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Chapter Thirty-Four

Sometimes you try your hardest, you try to make the pieces of a puzzle fit, but they don't. You keep turning the pieces round just to see if they fit in, in a different way, and will finally make the whole puzzle. This time the pieces didn't fit, Sam couldn't see how they could, and the only way to make the pieces fit was to hear the story from the one who had done it.

Sam was out in the fields thinking, she and Vixen had both come to the conclusion that there was one person that they trusted, who knew where everyone was. That person was Cal. They were going to meet at Cal's house in half an hour to approach him. Both Vixen and Sam had stewed the whole situation over together and couldn't come to any conclusion, and so had decided to spend some time apart to think it over again. So far Sam still hadn't had any luck in working out exactly what motive this person would have for murdering Summer. She was going to find out though. Sam was lying on the grass on a field not far from Cal's house; it was kind of sunny, which didn't seem right considering the wrongness of the world at that time. She closed her eyes and tried to get her brain round it, tried to logic it out...

'It just won't come,' Sam snapped, frustrated, sitting up.

Her hands were in fists and she glared resentfully at the empty field before her.

'What just won't come, sweetheart?' A voice asked from behind her.

Sam turned slowly and then collapsed back on the ground on seeing who it was.

'I don't need this at the minute Cameron,' she sighed. 'I'm stressed out enough as it is, I don't need you messing with my head again.'

He sat down beside her, she flinched away when he put his hand on her knee.

'Yes, your little friend has died, hasn't she? I'm very sorry for that,' he said, his tone regretful.

'What do you care?' Sam muttered, turning her face away from him as a tear dripped down her face. 'You didn't even know her...'

'It's always sad when an innocent dies.' Cameron took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. He used his other hand to wipe away the tears trailing down her face. 'Come now, don't cry Sam, crying won't bring an end to your pain. Tears shed lead to more tears.'

'It's just not fair,' Sam sobbed, not moving her head from his firm grasp. 'She didn't deserve this. Why did this happen to her?'

'You know who did it,' he observed, letting go of her and cradling her head against his chest instead.

Sam went to fight him, but allowed herself to stay still. There was something soothing about being so close to someone in a time of need. She needed a friend.

'Yes, but I don't know why...'

'Often there are things that we shouldn't know, things that we need to be kept safe from, things that could damage us.'

'Do you know?'

'I have an idea, but I can't know for sure, these events would have taken place before I came here, you see.'

'If you know something,' Sam said, pulling her self upright. 'You need to tell me.' Her eyes were wide and earnest. 'I need to know.'

'No,' Cameron sighed. 'If you need to ask me then you'll never really know. If you want to know then you need to be asking someone else your questions.'

His eyes were bright and beautiful; to Sam he seemed to be surrounded by gold light, the sun behind him was doing wonders.

'You'll learn,' he continued. 'You'll learn the way to have all your questions answered.'

Somehow they'd shifted position until she was lying flat on the grass with him leaning over her. Somewhere in her mind, she was screaming, 'this isn't right,' but she was trapped in his gaze.

'How can I learn,' she whispered.

Her mind was blocking everything out, it was getting fuzzy, all she could smell was the most beautiful, sweet scent she'd ever smelt. She felt herself leaning towards him, felt in every fibre of her being the need to be kissed. She saw him smile and lean closer.

'With me, you can learn with me. Do you want to learn with me?'

'Yes,' she gasped. 'I want to learn with you.'

She closed her eyes as he stroked her cheek, as he ran his hand gently up the side of her leg. She felt a tingling where his hands had been. She sighed contentedly.

'So beautiful,' he whispered.

His hands slid just under her top to stroke her belly, the tickling sensation was strange and made her stomach rise and fall quickly. The need grew within her, and the scent in the air grew thicker. Then he kissed her. She felt a fire ignite within her, something she'd never felt with anyone other than... The name disappeared from her mind. His lips were soft against hers and she pushed her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer so that kisses became fierce, hard, and passionate. His body was hers, pressing against her, she felt the heat of him through her clothes. Wanted him to touch her.

'Cameron,' she breathed his name.

Was going to tell him to touch her, nothing else in the world mattered apart from his touch, nothing, but then something stopped her.

'So very beautiful,' he said again, running a hand through her hair. 'I knew you were supposed to be mine.'

The line stopped her cold and cleared away some of the fog in her mind.

'Cameron,' she said again, realisation dawning on her.

'Yes, my love,' he said, lips close to hers.

'Get off of me,' she screamed.

She was shaking and in a panic, she felt violated. But hadn't she just a moment ago wanted what he was offering? She breathed in and noticed that the strong, sweet scent of before was gone. Cameron was staring at her puzzled.

'What did you do to me,' she shrieked, scrambling to her feet and backing away from him when he went near her. 'Some sort of spell, that wasn't right!' She began to cry, that couldn't have been right. 'You must have put some kind of spell on me!'

Cameron cocked his head on the side. 'Yes, it's true that I acquired a potion from a Witch that I wore today...'

'I knew it!' Sam choked out, relief coursing through her veins. It hadn't been her. 'You creep!'

'However, the strange thing is,' he continued. 'It wasn't a love potion, but a potion to intensify feelings of love that were already there.'

'No,' Sam gaped, putting her hand to her mouth.

'Yes. You may not have acted on your feelings for me before, but it's true to say that this potion would have had no effect on you at all, if you didn't feel anything for me at all.'

'No!' She shouted. 'You're wrong, I love Cal!'

'Yes, perhaps you do,' Cameron said, considering the thought. 'So that leads me to this: perhaps the most worrying thing is, not the potion I used today, but you yourself. You are so conflicted and confused that you don't know, exactly what it is you want. But people won't wait around forever. Worry about that.'

Then he turned and went, leaving Sam alone on the field.

When Sam reached Cal's house, she'd decided that Cameron had lied to her; the alternative was too dreadful to think of. However, she still felt the worry deep inside of her. Right now though, she ad bigger things to worry about.

'Why do you think I might know?' Cal asked them, glancing at both of their faces.

They had told him exactly what they knew and had asked for his help in finding the murderer.

'Because you know a lot of things,' Vixen said desperately, tears pooling in her eyes.

'Don't get upset,' Ali said, placing his hand on her stomach, where a bump was slightly noticeable. Vampire baby and all.

'I'm fine,' Vixen choked out. 'Cal please, please! For Summer!'

Sam watched the exchange, silently, she couldn't bring herself to beg Cal to do anything, not the way she'd acted earlier.

'Alright, I'll help you,' Cal said, pain on his face. 'Ali and I will wait outside though, just to make sure you're safe.'

He looked as if he found the whole situation very difficult. He put his arm around Sam and kissed the top of her head. She smiled up at him, not sure what to do.

'Thank you Cal,' Vixen whispered. 'All we want is to know why. Summer, wherever she is, deserves to know why too.'

'Then we'll take you,' Cal said. 'But prepare yourselves, the truth may be difficult to hear.'

Sam looked at him curiously, wondering if he knew something, but his face was impassive, blank.

The four of them reached a cottage, on the outskirts of town, vines grew up the front of it and trees were position around it. It was pretty in a way. Sam turned to face the other three. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, the truth was so close.

Cal was leaning against a tree, arms folded, handsome face curiously empty. His sapphire eyes told nothing. Ali was stood beside Vixen, blonde hair messy after he'd continued to run his hand through it. He said something to Vixen, and she nodded. Vixen herself looked scared: scared of the truth, scared of the unknown, scared of something. Sam tentatively approached Cal, and was relieved when he wrapped his arms around her. She breathed in his scent and felt calm and relaxed, ready to hear the truth.

'Go,' he whispered. 'Go find out why.'

So they went, the door was open, which was strange enough, and he was sat on a chair, his back to them.

'I knew you would come,' he said in a low voice. 'I knew you would want to know why.' He choked on a sob then. 'So I will try to tell you why, but God knows I wish it hadn't happened.'

'We wish it hadn't happened too,' Vixen said, angrily. 'How dare you!'

'I will try to tell you,' he repeated, staring blankly at the wall.

'So tell us,' Sam said.

The story

It was back last year, just after school had started up again, that I met her. She was in one of my classes and we didn't hit if off right away. But I soon started to find her fascinating, everything from her laugh to the way her eyes lit up when she was happy seemed as if designed to make me smile. I guess you could say I was falling for her before I even really knew her, but that just makes it clearer to me that we were made for one another.

One day we were together and we kissed, I don't know how it happened, all I know is that it was there for both of us: that spark of fire inside. Passion's a gift, but she meant more to me than that; she'll always mean more to met than that. So we were together, it's as simple as that. But only in secret... no one could know. She kept our love from her sister, from you Vixen, she loved me enough to do it.

You see, it was back before Vixen and Ali became a couple, before he defied the rules, I stuck by the rules, stuck by what Roseanna said. She said that no vampire could be with a human, so I kept Summer my beautiful little secret, and we were happy. But then you and Ali started getting close, Vixen, and everyone noticed it. Roseanna wasn't happy and I tried to explain this to Summer, but she wanted more, more than I could give her. I loved her, more than anything, but she didn't understand that I couldn't let everyone know. She wanted the whole of Thorns High to know of our love for each other.

'I'm tired of being your dirty little secret,' she cried to me one night.

I tried to tell her that she wasn't that, there was nothing dirty about her, about us, but she wouldn't listen. I told her I loved her, thought that she'd feel better after hearing me say it, like she usually did, but not this time.

'If you love me,' she'd said. 'Show me! Stop being so afraid of what people will say... please.'

She practically begged me, but I couldn't. I was scared, I admit it, not scared of Roseanna but scared because I'd never felt the way I felt for her, about anyone. So I watched as she walked away from me. Of course I tried to win her back but she refused, I wasn't ready to tell 'Table A' about us, and then events happened at the same time and everything went wild. I wanted to hurt her, I loved her so much, that her rejection of me made me want to hurt her, so I did it in the worst way possible, and there was no going back.

For a while I'd noticed that her sister Winter was showing an interest in me, an interest in Table A, but I'd ignored her, Summer was the only girl I saw, no one else was good enough, not even her sister. So then it occurred to me that I could really hurt Summer, I had the power to take her sister from her. It was spiteful, wrong, my only defence is that I was struggling to be without her and wasn't thinking rationally. So one night, the details of it aren't important, but Winter wasn't as loyal to me as Summer and I knew she wouldn't be, so she went and told her sister what had happened between us. Even now I don't know why Summer didn't tell Winter about us two, but she didn't.

Summer came to see me that night crying, we argued and I wanted her back, the chemistry was still there between us. Things happened, but in the end, nothing had changed. She swore she'd never go near me again. At that time it become public about Vixen and Ali and Roseanna was mad but she dealt with it. Perhaps Summer was waiting for me to tell her I was ready now, but I was bitter at being rejected by her and she was outright ignoring me most of the time. I'd lost her and I only knew how to hurt her.

So I made me and Winter public, which was the cruellest, nastiest thing I could ever have done, but I can't change it. She was sad, I saw it in her eyes every time we walked past her as a couple. Soon Winter found out about me and with Roseanna's consent I made her one of us, this drew her even further away from Summer and drew me even further away from her.

Of course I grew to love Winter in my own way, but it wasn't the same, couldn't be the same as the love I felt for Summer. It broke my heart to see Summer with other boys and have to pretend I didn't care, but sometimes I struggled to do this, as you might have seen sometimes. Anyway let's go through this to prom night, she was with that idiot and I got mad, she saw that, and she ran away. Somewhere through the course of the night, I found her alone and she cried on me, told me that she still loved me. I didn't know what to do, I still loved her too, and we shared the most perfect moment, it felt as if things might finally be right again.

But no. She told me straight out that she'd never hurt her sister the way I wanted her to, told me that she'd never forgive me for what I'd done to her. I don't know what happened, I saw my future stretching on without her, saw her growing old with someone else, having someone else's babies, and it tore me apart. So I drank her blood in a fit of range, wanted to take a part of her that no one else could have, wanted her last moments to be with me, right then, not old with someone else. It was selfish, and as soon as I'd done it, I was overcome with grief. I texted you both that Summer had gone home and then ran to tell Winter I'd found Summer dead, didn't know how to face up to what I'd done. If I could go back and change it I would, you don't know how much pain I'm in.

I've lost her forever now.'

He looked at us, dark eyes shadowed with pain. We finally saw what was in his hand, a photo of the two of them, smiling and happy. 'You're at peace now my sweetheart,' he whispered, kissing the photo, his tears dripped onto it.

'And I hope you never are!' Vixen screamed, tears pouring down her face. 'I hope she haunts you forever Rowan.'

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