let her. I lifted her body up and sunk my fangs into the gash, dropping her when I felt her heartbeat stop. I didn't feel any remorse whatsoever.
I heard Mom scream as Jack grabbed her throat and pinned her against the wall. He wouldn't kill her, would he? I walked forward and put my hand on Jack's shoulder. He turned towards me, then back to Mom.
"You are so lucky I love your daughter." He growled at her, dropping her to the floor.
"Jack, what do we do?" I asked hysterically. "She knows about us!"
"I'll have to compel her." Jack said. I nodded. But then I thought about something, if Mom was a slayer, she'd drink nightshade wouldn't she?
"She probably drinks nightshade." I sighed in defeat.
"I can still compel her, it just takes a little more concentration than normal." Jack said.
"Do it." I said simply. I watched as he knelt down next to Mom and put a hand on her shoulder, ignoring her as she protested.
"You're not going to remember what Kim and I am, you will forget all about Bethanne, and slayers, you will forget everything you know about vampires, you will stop drinking nightshade, and you will think you blacked out and woke up with a headache. Do you understand?" Jack made eye contact with Mom, and I felt some of my energy draining as he did so. I bit my lip nervously as I waited for the compulsion to work.
"I understand." Mom's voice was mechanical. I gasped as her eyes closed and she passed out in Jack's arms.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I told her to think she woke up with a headache." Jack explained.
We ran outside at super speed and ran through the woods, towards the city. It took us a while and we finally reached my house. We sped upstairs and gently put Mom on her bed, and sped downstairs.
"Jack, what do we do? If she remembers anything..."
"She won't, don't worry." Jack smiled at me. "Do you want to stay with me tonight?" He asked.
"I'd love that." I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder.
Jack took my hand and we walked down the streets towards his house. I'd been there so many times, I reckon I could walk there blindfolded. We got inside and I went into the shower to wash the blood off me, while Jack went into his bedroom.
I walked into the shower and took my clothes off, picking a splinter of wood from my shoulder. I stepped into the shower and turned it on, the glass fogging up almost instantly as the water warmed up.
I grabbed some moisturiser and scrubbed the blood off me, and as I watched it pour down the drain, it brought back memories of what had happened after I first turned and my first kill. What I still don't understand is why Jack wasn't as mad at me for that, than he was when I almost killed Grace.
Once all the blood was off, I turned the shower off and stepped through the fog and found a towel. I rubbed my skin dry and pulled my hair loosely into a ponytail. I tied the towel around me and walked into Jack's room. I pulled on a tracksuit and walked into the living room, where Jack was sat comfortably on the couch.
"What do you want to watch?" He asked as I crawled over to him.
"TrueBlood. I know you don't hate that one, I saw the box set in your room." I said. Jack laughed and turned the DVD player on with the remote and got himself more comfortable. I shivered as his hand brushed against my stomach by accident. I still had no idea how his touch could make me do that, but I loved it.
"So how do you think Mom knew about us?" I asked Jack as I snuggled into his chest.
"I don't know, you said she was the one spying on us, maybe she'd seen us share blood or something like that." Jack said. I shuddered as I thought of someone watching our steamy moments.
"Look, can we just not talk about it?" I said.
"You're the one who brought it up." Jack shrugged. I sighed and tried to bury myself completely in Jack's body.
"If I wasn't there, would you have killed my Mom?" I asked suddenly. I had to know, he looked ready to kill her last night.
Jack sighed before replying. "No, even if I didn't know you I still would. They've been hunting me for almost my entire life, and I've become immune to it. But if I wasn't, and I did know you, I still wouldn't have, because I love you so much and I don't want to lose you." Jack kissed me gently on my forehead.
"I love you too." I whispered quietly.
~Kickin' it~
"Kim." Somebody whispered in my ear.
"Wake up, Sleepyhead..." Jack breathed against my skin, shaking me gently.
I opened my eyes just a little and peeked out from the top of the pillow to find the source of the voice. I saw Jack staring down at me. He was already dressed, he was wearing a longsleeved red button up shirt, with the first few buttons undone, blue jeans and black sneakers.
"We're late for school." He whispered, bending over me a little more.
"Are we?" I murmured, swinging my legs out of the bed. "Let me just get changed."
Jack waited outside while I ransacked the closet. I found my favourite purple shirt and my black jeans with the rips in them. I put them on, and then I pulled on some trainers. I walked out into the hallway. Jack held my hand and we walked out of his house and down the streets. I never really noticed before, but all the trees seemed brighter and the birds seemed louder.
When we got to school, everybody was rushing to their first lesson. Jack and I ran to History, not caring who we ran into.
"Ok class, we'll be... Ah, Kim, Jack, take your seats and we can get started." The teacher wasn't our normal one, it was a female and her name tag said Miss Kligman. I sat down with Jack and got my book out.
Titanic, the story of Chris Anderson.
Jack went rigid next to me as he read the title. I hoped Miss Kligman wasn't another slayer who was on to us. I sighed in relief when I saw that was the next chapter in our textbook.
"Jack, was he related to you?" Miss Kligman asked.
"Yeah, he was my Great-Great-Great Grandad." Jack lied.
"Huh, learn something new everyday." I muttered, playing along with him.
"I needed an alias." He whispered in my ear.
"Today, we will be learning about his death, and his life before Titanic." Miss Kligman said.
"Great." Jack muttered.
"Can anybody tell me how he died?" Miss Kligman asked. Jack raised his hand and Miss nodded in his direction.
"He died of hypothermia." He said.
"That's right. What was his occupation?" Miss pressed.
"Crew, first officer." I looked at Jack and he smirked at me. I couldn't believe how much I learned about him, or how calm he was when he was talking about this stuff. I just hoped nobody made the connection, but luckily the picture was black and white, so unless you looked really close, you couldn't tell the difference.
I began writing down everything in the textbook, Jack shook his head and laughed quietly, and he began writing everything down too. I didn't see why he needed to re-open old wounds like that, but at least he made the effort to come to school eventhough he's probably been going since they were invented.
I sighed in relief as the bell rang. Jack and I packed our bags up. I had Spanish and Jack had Latin. Somebody from the football team ran past us and Jack fell on me, pushing me into the lockers. It didn't hurt, but I could tell something was wrong when his hand accidentally brushed against my stomach.
His eyes went somber and his face fell.
"Kim, come with me." Jack grabbed my wrist gently and led me into the humanities bathroom. I didn't care if it was the girls bathroom, I needed him to tell me what he needed to tell me.
"Look, I really don't know how to tell you this, but..." Jack's voice trailed off and I began to get scared. He was holding back something.
"Jack, don't scare me again." I sighed. "Just tell me."
"Your baby's dead." Jack said suddenly.
"What?" I didn't want to believe what he was saying. How could it have died, it wasn't even fully developed.
"No... it... I." I was babbling now. I didn't know what to say, what to think. All I felt was icy numbness spreading through my body as Jack put my hand up to my stomach.
I couldn't feel the cells.
They were gone.
~Kickin' it~
I know, two cliffhangers in a row, I'm an evil girl I know, but I hope the moment-I-got-back update balanced it. Shall we say, over 130 reviews overall, and I'll start writing the next chapter.
I would start sooner, but I've got a project on Titanic due at school on Tuesday, and knowing me, I'll probably do it last minute on Tuesday or something. See you guys later and drop me some reviews! And if anyone is wondering, eventhough Kim can feel Jack's pain, she won't die if he gets staked, either by pine wood, or normal wood. :)