Chapter 8

This is bad, Chris thought.

He knew that he couldn't have done anything if he had tried to stop the brutality and bloodshed. Head spinning, he tried to recall this moment of his life. It was hopeless though; at such an early age he had been exposed to numerous amounts of terrible things. To identify a particular murder by his father was impossible.

Heaving a sigh, he continued to stare with melancholy at his younger self, running towards the merciless vampire, who he was ashamed to call his father and being lifted into the air.

"Chris, my boy, what do we do to witches who are disloyal to the Night World?" Jivott asked enthusiastically.

"Bang, Bang, Bang!" the little boy replied, grinning back at his father, who patted him on the shoulder proudly.

Chris cringed. This was wrong. How could I have been so pitiless, it was uncanny . His five-year old self had no sympathy or fear in those green eyes. How much had he changed since then? The boy he murdered at Plyton, how incredulous that he didn't even know that his name or even regretted his actions.

But now, for the first time in his life, he changed his perspective on harming others, even vermin.

The scene was disappearing and he found himself back in the grassy field with Lizzie.

Now you understand why I didn't want to show you this before.

Panic spread through Chris. Did Lizzie know that his father was the murderer that had changed her life and made her an orphan? As fearful as he was of telling her the truth, he knew he had to and gathered his strength, pushing Lizzie out of his mind. He wanted to tell her face-to-face, not in this place filled with harmony and tranquility.

As he felt himself being separated from her and obtained into his body once more, he quickly pulled away from a shocked and grief-stricken Lizzie.

Heart racing, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath

"I was the boy in your memory" Chris said deep anguish in his eyes.

Lizzie heard the words being spoken, but she couldn't register it. What was Chris talking about? If he was the boy in her reminiscence, then surely he would've known who the dark-haired parasite was. The one who had killed mum and dad.

Oh dear Goddess. He couldn't. Not her beloved Chris. Why couldn't it have been anyone else? She started getting delirious and hadn't even realized she was trembling.

"Chris, please don't joke about things like this," she said nervously, already falling into denial.

"Lizzie, the boy was me and...and the man who killed your parents, he was my father"

Gasping and clutching her heart, Lizzie felt like a thousand knives had just pierced into her. All her emotions were out of control and she felt herself shaking Chris aggressively.

"You're lying! You're lying! I hate you, why are you doing this to me?" she asked sounding feverish. The world had suddenly filled with despair. She could see the genuineness in those eyes and his expression. Feel his repentance and anguish.

This made her feel more inadequate. I should forgive him, she told herself. Easier said then done. Her thoughts rolled back to that dreadful event.

Lizzie and her sister Annette had fled into the house when they saw the car approach and confronted their parents about it. She didn't understand why her mum was screaming and dad walked so obstinately outside. Mum had hugged us both and told us she loved us, she was foreboding their fate. Lizzie was so scared, what was happening? Why were people shouting outside? She had thought as mum kissed their foreheads and commanded them to run for their lives, going out the back door. It was the last thing her mother ever said to her.

The sisters didn't obey; they were struck by fright, not daring to move an inch. Staring out the living room window, Lizzie and Annette saw everything that transpired. Only when they heard their front door slam onto the ground and the sound of footsteps coming closer to them, did they take off, running as fast as their little feet could carry them.

What did you expect? For her to be jumping up and down in joy? Chris thought as he attempted to calm Lizzie down, who was distraught.

It cut him to pieces to see her like this. Her eyes were unfocused, as if she was not seeing anything at all. As if she was in her own little world, unwilling to let reality sink in. Not that he could blame her. Lizzie always seemed to have rainy days. And he wanted so much, to take the hurting away. To just hold her in his arms and tell her everything he said was a lie.

He couldn't though; lying would do nobody any good.

Lizzie stood up hastily and stormed out the door, slamming it shut.

He wanted to go after her, but knew it would be a futile move. She needed some space.

What have you done Redfern? It's over between you and Lizzie. You ruined it, you and your family. His thoughts swirled around and he let the fact be accepted by his mind. Lizzie and I can never be together. Closing his eyes, he let the sorrow of his tears cascade down his face.

She was running again. To get away from the facts, the pain, the hurting. Just to be alone.

What was going to happen now? Who can I turn to? Was it over with Chris? Could she really stand to be with someone whose father had ended her parent's lives and changed hers forever? Unanswered questions floated in her mind as she ran to the nearest elevator.

Her fingers trailed over all the buttons of numbers. Too distracted to pick a particular level, she pressed every single button, which took a while; it was Thierry's mansion after all.

Sinking to the ground, she curled up in the corner, putting her head on her knees. The feeling of anger had evaporated and was replaced by a sense of gloom. Chris, he was everything to me. He was the first guy I ever liked in that way. The world was so twisted, why had she fallen for him? It was like a very horrible version of Romeo and Juliet.

She realized she still wanted to be with Chris and was washed with guiltiness. It would be so disrespectful if they still stayed together after she had learnt what his family had done to hers. But however hard she tried; she couldn't stop thinking of him. His protectiveness, the warmth and the intimacy of the mind meld.

Frustrated tears rolled down her cheeks and she silently wept, for what seemed like the thousandth time this week.

Chris stirred from where he lay on the couch, trying to sleep.

It was impossible though. How could he sleep knowing that Lizzie hated him and probably never wanted to see or talk to him again? Thinking of the moment they had shared. How her expression changed from happiness to suffering.

Just then he heard a scraping noise near the doorway. Blinking in the dimness of the living room, he sat up and extended his senses, his eyes adjusting to the dark.

He distinctly heard the doorknob being twisted open and a slam as the door swung into the wall. Was it Lizzie? The hope vanished as he heard heavy boots walking into the apartment.

"Damn, this is a nice place" came a voice that Chris thought he'd never hear again.

But what the hell was he doing here. Hang on; there was more than one person. Could it be? He soundlessly walked to the light switch, flicking the switch so the whole downstairs flooded with artificial light.

It was them.

His gang. Blaine, Ashton, Sam, Izzie, Gemini and Topaz. They were all here and grinning as they spotted him.

"Chris!" the girls screamed, running over to hug him. The guys nodded and thumped him on the shoulder. "Hey Redfern, how's it going?"

He stared wordlessly at them all. "How did you guys get here?" he asked arching an eyebrow.

Sam bit her lip, looking around at the others. "You see Chris, we need you to come back with us to Plyton. We all thought you were dead and..." she faltered, unable to go on.

"What she's trying to say is, now that we know you're alive and Kane's gang thinks you're dead, you can come back to Plyton." Blaine finished patting Sam on the shoulder.

Everybody looked at Chris, beseeching his answer. No, he couldn't go back. This was where he belonged with Lizzie...A nasty thought crawled into his brain. You're not with her anymore are you and you probably never will be again.

"What if we run into Kane's gang" he asked, making excuses to avoid leaving Circle Daybreak.

"If they mess with you, we're take care of them, don't worry" Blaine replied confidently, and a hint of his old stubbornness and take-charge attitude in his voice.

Chris heaved a sigh. He didn't know what to do. It felt like he was losing control of his life with all the choices that were thrown in his face. Glancing up, he saw apprehension and importunate in his friend's faces.

"You do want to leave Circle Daybreak, don't you?" Blaine asked, by the tone of his voice it was a statement rather than a question.

"I..." he begun. He couldn't tell them. They would never understand the way he felt and besides he didn't feel like sharing his personal life and the atrocity of what had drove Lizzie away.

"Ok" he answered sullenly. Weighing the pros and cons in his mind. There was his gang, his family and Annabel. Annabel, why didn't I think about her before? He thought.

As they stepped out of his apartment, Chris seriously wondered if he was making the right choice.

The elevator doors opened for the 12th time.

Lizzie had stayed there, crying out the anger and misery. Her eyes felt sore, and she was sure they were puffy and red.

"Lizzie? Is that you?" someone asked, "What happened?"

She unwillingly lifted her head to find herself staring at a familiar vampire.

Shaking away the confusion she wiped the tears from her eyes. "James?"

"Yes, thanks for such an enthusiastic greeting" he replied sarcastically.

Laughing, mainly because she was relieved to find a friend, she stood up and hugged him.

"Ok, that's more like it" James said sounding surprised and giving her an awkward pat on the back. "What's wrong?"

Lizzie felt like unloading all her problems to him. Someone who cared about her and would understand her problems. She stared at James for a while, although he was a great and empathetic person, it was still pretty difficult to talk to a guy about the problems she had throughout this week.

Than the answer came to her.

"James, can you take me to see Poppy?" she asked, noting the vampire's expression instantly changing to relief. Obviously, he was relieved that she hadn't answered. She was pretty sure he didn't enjoy listening and counseling girls and dealing with their issues.

The vampire earnestly took her hand and led her to Poppy's room.

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