Song Name: Haunted
Singer/Band: Evanessence
Story Title: Haunted
Rating: T
Pairings: Zutara -ducksflyingpan-
Disclaimer: I do not own thevery deep and intoxicatingsongs by Evanessence, nor do I own any characters or themes from Avatar: The Last Airbender by Nickelodeon.

A/N: Originally I had written three drabbles at the same time, and I could not upload them onto FanFiction because for some reason it just didn't do it. So I'll add the last one after this and then see the reaction. This one is...I guess...kind of deep, I know for sure the song is a deep one. But whatever, I'm pretty proud of this story. Please review! Next one is all about Katara!

Haunted

Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there

Katara lay against Appa's saddle, her eyes drifting with the clouds. Her brother and Aang exchanged worried glances, knowing that such silence by the young water-bender normally meant that something was bothering her. Yet she had not gone to Aang for advice, nor had she gone to Sokka for comfort. Truth was, if she told any of the two boys, she was afraid what their reactions might be. She remembered the night before as if it were a call to her, remembered the whispered words in her ear, she remembered it like a nightmare. She had considered running, leaving her brother and the young Avatar behind. She was only putting them in danger, staying with them like this, with that boy following her. She remembered his golden eyes meeting her frightful cobalt-blue gaze, remembered the words he said easily as he ran a hand up and down her arms in comfort. She remembered how she felt; standing in the middle of the lake once she had backed away from him in terror, raising her hands in a fighting position. Those words were filling her up, like a drug. She had longed to hear those words spoken to her from someone other than a family member, but she hadn't wanted them from him. She saw the look in his eyes; she could still feel the hurt gaze burning into her very soul. A shiver went down her spine, and her brother looked over at her in silent concern.

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you… loving you
I won't let you pull me down

Katara sat on the log, staring at the dancing flames in front of her. It was late at night, and she was the only one awake. Aang rested curled up on Appa's side, and Sokka rested in his sleeping bag close by the fire. Katara had tried to go to sleep, honestly she had! But she could still see those golden eyes, beckoning her to come to him. It felt so real; she could feel herself losing to him. She knew he was there, she knew that he was waiting for her. She couldn't. She wouldn't. She was afraid of what she would truly find in her heart. The truth was only as painful as the lie. She wouldn't let him get to her; she would fight him if he came again for her that night. She would not let him cushion her with soft words and comforting hand motions. He was so stubborn, though. He wouldn't let go, and deep down she admitted this to herself. She shut her eyes tightly, knowing that he was watching, feeling his gold eyes on her back. She watched as the fire seemed to blaze upward with an unknown breeze and Katara turned to see his eyes watching her. But as soon as they were there, they were gone. She had had enough. Slowly she reached down and grabbed her water skin, and stood. She brushed herself off and then started into the forest at a slow walk, letting the moon be her guide.

Hunting you I can smell you – alive.
Your heart pounding in my head

She followed her instincts, letting the wind bring him to her. She remembered so briskly how he had tried to comfort her the night before, when she had been burned by the fire that was him. Her fear of touching him, her fear of holding him, her fear of letting herself down for him flowed over her and suddenly she didn't know what to do anymore. She stopped in the clearing, looking out at the black lake that was dotted with stars and a bright, circular moon in the center. Her eyes softened and she stepped into the water, suddenly letting the tranquility of the night overcome her. She moved around slowly, knowing that the moon had drifted her out into the middle of the lake, swimming slowly. She loved the feel of the coolness against her skin, and she rolled back onto her back floating there. That's when she felt a pair of hand on her back, helping her drift. Swiftly she whipped around her hands a water whip came around and slapped the young man in the face, his scarred cheek sparkling with wetness. He looked at her coolly, as she swam back away from him. 'Miss me?' he mouthed as he came forward. Katara shook her head, still swimming backward toward the shore.

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me, watching me

Gold eyes once more met an angry pair of cobalt-blue. They stood there for a long moment, on the beach; Katara, in her fighting stance, and Zuko in his normal position watching her with slight contentment. Cobalt-blue eyes moved away from the gold gaze, watching the water in determination. Every time she looked into those fiery eyes of gold she lost herself, lost her trail of thought. Not this time, she wouldn't lose to him this time. She swung her arms around her head, remembering her training by Master Pakku, and then whipped him once more. 'Fight,' she snapped, the use of her voice new to her since she had been silent all day and night. He shrugged and fell into a stance. And so the battle began. Katara battled fiercely, fighting under the weight of the moon's power. He was weak, and yet somehow if she tried to meet his eyes she would lose herself. It was the fourth time her eyes had somehow got caught in his gaze and he tackled her onto the beach. She struggled beneath him, glaring at him.

He looked at her with a serious look. 'I won,' he said simply, and got off. Katara got up slowly, surprised by his movement of not finishing her off. She snarled and whipped him in the back of the head with a water whip, making him stumble forward. Instinctively, Katara jumped him, grabbing around his back and wrapping her legs around his middle. She whipped another water-whip into his face and he let out a muffled laugh. He thought this was funny? He fell forward, though, with her weight and now she was sitting on top of his back, a triumphant smirk on her lips. But he suddenly turned beneath her, so that he was gazing at her. He had a smirk on his face, and it frightened her. He grabbed her waist and swung her over so that now he was on top of her. 'I love you,' he breathed.

No, not those words again. She couldn't handle them and before she knew it he kissed her full on the lips. Her eyes widened and she shoved him off of her, sitting up with the back of her hand rubbing against her mouth. She glared at him and reached over to slap him, but he grabbed her hand and looked at it with curiosity. He kissed her index finger, and a shiver ran down her spine. She pulled her hand back and stumbled upward. 'I love you,' he said again, watching her as she stumbled backward. She shook her head, and he stood. He walked over to her, and she found she could not move. No, she didn't want to move. She knew he was saying what he believed, behind that mask was a changed man. 'I love you,' he breathed into her ear, and she smiled slightly, knowing it was true. And she found herself leaning in and kissing him, and he kissed back as if he had known that she would give in.

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you... loving you
I won't let you pull me down.

Dawn, Katara walked back to camp. She was happy, and felt herself changed. She was changed, a changed woman. Nothing had happened, nothing more than just a few kisses and a few hugs and a few words. She had called him many names, every time she kissed him she came up with a new one. She wouldn't go down without a fight, and he had known that. Still, as she walked away he smiled lightly, a mocking smile. 'You are mine,' he said softly as she disappeared in the trees, and he looked down at the necklace in which had been around her neck. Yes, he had taken it once more. He removed it during a kiss, and now she had a reason to come to him. He tucked it away and grinned, knowing she would be back. She would always be back. For him.

Katara sat by the refreshed fire, she had gotten back in time before the two boys would awaken even though Momo was already awake. He had seen her leave, and had seen her come in during the early hours of dawn. He knew, and he would keep it secret for her. Momo was good like that. Katara was in happy spirits, though still quiet, as she cooked a few berries in the pot above the fire. Aang awakened slowly, yawning and looking over to Katara. He smiled, seeing that she was much happier than yesterday. He skipped over and placed a small kiss on her cheek, making Katara blush. She looked at him with a smile. 'Good morning, Aang,' she said softly. He nodded and placed himself down on a log, watching the berries and fish cook. Sokka awoke with a scream, yelling out, 'Fluffy bunnies!' as he did so. Katara and Aang cracked up laughing, and so the day went more pleasurable.

Now they were setting up to leave, and Katara had forgotten something near the fire. She jumped down from Appa quickly and made her way toward the water skin, when she caught a pair of golden eyes watching her from the shadows. She froze in mid crouch and watched them with her own cobalt-blue eyes, and then she smiled slightly and looked down, picking up the water skin and running back to Appa. 'Are you okay, Katara?' Aang asked, noting her slight blush to her cheeks. Katara nodded slowly.

I'm haunted.