Chapter 17
Dream of blood
Airiana woke up in her bed. After a dream. A terrible dream. A dream of blood. It takes one look at the scars on her stomach to figure out it was no dream. She touches the scars ever so slightly and flinches in pain. So that was strike three. What happens now?
Airiana was astonished when Lexi burst into the room screaming 'THANK GOD YOUR OK' and hugging her tightly. Airiana pulled her back and nodded at her. Lexi nodded back. Airiana honestly felt like meeting the others in her bloodied jeans and torn singlet, but that would probably make matters worse. She changed and followed Lexi downstairs.
She was met by long curious stares as the daybreaker soulmates' conversation stop as she walks into the room. She stares right back, at each of them. Taking in the sets of green, blue, brown, purple, grey, black and everchanging sets of eyes. She hears whispering in her mind.
"You don't need them anymore. Not one. They'll all deceive you one day. So lose them while you can. They don't want you here anyway. Look in their eyes, it was the same for Blaise."
Airiana was shocked. She began rapidly look into their eyes, more closely. Unbelievable. She could see it. They didn't want her there. They looked a little disgusted and furiated. Their eyes softened as if to not let her notice.
Airiana's tongue clicked before she spoke. "I had a dream."
"What about." Quinn asks. It seemed like he was the only one who didn't have that look in his eye.
"Blood." Airiana spoke with a flat tone.
"Be more specific..." Triston spoke. For some reason, he seemed to twitch in and out of view.
"My blood. And the the third strike." Airiana felt like she looked crazy.
"That wasn't a dream." Jez croaked and looked up at her. Triston was still twitching out of sight.
"I know." Airiana lifted her blouse a little to reveal the tips of the scars.
"Are you ok?" Quinn asked.
"No. Not really."
Airiana's vision blurred, and then she couldn't see anything. Except water. A lot of water. Crashing waves. Big waves. She felt breathless. She couldn't breathe.
She came out of the vision coughing and grasping her throat.
People were at her side. Some suggesting she should rest. Some suggesting the hospital. Scattered conversation everywhere. She's never felt more claustophobic.
She felt to her knees. She reached up for Cameron's hand. Visions flooded in. His visions not hers. From a long, long time ago. And what seemed like a galaxy far away.
Cameron was just a boy. He was about 6. He had no friends a school, and everyone picked on him because he lived at the orphanage. One day he was being pushed around a bit. He walked away sadly and sat at on a bench chair. A young girl, about his age, came and sat next to him. She had long dark brown hair, her fringe braided. She had these glowing purple eyes. They started talking. Cameron admired her for the simple fact that she talked to him...
The scene skipped.
Cameron and Airiana were now 16 and dating. They both lived in this small counrty town, and they both had no intentions of ever leaving. They were in love. Kissing every time they saw eachother and whenever they left eachother, and other things, things that went further than that, happened to. One day after one of those occasions, Cameron had climbed out of the window early morning and jumped off the roof of the second story and landed on the ground. Shirtless and in jeans.
"Hello Cameron." A woman said. "Yes, Good morning Cameron." Another voice said. Airiana had heard them before. But she couldn't put her finger on it.
Cameron waved awkwardly and looked up at Airiana, who had her head in her hands laughing at the window sill.
The two women were about to lean out from the porch and look up at Airiana, but before they showed their faces...
The scene skipped.
One day, Cameron was kissing Airiana goodbye. Her father watching angrily. He didn't like the idea of Cameron and Airiana together. Camoeron left and headed for home. Later that night, Airiana's father crashed into his room holding his hunting rifle. A gun Airiana had never liked, for good reason apparently. He kept pointing it at Cameron, saying he wasn't good enough for Airiana, that he would ruin her life, that he'd be dead before he ever kissed Airiana again.
Cameron had his hands up in peace and backed away from Mr. Lovett.
Just then, a wolf like creature crashed the window.
It pounced on Mr. Lovett at impossible speed and knocked him to the ground. It began tearing him open with its teeth. Cameron didn't want to stick around to see the aftermath.
The monster truned around and spoke, yet it's blood-covered mouth didn't move. "She's gone." It had said.
He turned around, wind whipping around him and jumped out the window the monster had jumped through.
He ran as fast as he could down that lonely dark stretch of road to her driveway, where he skidded across the dirt, but stablised himself and continued to run down the drive.
He pushed open the door and almost tripped on the body of Julie lovett, Airiana's aunt. She must have answered the door. Cameron stepped over her and the pool of blodd seeping out from under her and ran upstairs. He ran past to open doors, Jeremy and Sam's rooms, which were empty.
He reached Airiana's closed door and burst in. Empty. With blood on the floor.
He threw his hands to the sides of his head and shook a litlle in disbelief. This couldn't be happening.
He ran downstairs and grabbed her aunt's keys off the bench. He ran outside and started up her car. He drove and drove. Only through the town. She wouldn't have gone anywhere else. She said she wouldn't...
The scene skipped.
Cameron was walking with a tip to his step drinking a bottle of straight vodka as he stumbled through the forest. He threw his empty bottle to the side and just kept walking. Hoping he'd run into that monster so it could tear him limb from limb so he could be with Airiana, where ever she may be. And he ran into that monster, and it's pack. He waited for it to pounce and kill him, but instead, it bit him...
It was over.
Airiana stood and looked at Cameron, whom was confused.
"You were looking for me." Airiana said sadly.
Realisation hit Cameron like a blast of cool water. She could see it on his face. And all at once, he was despaired that she had to see it.