A/N: Hi there! I really want this story to get more attention, so I'm going to make sure I update it more. I'm home from school early, so I decided to update TBV. I love how RoxyPony uses lyrics in the beginning of her chapters, so I'm going to be a little follower and do the same thing- since we all know I love lyrics :)

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Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother

She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and

Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no

Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, well

I've had, just enough time. -If I Die Young, The Band Perry.

"So how are we gonna do it?" I asked, placing my fork down on the table and pressing myself away from the table softly. My eyes were down at my lap, until I looked over at Mika. His cold hard eyes were focused on me and I expected him to look away the second our eyes made a connection- but that would mean Mika was a man with manners and some respect, and quite frankly he wasn't. I broke away quickly and got lost in my own thoughts as Lare started to ramble on about some sort of potion and what not, the lonely life I was about to live, yadda yadda. Didn't he say that Mika was a prince earlier? That really stumped me. I mean, aren't princes supposed to be charming and chivalrous? Y'know, be smooth with the ladies and save damsels in distress? I mean, sure Mika was attractive in a brooding, angry at the world kind of way, but he was a total dic-

"Kat, are you listening to me?" Lare's voice seemed to be running out of patience, and I nodded my head dumbly.

"Uh yeah, but I kinda missed the last part." He expression didn't change and his eyes seemed to sink deeper into mine as the time passed, I let out a long sigh, "and the whole first part too." Mika snorted as he nibbled on a piece of bacon that lay one his plate.

"Well, you've missed my extensive lecture on the potion, so you're getting the short version. You're going to drink this, and we're going to send you home and when it kicks in, it kicks in. Your family will just think it's the cancer taking over your body like it had done before." The cancer. I had totally forgotten about it in all of this mess. I knew that it was gone from my body, but the disease had almost taken my life- well, it had but in a totally different aspect seeing that I'm still sorta kinda alive now.

"You really need to stop spacing out, I can almost hear your thoughts you're thinking so loud." Lare chuckled, even though he had taken my humanity from me, I couldn't help but feel some kind of connection to him. He was so kind and I could warm up to him, maybe.

"Sorry," I apologized again, taking the vile he was holding out for me. "Could I actually end up accidentally dying from this?"

"Only if we're lucky." Mika snorted, and Lare sent him yet another one of his glares which only made Mika chuckle more.

Once we had finished I had gotten myself ready to do one of the hardest things that I ever had to do in my whole life. The obvious signs of cancer almost had already left completely thanks to my vampirism. I went into the bathroom and dug through my messenger bag grabbing the small case on makeup that laid inside. I layered on the foundation that helped me regain my pale and sickly complexion. Using my eyeliner I also was able to fake the dark circles under my eyes. Finally I wrapped my long dark waves into a bun so that it wasn't obvious my hair wasn't basically falling out anymore. I said my temporary goodbye to Lare and gave my final glare to Mika and started towards my house. It felt like I had just swallowed a bomb and I didn't know when someone was going to hit the detonator and I was going to explode into thousands of little pieces. When I came in sight of my house I had to fight the strongest urge to run back the other way when I saw all of the cars parked in the driveway- I didn't want the whole family to witness me dying. The thought of death was a lot more terrifying knowing that it was coming, other than the first time when it was more unexpected, even though I knew it was coming. What's with that? Why can't I just be normal person and not know when I'm going to die, literally or figuratively. With a shaky breath I walked up to my doorstep and fumbled with the lock before finally pushing the door open. I was welcomed to the familiar scent of my mom's candles and the warmth of the fireplace. I threw my jacket on the stairs, I wanted to go upstairs and take a last look at the things in my room but that seemed less important than saying goodbye to actual people. My family was all sitting on the couch indulged in what was on the TV. Their heads all turned to me and the smiles that began forming on their lips was interrupted. Please god no, not now. Not like this.

"No..." Was all I could muster out before I fell onto my knees. I had never seen my mom move so fast in her whole life, she was already at my side and caught me in her arms before the rest of my body could collapse into the floor. My dad was a little less quick on his feet and my brother just stayed on the couch and retracted his legs into his chest and began sobbing violently, he knew exactly what was going on. And I hated how my whole family had to see me... die.

"Kat, kat. Katherine!" My mom begged, her sobs becoming more frustrated each time she called my name.

"Kath, please don't go. Baby please, you're my little girl. You're going to grow up, get married, have children, I can't outlive you," My dad begged, holding my limp hands in his.

"I can't believe this is happening." My brother wailed over and over into his knees. I wished that I didn't have to hear this.

"Baby, baby, please..." My mother screamed, holding my head into her chest. I felt my dad's hands pressing into my neck.

"She's gone, she's gone." My dad finished.

The funeral was absolutely horrible, the morgue was probably the one part of the whole thing that really, really freaked me out. Being in a body bag and having a tag attached to my toe was very unsettling. My funeral was open casket and a lot of people laid kisses on my forehead and took my hand into theirs, which again kind of freaked me out because I couldn't imagine doing that to a dead body. I wanted to reach out and comfort each one of them. Hearing stories of my life were interesting, people came up and told how I had changed their life and taught them how to be strong and how to hold onto each little moment. All the things I never knew I did, listening to them it seemed as though they were talking about a different Kat Taylor, with how highly they were talking about them. As they decided to celebrate my life, and all said their last goodbyes, the casket closed and my heart was left with each person in that room. As my casket was carried out, they played my favorite song and all walked behind me as I was packed into a herse and sent away from everything I'd ever known.

The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had, just enough time.

If I die young, bury me in satin,

Lay me down on a, bed of roses

Sink me in the river, at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song.