rightyo people here is the next chapter

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Vanity yawned and rolled over her arm flopped down beside her on to the bed. Her brow creased, that's weird she thought. Where was Darien she opened her eyes and sat up there wasn't any sign of him anywhere. She got out of bed and dressed slipping on track pants a top and cardigan. She went out of the room and down the hall way towards where her sister was staying. She opened the door just a centimetre and heard giggling.

"Darien, I'm so glad your back." Vintage's voice said

"Not as glad as I." came Darien's reply as he rolled over on top of vintage and kissed her.

Vanity closed the door and leant up against the wall. She sighed and closed her eyes. She had known for some time now that this day would come when he would chose, she was happy he had chosen Vintage, she was stable kind understanding and fun but it still made her ache she had loved him but tried her best not to egg him on. He would choose for himself!

She needed to get out, to walk around stretch her legs and breathe fresh air. She went back to her room and picked up a backpack that contained a bottle of water, hat and a snack she would be back in a few hours. She slipped on some shoes and went down the hall to the front door opened it and stepped outside. The breeze played around her hair making it fly up and over her face. She pushed it back and set off down cemetery road. She passed the two funeral homes on either side and headed off the foot path into the trees.

She wanted to help people and those who were in need of her help were people who had been banished from there packs, people who had something unforgivable.

She found one such a person slumped up against a tree his shirt buttons torn open and a gaping wound in his side. She came over

"Are you okay?" she said anxiously.

He jumped and looked up confused

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said beginning to sit up.

"Are you sure?" she asked gesturing to his side.

He looked down and groaned saying "yeah I'm good just go."

Vanity bent down and kneeled beside him. "I really must insist that you let me help you with that cut."

He laughed. "Cut, you think this is a cut, it's a bloody hole in my side and you call it a cut." Vanity raised her eyebrows in an offended way and began to stand up.

"Fine then, if you don't want any help I will leave you here to rot…. It would serve you right." She had just about stood up when the young man's hand lashed out and grabbed her wrist.

"Fine." He spat "do what you will, it won't make a difference."

She bent down once again and opened her back pack. She took out a first aid kit that she carried with her everywhere for those just in-case moments. Her sister knew them all too well. She took out a bottle of disinfectant and unscrewed it. She pulled out a piece of cotton and poured the disinfectant on it. Then she turned to face him.

"Okay. This might hurt a bit." She said and he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. She leaned forwards and dabbed at the area. As soon as the alcohol drenched cotton touched his skin he jerked eyes clamped together knocking vanity so that she landed flat on his chest. They lay there him breathing heavily and wincing at the pain in his side. After a moment he opened his eyes and found himself staring into Vanity's vibrant green ones. Vanity scrambled off him blushing. He cleared his throat and sat up.

"Right, um... well continue…?" He said waiting for her to say her name.

"Vanity" she said and placed the cotton back down on his wound. He winced again but stayed relatively still.

"And you are?" Vanity asked as she continued to dab at his hole.

"Caelan." He gasped as the alcohol touched the injury once again. He watched Vanity dab at the wound so expertly. His brow creased. He could feel the sadness emanating off her. After a few more minutes Vanity straightened up and looked at the wound.

"It's going to need a bandage." She began rummaging around in the first aid kit and found one. She took it out and un-rolled it.

"It's no way long enough." She said sighing she looked around but didn't find anything.

"Use my shirt," Caelan said. He began to remove it from his blood covered body. He handed it to Vanity

"thanks." She said and began tearing it into one long strip. Once that was complete she shuffled forwards and looked expectantly at him.

"Oh right." He said and leant forwards. Vanity then began to wrap to bandage around him. Each time her hands touched his body he winced. He feels so cold. She thought. He's pale as well. She dismissed it as blood loss and weather. Once the bandaging was complete she helped him to stand.

"Here take my cardigan" she said as she began to take it off. He raised his hand to stop her.

"No really I'm fine." He said and began to turn round

"Caelan, really please take it your shivering." Vanity said

Caelan stopped turned around and shrugged his shoulders. "If you insist. He let vanity drape it over his shoulders.

"So where do you live" she said as she picked up her bag slinging it over her shoulder.

"Hang on." Caelan said. "You can't think I'm going to let you walk me home." He said

She turned round to face him and stood there her hands on her hips eyebrows raised. Caelan knew better then to argue. "Fine!" he began to set off and Vanity followed.

They reached Caelan cage after ten minutes. He stopped outside and turned to her.

"Right well you can leave know thanks for all your help and well... bye." He said

"Is this where you live?" vanity asked

"Yes and you may go know." Caelan said insistently.

"Okay then. I'll drop by tomorrow morning to check on your injury" she turned round and walked a couple of steps. For some reason unknown to herself Vanity turned back around and walked back up to Caelan. She leant over and kissed his cheek softly her lips making to barest of connection. Then she turned back ground and ran off. Caelan stood there for a moment longer dumbstruck. He felt warm and lively. Her touch had made him feel that way. Even though it was the slightest of touches. It was what had done it. He stood there as the warmness and life drained away. It would be something he would very soon crave.

im not sure if there iwll be another before christmas so

MeRrY cHrIsTmAs!

Vanity Storm