Carly's Accident
Chapter 28
Carly's POV

It was 5 in the morning, and there we sat on a mountain side in the freezing cold, soaked to the bone from the drizzling rain. The country side was really quite beautiful with the changing colors of the leaves that still clung to the trees. As the rain began to let up and the rising sun started to peak out from behind the clouds, I leaned back against Ryan, absorbing the warmth of his body. Closing my eyes, I let the warmth of the sun and Ryan big arms chase the chill away.

We had already been sitting around in full costume for an hour waiting for the director of the second unit to arrive. I was so tired, I just wanted to go back to my nice warm bed. I felt like I could sleep for a million years. One of these days I'll learn not to go out with Holly and Ryan the night before an early shoot.

Before meeting Holly at the restaurant last night I decided to give Samantha a quick call to see how Angel and the baby were doing. For some reason I had this overwhelming need to make sure that they were both alright.

"Everything seems to be ok," Samantha reassured me, " Angel is a lot better now that she's drinking blood."

"Ewwwww", I said, "that is just nasty!"

"I know what you mean", Samantha said with a giggle, "but it does seem to be making a big difference for Angel. She's looking so much better, and has gotten a lot of her strength back since she started drinking it".

"Yeah, but still", I said, "it just gross!"

"Try being the one who has to pour her glass after glass of it", Samantha laughed.

"I still couldn't wrap my head around everything that had happened!", I confused to Samantha.

"I know how you feel Carly," Samantha said, "everything that I ever dreamed about as a child has turned out to be true. My parents always said that I just had an over-active imagination when I would tell them about my dreams."

"Really?," I asked, "You had dreams about our lives together too?"

"Oh my God Carly! Yes!," Samantha said with just as much surprise in her voice. "All the time when I was little, but the good, fun-filled dreams started to fade when I was about 12."

"Me too!", I exclaimed, "Wow Sam, this is just so freaky! Do you think that the other girls had the same kind of dreams as us?"

"Probably", Samantha stated, "it wouldn't surprise me in the least if they did."

"Well, I should probably let you go Sam", I told her, "Ryan should be at my place any minute now. Plus Holly is always giving me shit about being late all the time, so I better finish getting ready."

"Okay", Samantha said, "We'll see you both tomorrow evening. Now, your flight is due in at 8pm, right?"

"Yep!," I said, "Fingers Crossed, Holly is picking me up at 2 tomorrow afternoon, and we are heading straight to the airport there from the set." After a few more pleasantries we said our goodbyes.

It was all moving so fast, and even though I wasn't 100% comfortable with everything, I decided to suck it up and make the best of it, during our time together. Angel and Sherri had explained to me what had happened that night we were taken. Not only was I reunited with 3 lost sisters, and found out I was going to be a Auntie, but I had also gained a new friend in Holly. And as if that wasn't enough, I also found out I was part human, part shape shifter, and part vampire. Slowing I was beginning to let go of my anger, but I still couldn't be all touchy-feely and sisterly with them like they wanted me to be. I had been on my own for so long it wasn't who I was, but slowly I was getting use to them and starting to feel like I belonged with them.

"Oh, I have something to show you!," Ryan said excitedly, the sound of his voice bringing me back to the present.

"Oh? And just what would that be?", I asked him sitting up and turning to face him. There was no telling what it could possibly be knowing Ryan.

With a massive grin on his face, he pushed up the sleeve of his shirt. "So? What do you think of it?", he asked me excitedly as he showed me his new tattoo. It was a tribal band wrapped around his bicep, a design that I had seen him doodling on ever scrap piece of paper he could get his hands for the past year.
"Sweet!", I said, "I have to admit it Ryan, it really did turn out great! I just can't believe that you finally went through with it. And you didn't even invite me to come along with you!"

"Sorry babe", he said with a fake pout on his lips, "can you forgive me?"

"Of course," I told him with a giggle as he leaned forward to give me a quick peck on the cheek.
Several weeks ago Ryan had come across this new tattoo shop in the local town center when he was out for his morning jog. Once he found out that the owner was this 'hot chick', he had been itching to go in there and chat her up. I was getting so fed up with him talking about her, that I double dog dared him to go in there and get a tattoo done.

I sat there and laughed at him while I handed over the $100 that I owed him for completing the dare. Ryan and I were in a good place now. We stopped sleeping together, well for the most part, when Ryan confessed that he thought he was falling in love with me just after I came back from Forks. Even though I loved Ryan, I wasn't in love with him and I didn't want to string him along. So I told him the truth. After a long talk, we decided that we didn't want to not be a part of each other lives, and that we would be better off as friends. To tell you the truth Ryan has always been my best friend and has always looked out for me. I couldn't have wished for a better outcome.

Finally at 6:00am the director arrived and we could finally start to get ready to film. The stunt today was cliff diving, and our job was to act like we were a couple of teenagers messing around on the cliff tops jumping off them from different heights. We had already done the lower heights earlier on in the week and today was the big one.

Ryan made is way to the to cliff's edge, and took five steps back to where the director told him to stand. Once the cameras and crew were ready, the director shouted action, and Ryan started to run. When he hit the cliff's edge he jumped out into the air, looking positively graceful during the entire descent until he finally hit the water below. Looking over the cliff's edge, I could see in the dark sea below, his head popping out of the water, he was all smiles.

The director then called for me to take my place. I just needed to do exactly what Ryan did, plain and simple. There was nothing scary at all about as far as I was concerned. I've done cliff diving hundreds time and I have always loved the thrill it gave me. The higher the jump, the bigger the rush I felt each time!

I walked to the marker where the director told me to stand, and waited for the camera man and crew to confirm that they were ready. Taking several deep breathes, I worked to psyche my self up for my jump. It never failed, no matter how many times I've made jumps like this, the butterflies always take flight in the pit of my stomach as I wait for my cue.

As I worked the tips of my toes into the soggy ground, my mind wandered back to a different place and time. Suddenly images filled my mind of playing tag out in the backyard with my sisters. I could clear see mom sitting on a blanket with me and baby Jess on her lap reading to us, as dad and my older sisters played ball.

I quickly snapped out of my daydream when the director shouted action. For some unexplainable reason, I just couldn't get those imagines out of my mind. They clouded my mind and my vision. My head clearly wasn't in the game. In my line of work, staying focused was truly a matter of life and death.

Pushing off with my back foot, I ran as fast as I could. Before I reached the jump point, I felt an uncontrollable urge to stop. It felt like something or someone was trying to stop me. My footsteps faltered, and for a brief moment, there was a slight hesitation in my step. I felt myself slowing down, when I really should have been increasing my speed. But it was too late to stop now, I was committed to the jump.

Just as I my feet left the cliff's edge, a strong current of wind caught me and forced my body backwards towards the cliff. It was though a giant hand was trying to pushing me back up onto the cliff's edge that I had just left. I fought against the wind trying to reposition my body, so that I would entered the water at the right angle.

Struggling with all my might, I just couldn't seem to regain control over my body. Horrified, I looked down towards the dark murky water below me. It was then that I that my body was aiming towards the rocks below. My body wasn't far enough out to avoid the rocks! I knew I would hit my head against them at any moment now. Training and instinct took over and I threw my arms up around the top of my head. I closed me eyes and waited as I fell faster and faster, coming closer to the rocks below. It was a sound I will never forget, the sound of my arms hitting the rocks followed by my lower legs, and then everything went black.