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This story involves the song "How to save a life." Song by the Fray. Not mine. But it is pretty and I was watching Grey's Anantomy on dvd. :)

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Krystal woke screaming, her nails digging into the dirt. She fell forward clutching her cheat gasping for air. She felt as though her body was ablaze, the fire burning her from the inside out. The flames licked her eyes reddening her vision. She couldn't breath she sunk her nails into her chest ripping the fabric of her bloody jacket. She felt along her neckline cried blood falling away. She clutched her head, her fingers tearing through her hair to her skull; the tears were rippling steady onto the thick green grass. She was dying. She roared Paul's name cursing her stupidity.

The sun was high above her well past noon. She hadn't fully changed yet. She stood up to only fall onto her knees again. The nausea was setting in, she was hungry. She chocked down the feeling unable to come to terms with what its meant. She jerked her hands in front of herself and examined them. She was no longer bound. Contemplating how she knew it couldn't have been the men. What did this mean?

She rested herself against the tree and sighed. Her body felt as though she had been filled with lead. She was drained, weak and unable to get far on her own. She knew though if she were to stay she'd be killed by the demons that were hiding in the tree shadows in their trailer. She had to rationalize, she had no idea which direction she had came from.

Either way she was dead.

She had to swallow the pain. She crawled onto her knees and than moving up one leg at a time stood. She stumbled slightly her legs made of jelly, she leaned against the tree. She gasped as the pain kicked at her hard again. She raised her hand above her eyes shielding the sun from her eyes. She was terrible with directions. She had watched the sun rise over the ocean of Santa Carla for months. She knew the direction she had to head. Taking a few minutes to adjust she began to make her descent towards the road.

The trip that would of taken fifth teen minutes had taken well over an hour. Krystal spotted the jeep that was parked in what she know realized was a rest area. She felt herself sign with relief. She collapsed onto the ground dragging her sharp nails down the side paint gathering under her nails. She reached for the handle and with it click it creaked open. Luck was in her favor. Mustering some remaining strength she heaved herself into the jeep and slammed the door shut. She searched for a spare set of keys. Angry she banged her fists onto the steering wheel. She glanced under the wheel and ripped the wires out from under the cab. She disconnected a blue wires and the yellow ones. She had learned the trick from her dad, then again he was also in prison. She rubbed the two opposite wires together small sparks flickering in her hands. "Come on damn you." The car's engine stalled, she tried again until the car turned over. "Excellent." She smiled impressed in her luck. She sat upright and shifted the stick. The fuel light came on, she wasn't going to make it back home on an empty tank but maybe it would take her to Santa Carla where she could find help.

Her luck ran out two miles outside of town, she had been fortunate that she was able to go ten miles without stalling. There was nothing in close range but a boarded up chapel. She pulled in just before the jeep gave its last sputter.

Krystal crawled through the crack in the door snarling as her hair was snagged on the nails around the opening. She dragged her body into the aisle. She knew if she didn't give into her urge before her human life ran out she'd die. The more she pushed the weaker her fragile body was becoming. She felt helpless as she dragged herself down towards the altar. The chapel had been vacated ages ago judging by the filth. The pews were broken and shifted paint chipping from everything. The air was thick with dust and mold. Krystal pulled herself up to the dark alter, candles lying scattered all over the floor. Dust had yet to settle on most of them, they were recent. Krystal brought her blood red eyes up towards the crucifix on the wall. "Please, end this." She rather die then become one of them. "I'm sorry Paul."

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

She bowed her head and let the tears fall down her face. She folded her hands and bit her knuckle hard until blood collected. "Please God, don't let it end this way. I don't want to die alone. Not like this, please not like this." She felt the coldness gripping her, pulling her farther down. She heard footsteps coming from a back room, a door swung open. They were coming for her. The footsteps were going closer, then stopped in front of her hands. It took the last of her strength to lift her head up, she wanted to face them. Her teeth bared she hissed. Her expressed changed confused. "Kat?" The flame of her life flickered then in one last breath, blew out.

Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you

He should of gone with her, followed her if he had to. He was suppose to be watching her, she had been his responsibility after all. He growled at the sunlight that still lingered in the cave. He was pacing back and forth between the fountain and around David's wheel chair. He ran his fingers through his wild hair. It was his fault she was gone, she hadn't ran away. David knew this, yet still he had been angry with Paul blaming him. David had been right, if he loved her why didn't he make sure that she was cared for properly and not gone? He sank to the floor his head in his hands. "I'm sorry Krystal."

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

He didn't care what David said as soon as the last ray of sun had kissed beneath the hills he was gone. He had to find her, it terrified him knowing that she might have been alone and in danger.

"Leaving alone won't save her. Where she is now it may already be to late." David flow down and landed on the fountain and jumped down. He pulled his cigarette from behind his ear and put it up to his lips. With a flick the orange flame licked the end.

"You know something don't you?" Dwayne and Marko had just landing next to Paul and were staring back and forth between them.

"The two men that killed her friend."

"What about them." Paul was standing higher for the first time he was standing up against David. He wasn't a match for him like Dwayne, but Krystal was endanger and David knew just how deep. He could feel his demon turning within him.

David laughed at Paul's act of bravery. "You'll loose Paul. She's not worth splitting up the pack over. It will be better without her." He turned to face Marko and Dwayne both looking angry for keeping the secret.

"Who are they?" Dwayne spoke first. "We are a pack and we need to trust you."

"I am the leader and you will follow my word." David growled at them.

"David please, there may be time to save her."

David was caught between the three. Dwayne had spoken wisely. It was his job not only to keep his pack in line and protect them, but also to inform them of any dangers. He sat down in his chair and the boys sank into seat distant from him. Max informed me the other night that there are two vampires new to the boardwalk. They are spawned from one of Max's childe."

Paul was glowering, "they killed Kat didn't they." He knew he didn't even have to ask. "we have to find her David."

"No."

"David." Marko was at his feet. "We have to do something."

"I said no." He cut Dwayne off before he had the chance to speak.

"You are going to let her die?" Paul was at his feet, Marko holding him back whispering him to stop.

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

"You dare challenge our pack Paul? Over her, a mortal?" David face snarled into demon and in a blink was at Paul's throat. "Paul, let her go."

"No!" He pushed David back and flew out of the cave David roaring behind him.

"After him!"

Paul was soaring through the outskirts when he caught her scent. Her scent was light meaning her life had been weak when she passed by. He landed in the middle of the black road, his senses searching for her. His attention turned towards the woods, her scent was fading. She had been in there hours ago and was gone. She had been headed back to Santa Carla.

Going a few miles down he found an abandoned jeep off the road. He searched it for clues to for her. Her jacket was laying in the front seat Paul picked it up. The anger swelled inside him as he laid his eyes on the blood that had dried hard on her leather jacket. He growled, he darted towards an abandon chapel. He knew she was there, he could feel her.

He ripped the door off the hinges, his teeth were ready to attack anything that stood in his way. The room was empty save for the small heap of a young women. He sprinted towards her. He could feel the pain smashing at his heart. She was dead. His eyes were swelling quick. He gathered his unmoving love in his arms. "Oh beautiful, I'm so sorry." He brushed the hair out of her pale face his eyes descending upon the marks on her neck. She had been bitten and almost completely drained. He raised his wrist to his mouth and bite down until blood gathered, he smeared blood across her lips and dripped blood in her mouth.

She made no move and his heart was sinking in his chest.

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life/

Had I known how to save a life………….


Should I let Krystal die? Please let me know.

Love from Janie