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The things we leave behind
Chapter one by Slaya
She was siting in her room. Didn t know what to do. Where to start. How to name the game that s been played out long before her time.
God, it came like such a big blow into her mind.
It s not fair. Not being able to choose what you want to do. Barbaric. To force her into this.
A thing that she has never asked for, never expected. Not from a long distance.
It is best that we start from the begining of the story.
And the begining of the story isn t a few days ago but a lot of years ago. Ten years to be exactly correct.
Then this girl was only five years old. Her name was and still is Cassie.
That s short for Cassandra. She got her name from the greek myth of Casandra who had the gift of seeing the future. She saw terrible things that will happened to her country but nobody believed her. And so she went mad.
This was the case with Cassie.
She got sick. Real sick.
She was only five and so weak. The doctors speculated that maybe she won t make it.
Maybe she ll bite the big dust. And end up in a scary little grave.
She had a strong fever that was keeping her awake.
Halucinating. Not seeing the things that other people were seeing. She saw something more. She saw the world end in a great dissaster.
The voices told her that. The voices that she could hear so loud that she could hear nogthing more. Just them. She could just cry out and hope to be heard.
But nobody listened to her.
The voices were way too strong.
And it was way too late to stop the process now that it begun.
Cassie survived her illness. But never forgot it and became marked by it forever.
She often wondered about death. What is it like to be dead. Does everthing just stop? Or does it move on. Keep going. Till the date of never and ever. Forever.
She could never put her finger on it but…..in some way she was conected with death. In some strange way. She could feel it. Deep inside.
She could feel it in her nightmares.
People with raged dolls and pointy sharp knives. Bold monsters with blackness in their eyes. Nogthing safe about it. Then vampires with sharp and pointy teeth. Wanting to bite her flesh, rip it apart like it would mean the world to them.
It probably would. If they would have been real.
If they only could be real. Sometimes she wished for that.
That they be real. Creatures of the night dancing with death every step of the way.
It was something in them that could make a person mad.
Blood. And death offcourse.
How could you have a vampire without death?
How could a vampire be alive? Then he wouldn t be a vampire. He would be something else.
Cassie clearly remembers when her first and last boyfriend heard of her admiration towards the undead ones. He tried to impersenate one and really bite her neck.
He did that.
She slaped him as soon as she could.
The nerves of that guy!
He made a deep wound. What? He thought that it might be hot or that Cassie would spread her legs sooner if he did that?
Idiot.
People don t take her serious. And they try to tell her that everything that she thinks, feels and knows is a lie.
She doesn t buy it.
Well buhu to all of you, you narow-minded creatures of the bloody light.
Yeah. Cassie is a tough cookie to breake.
That doesn t mean that she can t be broken. Or be in pain.
Just the opposite of it.
She gets hurt all of the time. A lot worse than a lot of other people. It s because she fights everyone and everything and never stops.
Up until now.
This really took her by suprise.
She is something of a chosen one and she needs to stand alone against the vampires and the forces of evil. Caus she is the weapon of good.
Something called «The Watchers Council» is sudenly controling her destiny.
Tomorow night she has to pack all of her things and escape from home because of hers and her families safety.
She has to go to the abandoned warehouse near the botanical garden.
Two people will waight for her there. Her new «Watchers». They weren t really watchers. They were substitute watchers because something wicked happened to the real ones.
And it seemes that all of hell broke loose.
She was so confused. These people that she s never heard of are telling her that she must leave and learn to be a vampire slayer because the last one died.
Scared. Confused. Mixed on her feelings.
«This is wrong. This is so completley wrong!»-she screamed in her head-«I can t just go off with some strangers that I don t know. I can t leave my family, my life. I really can t be that much naive. I don t know what they re thinking when they say thoose things but I don t wanna be kidnapped, raped or something like that. I m not a little girl.
They can t get me to go with them by giving me some candy.»-she thought.
Were vampires her candy then?
The question broke inside of her mind during a quiet moment of peace.
She showed it right out of her.
She puts her hand to her head. Pain. It s like she s thinking too much. This is all bothering her so much. It s six o clock. By this time tomorow she should be packed and ready.
No. That s not gonna happen.
«Not here and not with me.»
She steped into the cold bathroom. She closed the open window. It s gonna be a foggy night.
She toke her clothes off and steped into the warm shower.
The water was hot, it was almost burning her skin to the point of serious pain. She needed that. A little bit of big harse pain. Just to take her mind from certain things.
Or just to feel like alive. And breathing.
She went back to her room, smacked the window open. She felt the cold breeze.
Maybe she gets sick and really die this time. So that a nuder one may come after her. So she would have to deal with this.
The front doors are unlocking and opening. Somebody steps in. Her mother.
She goes pass Cassies door. She never even said «hy» or something.
Instead for saying hello to her younger daughter, she went to the room of the older. Blair.
She has bought her a new dress.
Blair was always a mama s girl.
Cassie felt like she could rip her eyes straight out and watch them bleed on her hand. Without a blink of an eye. She was completley sure.
Caus Blair was, we re not gonna lie, completley beautiful. Eyes like ripe wicked plums. Brown hair, long, long…
Long legs as well. She looked like a princess, you know what I mean.
Cassie was beautiful as well, but in a different way than Blair.
She had raven eyes and raven hair. That could have been her nickname. A name that all would dread from. Raven. Nice idea.
She looked like a witch of somesort. Completley mysterious, strong and so magical.
She was like a drog for eyes torchered by the endless line s of shalow minded emty girls.
She had something in that beautiful head of her s.
Unfortuneatly, we can not say that about Blair.
Yes, she is beautiful. But her life revolves around guys, dresses, make-up and her sodding loose of virginity. She thought that now she s o so «cool».
She was emty inside.
Cassie was full packed up. That s all that needs to be said.
You understand, don t you.
Yeah, offcourse you do.
So….anyway, Cassie was drinking her tea and reading her book. She always had a book somwhere near her. As if it kept her safe.
Or sain. From the harsh reality of this bloody egsistance.
She found a crack into wich she could dissapear. Good for her.
She went to sleep early.
Well…she was trying to fall to sleep. Blair listened to her Atomic kittens and Sugababes albums. Her mother didn t seem to mind.
She just yelled and yelled. All the way into Cassies ear.
«Don t do that.»
«Do what?»
«Yell at me like that. Jesus, I m fucking fifteen, not two. I m not a moron you know.»
«Watch your language little lady!»
«Why? I don t think that Blair watches her language.»
«Don t drag Blair into this. That s one of your tricks, isn t it?»
«What fucking tricks?»
«Again with the bad language. You know Blair could never let something like that slip out of her mouth. Blair could never be a dirty little liar like you.»
They both came quiet now.
Cassie was slit apart and open by that remark.
Cassies mother was refering to the time that she was sick. When she heard thoose voices from hell saying that the world s gonna end sooner than they all think. They told her that she s gonna die when she ll be twenty.
Cassie was suspicious to the whole world end thing. But about her death…..she was completley sure that it s right around the corner.
Waiting. For her to come.
Her mother left the room with tears in her eyes. She really gets off crying on every chance that she gets.
But twenty years old. And she s gonna die. So little time. Just five years more.
And she doesn t, she refuses to believe it. That s why she isin t out there in the world right now, trying to see, feel and do everything that she might miss in the end.
She never told anyone about that. They would never believe her.
She was just seating quietly and waiting for it to come.
In some way you could say that she was ready to die. The tick line between her visions and reality comes to be smaller and smaller. Until some day it all comes together.
She finnaly falls to sleep.
Blessed be all you little angels. Sleeping under the star covered sky. Caus that s where we all should be asleep. Not in here. Not here where it s so hot. And so dull.
Casting aside all fears that we may have. And living the life we have fully recognising the important things.
Not money or a big car, a big house…..
Thoose things don t matter to us.
Then after all of theese thought s, a tower emerges causing Cassie to start losing her mind.
It was a freaky dream. She could feel her mind sliping away into oblivion.
There were others. Just like her.
And there were monsters and dragons. It was everything, and it felt so bad but so right.
«I have places to be! The time is near! The time is now!»-she almost screamed in her sleep.
There was a tearing from wich they came. Evil came.
Evilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevilevil
Scared. No place to go, to hide. Can t run.
«What should I do now when the time has already came, the key is in place and there is nogthing here to stop her, the blood has been spilled.»
Then a girl, just a girl, just like Cassie climbs on top of the tower. She frees the key.
She turns around and she runs…..jumps…into the tearing.
She gets stuck in the middle of it. And it causes her pain.
The light vanishes. And the girl s lifeless body falls to the ground. People around her cry.
It s a sad moment.
But so beautiful. So beautiful.
She saved the world. No body will ever find out, but she saved the world.
So wonderful.
So…so….magnificent.
The evil and the bad feelings are gone.
She made it happen.
«This is what I wanna do.»-Cassie felt that second.
Opened her eyes and woke up, her pillow wet of tears.
Is this what they re asking me to do?
Sweet.
I ll rather die like that. And not to spend the rest of theese five years that I have like this.
Living just to be alive, just to eat and shit.
And take up space.
Sometimes there are risks that we take. Risks that pay off.
She has packed all of her belongins that she could carry or need.
«If I don t go, and don t become this slayer, chances are that I ll live to see twenty one.
No biggy.
We take what we get and give what we still need.»