1 Title: Fiery Summer

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2 Chapter 2: Love to be yet not told.

~ = Thoughts

/= Telepathic talking

~ Oh, god I love you ~ she thought to her self not realizing he had come two ~ You can't be dead and I know your

not ~.

Ryan was her best friend and she loved him not the way you love a friend it was true love, she would marry him, he just didn't know yet.

Ryan was her age, 22, and an old soul with telepathy; she herself was a Vampire, a Blackthorne.

/Summer, summer hey come back to reality! / It was Ryan's soft voice in her mind.

/Oh, Ryan/ she sent back, wondering if he sensed her thoughts, but she wouldn't worry about that now.

/Are you okay, what happened? / She asked silently.

/Well…/he began softly /umm they hit me with something

On the back of my head, I don't remember anything else though. /

Putting 1 arm around his waist.

And another under his knees, Summer lifted him and began walking down the cold dark street ~it should be the other way around~

She thought sarcastically.

She walked slowly trying not to rub him the wrong way.

She could feel his breathing, his heartbeat, his bones slowing knitting back together as a result of the blood she'd given him.

They didn't talk as they she carried him down the street.



*****Sorry its so short, if anyone is actually reading this, next chapter will be better!!!2.1

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