Saving Her
Telling Her Disclaimer: By this time I shouldn't even have to tell you. A/N: Thank you to everyone who sent in reviews! They really are making me want to get the chapters out quicker! Keep sending them in! Also, someone mentioned that they thought my story was going by really fast. Well, this is just the beginning. I already have it all planned out, and there is A LOT more story left.
The words were barely out of Alison's mouth when she realized something was wrong. Rafe's body language had completely changed; he had tensed up, had gone very pale, and the pure fear in his eyes would make one think he had just seen a ghost.
"Rafe, what is it? What's wrong? She asked him.
Rafe's head slowly dropped, defeated. "That was the last thing I wanted you to say," he replied quietly.
"What, that I have the flu? It's not a big deal, Rafe. It's ~*sniff*~ flu season.
"No, Alison, it's not that simple." Rafe wondered if he should continue. Should I tell her she has a deadly disease that has some unknown connection to vampires? I don't want to worry her, he thought. On the other hand, she has the right to know. She might be more scared when she finds that she is getting sicker and sicker. Plus, if I'm going to Transyvannia, she'll have to know where I am. Rafe had made his decision.
"Alison, I was just with Chris at the hospital. A lot of people are getting sick with a disease."
"Oh no! That's so sad! Are they alright?"
"Alison," Rafe said as soothingly as possible, "they're all dead."
Alison looked shocked. "That's awful! But what does that have to do with-"
Alison stopped mid-sentence, as the realization of what Rafe was saying finally hit her. "Oh Rafe," she said quietly. "You don't think that I have it, do you?"
"Well, you have all the symptoms. First people get dizzy. Then they develop the flu. Next they get seizures and finally fall into a coma. Then they."
Rafe was too choked up to continue. Tears had already started to fall down his cheeks. He bowed his head, trying to prevent Alison from seeing them. He didn't want Alison to see how afraid he was.
It didn't work. Alison simply knew him too well. Gently, she lifted his chin. She leaned in and began to kiss away his tears. Finally, she pulled away and made eye contact with him.
"If it's true," Alison started, "if I really do have this, what can we do?"
Now Rafe faced another task; he had to tell her she was the victim of some sort of vampire's curse.
"I don't know," he said at last. "Alison, you have to know that this is not a normal disease. We compared the blood samples of the patients effected by it to Ian's blood.
A wave of panic washed over Alison. "Bu-but Ian's a vampire," she said shakily.
Rafe simply nodded.
Alison swallowed hard. "What did you find?"
"Alison, the patients' blood had similar components to the vampire blood."
Alison didn't say anything. She didn't think she could. She didn't need Rafe to tell her what was going on. It was obvious; the vampires had done something to people to make them sick and die and she was next. She was going to die.
Alison couldn't be strong any longer. She collapsed into Rafe's arms. She sobbed her heart out. She cried until she had no tears left. Even then she continued to sob. And Rafe cried right along with her. All of the pain, the worry, the hurt he had felt that day came flowing out, and he cried just as much as Alison. Maybe even more. She had never seen him this upset. She wanted so much to comfort him, to talk softly to him and tell him everything would be all right. But she couldn't. She couldn't compose herself long enough to say a single word. And she couldn't rip herself away from her place against Rafe's chest. All she could do was stay there and cry. And that's what they did. They stayed in the same position until they had cried themselves into a fitful sleep. They spent that night on the floor, intertwined with each other, both afraid to let go.
Telling Her Disclaimer: By this time I shouldn't even have to tell you. A/N: Thank you to everyone who sent in reviews! They really are making me want to get the chapters out quicker! Keep sending them in! Also, someone mentioned that they thought my story was going by really fast. Well, this is just the beginning. I already have it all planned out, and there is A LOT more story left.
The words were barely out of Alison's mouth when she realized something was wrong. Rafe's body language had completely changed; he had tensed up, had gone very pale, and the pure fear in his eyes would make one think he had just seen a ghost.
"Rafe, what is it? What's wrong? She asked him.
Rafe's head slowly dropped, defeated. "That was the last thing I wanted you to say," he replied quietly.
"What, that I have the flu? It's not a big deal, Rafe. It's ~*sniff*~ flu season.
"No, Alison, it's not that simple." Rafe wondered if he should continue. Should I tell her she has a deadly disease that has some unknown connection to vampires? I don't want to worry her, he thought. On the other hand, she has the right to know. She might be more scared when she finds that she is getting sicker and sicker. Plus, if I'm going to Transyvannia, she'll have to know where I am. Rafe had made his decision.
"Alison, I was just with Chris at the hospital. A lot of people are getting sick with a disease."
"Oh no! That's so sad! Are they alright?"
"Alison," Rafe said as soothingly as possible, "they're all dead."
Alison looked shocked. "That's awful! But what does that have to do with-"
Alison stopped mid-sentence, as the realization of what Rafe was saying finally hit her. "Oh Rafe," she said quietly. "You don't think that I have it, do you?"
"Well, you have all the symptoms. First people get dizzy. Then they develop the flu. Next they get seizures and finally fall into a coma. Then they."
Rafe was too choked up to continue. Tears had already started to fall down his cheeks. He bowed his head, trying to prevent Alison from seeing them. He didn't want Alison to see how afraid he was.
It didn't work. Alison simply knew him too well. Gently, she lifted his chin. She leaned in and began to kiss away his tears. Finally, she pulled away and made eye contact with him.
"If it's true," Alison started, "if I really do have this, what can we do?"
Now Rafe faced another task; he had to tell her she was the victim of some sort of vampire's curse.
"I don't know," he said at last. "Alison, you have to know that this is not a normal disease. We compared the blood samples of the patients effected by it to Ian's blood.
A wave of panic washed over Alison. "Bu-but Ian's a vampire," she said shakily.
Rafe simply nodded.
Alison swallowed hard. "What did you find?"
"Alison, the patients' blood had similar components to the vampire blood."
Alison didn't say anything. She didn't think she could. She didn't need Rafe to tell her what was going on. It was obvious; the vampires had done something to people to make them sick and die and she was next. She was going to die.
Alison couldn't be strong any longer. She collapsed into Rafe's arms. She sobbed her heart out. She cried until she had no tears left. Even then she continued to sob. And Rafe cried right along with her. All of the pain, the worry, the hurt he had felt that day came flowing out, and he cried just as much as Alison. Maybe even more. She had never seen him this upset. She wanted so much to comfort him, to talk softly to him and tell him everything would be all right. But she couldn't. She couldn't compose herself long enough to say a single word. And she couldn't rip herself away from her place against Rafe's chest. All she could do was stay there and cry. And that's what they did. They stayed in the same position until they had cried themselves into a fitful sleep. They spent that night on the floor, intertwined with each other, both afraid to let go.