THIS IS MY LAST CHAPTER. But I am pleased to write that this story was really only a intro. to a short series. There will be a continuation, and if people like it, I'll update daily.
Thank you once again to all my reviewers and readers.
When I was young I wanted to be doctor. I wanted to travel the world and discover everything I had been missing in my simple, small town life. I believed in myself enough to feel that I alone would find the cure for humanity. I use to waste my summer days away dreaming of my future. Dreaming of the career in medicine, savings lives. My weekends with my two angelic children dancing about my husband and I. I studied hard missing dances, football games and midnight showings at the cinema. I had traded it all in on education, on a scholarship to Santa Carla University. When I was younger I'd close my eyes and picture my future.
I was going to a prestigious school to become a doctor, to save lives, become a wife and a mother.
Life had other plans for me. If life were what you would call it.
Kat once told me that she was a social due to her ability to live in the moment. Something I was utterly incapable of. I thought maybe when we moved to school that I was loosening up, fitting in becoming more than a bookworm. Then when she was murdered I lost my light. I was spun of course, and when she died it all changed.
I lost my education, my simple life, and my future. I was alone.
Then I died, and it all fell away.
Yet here I stand, on a beach. The moonlight is shinning its radiance upon me. The sand against my bare feet is cool and comforting. The waves are crashing upon the shoreline, the foam licking my feet. I stretch my arms reaching up high, towards heaven. Sitting in the sand leaning on my arms I shut my eyes and listen. My human ears would only hear, the screech of the sea gulls, and the lapse of the ocean weaves. I could stay like this and watch the sun rise.
I can feel the tears welling inside, my human emotions still lingering. I can never do that again, watch the sun rise. I'll never build sand castles in the sand with my children. Never see the smile on the faces of parents as I tell them that their child has been cured. I will never live to see myself grow old and spoil my grandchildren.
I'm here, but not really living.
David said that the beginning is always the worst for ever-new vampire.
For what has been taken I know that I have been offered a second chance. I've been given an opportunity for something else…something better.
What I just said. Scratch that.
I know very well I am damned, sentenced to hell if I leave Earth. But if I had turned the other check and went home...
We wouldn't be together.
He bought me a dress, the one that I am presently wearing. Midnight blue is what he called it. It's a strapless corset with a knee length wave of fabric blowing in the night air. It makes me feel beautiful, just like the man that gave it to me. I am wearing my hair down for him, a ribbon headband to accent it. I am really just lying to myself, the headband is to help tame my poofy hair.
"Hello beautiful." I blush, thankful my hair is hiding the evidence. He said beautiful. Me, the bookworm, beautiful.
"Hello yourself." He pulls out a red blanket and we climb aboard. He is looking at me smug. He pulls out two glasses and a wine bottle. I am pleased to see he has changed into clean clothes for our night.
"I'm glad it fits. I had a hell of the time describing what your body looked like to the salesperson to uncover your size."
"It's a well kept secret." He hands me a glass of wine and we toast.
"To your rebirth." He smiles.
I take a small sip and nearly spit it back out. He catches my disgusted face. "It's grape juice. I remember you telling me your were going to quit drinking."
I burst into laughter grape juice dripping down my chin. "Well I'm glad you listen." "You know Marko and Dwayne are going to hound on you about this."
"Yea well, they might not, if the evening goes as planned." He smiled.
"As planned?" My eyebrows raise. "Oh, I see." I finish my glass wishing it was real wine.
A few moments of silence are shared.
"You know," I shove the juice and glasses aside. "you only get to live once right? Even if it's forever. So, what the hell?" I climb onto his lap.
"Girl you read my mind." He smirks and kisses my neck.
I nuzzle into his arms and fall onto my back my fingers wrapping around his thick rocker hair. He sits sideways and hovers over me, his silver necklace tangling down, tickling my chest. " Love you beautiful."
"Love you too." I'm blushing because he said beautiful.
Paul presses his kissing down on my neck again, his teeth brushing past my collarbone. For the first time I see him blush as his eyes display his eagerness. I know what he wants, and I must admit I want the same thing too. Though I'd never allow him the satisfaction of knowing it. I'm nervous and my body is shaking, he's not my first and I certain not his. But my heart and my body are telling me this is what I want. I want to be with him. I'm hungry for him as I am blood. I'm ready to surrender to this, this sin.
I am ready to accept my fate.
I am a vampire, a lost soul. I'm okay with that. I'm okay with being friends with the power hungry fiend named David. Okay with Dwayne's awkward silences and Marko's chipperness bouncing around me. They are the Lost Boys and I'm not a lost girl. I'm still Krystal from Michigan at heart, no dark moody bad ass blonde struglling to take power and be 'the one'. I'm no saucy red head playing the devil's advocate stealing the hearts of vampires.
But I am a vampire, first and foremost. And at the end of the night, I have Paul.
Thank god you that.
How was it? Closure? Could be better?
