I have been writing sim stories for many years. My original story was posted on my blog site, jameessims3.blogspot.com. I wanted to rewrite it and continue this story. I took a break from writing sim stories to take my writing to the next level. I have wrote a few books that are in the making. I love fantasy themes and try to make the stories unique and interesting, with twists and turns that leave the readers wanting more. I hope you enjoy this journey with Emily.
After getting all packed up, Chris and I head over to the house that we found near his job. It was almost dark when we got to the house.
When we finally get all of our stuff put away, Chris comes up behind me, putting his arm around my shoulders. I look over and see that Chris didn’t waste any time getting dressed for bed.
Our bedroom is located on the second floor of our new house. Although we share a bedroom, we each have our own separate beds. Chris settled for a twin size bed that he has a perfect place for in the bedroom. I wanted a bigger bed for when my belly got bigger. “This will be the first time we have shared a bedroom. Are you sure you don’t mind?” Chris asks me as he pulls the covers down on his bed. “I would prefer you to be here with me. I can sleep better when you are close to me,” I tell him. “I’m glad, it is comforting that you are close to me too,” he says with a smile as he climbs into bed.
The next morning I wake up, Chris has already got up and made his bed without me knowing. I haven’t slept that good in a long time. I get dressed and head downstairs to start breakfast. I find Chris typing away at his computer at the kitchen counter. “Why are you up so early?” I ask. “I slept well, so I decided to get an early start on getting appointments made and some work done,” he tells me. “What appointments?” I ask. “I want to take you to the doctor so we can get both of you checked out. I want to make sure everything is ok with your pregnancy,” he says.
All of a sudden, I become sick to my stomach. I grab my stomach and my mouth, I let out a groan. My morning sickness had eased up, but not today.
“Are you ok?” Chris asks me. I hold up one hand as I dash in the direction of the bathroom.
I barely make it before I’m on my hands and knees in front of the commode heaving.
When I come out after cleaning up, I sit down in front of the tv on the floor. Chris was busy at his computer, so I decided to find something to watch to pass the time. Chris shuts down his laptop, then walks over to me. He kneels down behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind.”Feeling better?” he asks. “Much,” I reply.
He pulls me up off the floor, then leads me to the couch. We sit down together as he explains what appointments he has made. “How do you know what doctors to see?” I ask. “I had a sister that was pregnant once. I use to go to her appointment with her because the baby’s dad didn’t care about them,” Chris explains. “I never knew you had a sister,” I say. “She passed away from an accident many years ago. The accident killed them both; she never got a chance to be a mother. When she died, she was seven months pregnant,” he tells me. I sit there in shock, he never told me the story of what happened to his family, I’m not sure what to say. “It’s ok, it was a long time ago,” he says with a gentle smile.
Later that evening, we decide to head outside to enjoy the nice weather and the beautiful beach. We pull the lounge chairs on the back porch facing the beach. It’s so peaceful as the sound of the waves crash on the seashore. This is the perfect fresh start both of us needed.
”Walk with me,” Chris says as he stands up, taking me by my hand. He leads me down to the beach. He turns to me with a gentle smile on his face.
“Can I?” he asks as he looks at my belly. “Yeah,” I reply. He places his hand on my stomach with a gentle touch. He looks so fascinated as he rubs my belly. “Did it move?” he asks as he looks up at me with wide eyes. “Yes,” It’s a crazy feeling. It started off as small flutters to now I can feel the baby move,” I tell him as he watches my stomach with pure wonder.
After a few days have passed, I get ready for my first doctor’s appointment while Chris reads the paper.
When we arrive at the doctor’s office, I sign in then take a seat in the waiting area.
They call me in and take me into an exam room. A nurse takes my vitals and a sample of my blood and urine.
She walks back into the room. “You’re pregnant, we now just have to get some measurements and an ultrasound to see how far along you are,” she tells me as she helps me lay back.
A woman rolls in with a machine. “I’m here to get an ultrasound of your baby. “Ok,” I reply as I lay down on the examining table. “I’m going to put some gel on your belly, it may be a little cold,” she says as she reaches over to get a bottle and a towel. She squirts some gel onto my belly then takes a device that is attached to the monitor to get a picture of the baby. The sound of the baby’s heartbeat fills the room as a picture of a baby appears on the screen. I have never seen anything like it before. I watch my baby move it’s arms and legs as the women take measurements of the baby. I can’t believe there is a little human in my belly. “Do you want to know what you’re having?” she asks. I think about it for a moment. “I want to wait till it’s born,” I reply. She finishes up then wipes the gel off my belly.
After she’s all done with me, I sit upon the table. “Wait here and the doctor will be with you in a moment,” she says.
A young doctor in his early thirty’s comes in. “Let’s take a look. According to your ultrasound, you are six months pregnant. The baby looks really healthy,” he adds.
He takes us to his office to discuss the results of my tests. “So, I already told you that you were six months pregnant. Your blood work looks good, and the baby is a little small but seems to be healthy. “Have you been having a lot of morning sickness?” he asks me. “I have, I thought it was stress for a long time, I didn’t realize I was pregnant until recently,” I tell the doctor. “I’m surprised you didn’t realize you had missed any of your periods and the sickness. Did you not notice any changes in your body?” he asks. “My periods were never regular. “Try to minimize your stress for the health of your baby. The nurse told me that you wanted to wait to find out what the baby is, are you sure you don’t want to know what you’re having?” he asks.
I look over at Chris, who raises an eyebrow at me. I know he’s really supportive, but this makes it so real. A little baby is growing in my belly. “So, do we want to know?” I ask Chris. “I would like to wait if that is ok with you. I think it would be nice to find out what the baby is when it is born,” he says.
I think about it for a minute.”I think we will wait to find out what we’re having,” I tell the doctor. He nods and writes something down in my chart.
“Congratulations again, if you have any problems just let my office know. Here is your next appointment,” he says as he hands me a card. Chris and I leave the office with good news. I still can’t believe I’m six months pregnant.
Nice weather has set in as Chris, and I have settled into a simple life. When I join Chris in the pool, he splashes me with water, taking me by complete surprise.
I give him a dirty look, which makes him pout. I can’t keep the smile off my face as he pouts even bigger.
The nice weather is a boost in spirits. Chris and I decide to hang out on the couch. He loves to cuddle as we watch tv.
I feel myself getting tired, and instead of heading upstairs to lie down, I use Chris as a personal pillow. He doesn’t seem to mind as he plays with my hair. I’m out before I even realize it.
I figure I have napped for a while as I look up to see I haven’t moved in over an hour. I look up at Chris who is watching tv. I stretch out, then sit up. “How long have I been asleep?” I ask him. “Not long, maybe an hour at the most,” he says.
I stand up stretching my legs. “The baby is moving,” I say as I rub my belly. “Can I?” he asks as he points to my belly with a grin on his face. “You don’t have to ask, you can rub my belly as much as you want,” I say as I giggle at Chris who starts to rub my belly. I watch his eyes light up as the baby kicks under his hand. “That is amazing, the baby is getting stronger by the day. I can feel a whole foot,” he says. At six months, my belly has grown to a cute little bump. The baby has started to really move now.
“It’s going to be so neat having a little one running around here,” he says as he rubs my belly once again.
It’s getting late, and Chris wants to head out and watch the starts. What a hopeless romantic he has become. I never thought he was so sweet even after all the years that I have known him. I look at this man and see how much he truly cares about me. It moves me in ways that I could never imagine.
I sit down with Alex in the living room. “Can I talk to you about something?” I asked. “Sure, what’s on your mind?” he asks me. “Chris and I have decided to get into a relationship. I know you wanted me to give you a chance, and I told you I couldn’t open myself up to anyone. Chris and I have been best friends for a long time. He has been my rock through a lot of hard times, and he risked his life to save mine. He knows I may never be able to love him like he loves me, but he wants to try. I told him I would try, but there were no guarantees that I could do it,” I tell Alex, who is not shocked. “I already knew, Chris told me that he was going to try to win you over. He explained that he was in love with you and wanted me to back off,” Alex explains. “He did?” I ask. “Yes, and he also told me that you were pregnant with the baby of your boyfriend that got killed. I’m ok with it. Honestly, I think you guys will make a great couple, Alex says. “I’m going to kill him,” I say. “Now, don’t do that. Chris is excited even though he’s not the dad. He must have had a close relationship with your boyfriend,” he says. “Yes, they were best friends. I know he misses him just as much as I do,” I say.
After I get done talking to Alex, I head into the kitchen to get something to eat. I have noticed that I crave certain foods. It seems that peanut butter sandwichs seems to be on the top of my list today. I don’t even sit down to eat it. It tastes so good as I wolf it down fast.
Getting ready to head out to take a swim, I get hit with a sick feeling. I have a sudden urge to throw up. I have also noticed that I get hit with sickness almost every morning and sometimes shortly after I eat. I can’t seem to keep much down these days.
Grabbing my stomach and trying to hold my contents down, I dash to the bathroom.
As unladylike as I am, I hurl up all my lunch.
Geeze, this baby is putting me to the test. I regain myself as my stomach eases up, and I can finally get up off the floor.
Another month has passed, and things have started to settle down with the morning sickness. I have lost weight from all the sickness, which would explain why I’m not showing much. The guys are out fooling around in the yard while I take to the piano. The sound alone takes me to places of joy. I lose myself in the song. After a while of playing, I want to see what the guys are up to.
I find them outback raking the falling leaves as fall has set in. I personally don’t see why since the trees keep making a mess until there are no more leaves, but they seem content in their efforts to clear the yard.
Chris is hard at work looking all cute in his sweater and jeans, unaware that I’m watching him across the yard.
I head in Chris’s direction when a squirrel runs out in front of me. I find him amusing as he runs circles around my feet.
Chris startles me when he walks right up on me. “You scared me,” I say as Chris smiles at me.
Putting his arm around my shoulders, Chris gives me a big grin as he walks with me over to where Alex is finishing up. “What are you grinning at?” I ask. “You’re happy, it melts my heart to see you smile,” he replies. “You’re a hopeless romantic,” I tell him.
After Chris and Alex finish cleaning up, we all walk into the house. Chris suggests a playful match of ping pong. He dominates the game leaving me winded and running for the ball.
When Chris gets finished showering, he meets me in the living room. He leans over and turns on the stereo. Music fills the room as Chris pulls me into his arms. “Dance with me,” he says. I take his hand, and he begins to sway.
He spins me taking me by surprise. “Oh,” I blurt out. He giggles, pulling me closer. He never ceases to amaze me with his graceful moves. Is there anything he doesn’t know how to do? I think to myself as I grin at him.
“The house is ready for us to move into,” he says as he twirls me again. “When do you want to move in?” I ask. “Is tomorrow too soon?” he asks. “That’s perfect, I can’t wait,” I reply.
The song ends, and Chris releases my hand. He doesn’t let go of me but pulls me close. “Can I kiss you?” Chris asks. “Yes,” I reply with a small smile.
Chris brings me closer as I close my eyes. His lips press against mine with a gentle touch.
His lips feel so soft as he kisses me for the first time since we decided to become a couple.
I let go and pull him closer as our kiss deepens. No rules, no boundaries. Just us in our own little world.
As we kiss, my mind starts to race. Can I do this? Can I ever love Chris? Can I let Dimitri go and move on? It makes my soul ache, but deep down inside that, I must move on if I ever want to live a normal life. I had to let the past go.
The next day Chris and I meet Alex down in the living room to say goodbye. “You are an amazing and kind man. I can not repay the kindness that you have shown Chris and me in our time of need. I don’t know what we would have done without you,” I tell Alex. “You and Chris are always welcomed here. I have really enjoyed your company,” he says.
Before I can say anything else, “oh, and if you ever change your mind………You know where to find me,” he smirks. I find that I’m smiling and grinning back. “I’ll keep that in mind,” I reply.
“I will give you a call when we get to the house. It’s not far from here, and it will be close to my new job,” Chris tells Alex.
I hug Alex goodbye before Chris, and I leave. The world is ours for the taking, and now it’s time to reclaim my life. I can now have the life that I always dreamed about. A simple life with a family to love and no drama of being royal. The thought makes me smile.
Chris and Alex are outside doing yard work while I opted to stay in the house today. I’m in the mood for pancakes, so I head into the kitchen. I whip up a batch in no time and they smell wonderful.
I take my pancakes out to the deck to get some fresh air while eating my pancakes. I’m about halfway through when it starts to rain. I don’t get to wet with the umbrella above the table. I finish up my last bite while thinking about Alex and Chris getting rained on.
Heading in the house, I still so no sign of either of the boys, so I head into the living room to watch some tv while I wait on them to come in. I can’t find anything that interests me on tv, so I decided to do something else.
I head over to the piano, one of my favorite hobbies that I have always liked. I start playing one of my all-time favorite songs.
Chris sneaks up behind me as I finish my song. “There you are,” he says as I turn around to see him smiling at me. “Sorry it took so long, me and Alex got drenched,” Chris explains.
Chris takes me by the hand, helping me up. He leads me over to the stereo, switching the music on. He then spins me to face him, taking my hand into his. “Dance with me,” he says playfully.
I think this is the first time we have actually danced together like this. Chris can actually dance pretty well.
Chris decides to get fancy when he spins me around.
It takes me completely off guard as I stumble into him, stepping on his foot. He shrugs it off like it’s nothing, but I can tell it hurt.
After I goof off with Chris some more, I’m exhausted. “I’m feeling a little bit tired for some reason today. I probably didn’t get much sleep last night. If you don’t mind, I’m going to take a nap for a little bit, I will catch up with you later,” I tell Chris before I head upstairs to my room.
I don’t even bother to take my shoes off or even pull the covers back. I flop down onto the bed and curl up. I close my eyes, and before I know it, I have slept for about an hour when I wake up.
I head to the bathroom to freshen up when I get hit with a dizzy spell right out of nowhere. I grab the sink to steady myself as I regain my balance, and my head starts to clear.
What’s wrong with me, I can’t put my finger on it. I’m sick, tired, and my body is all against me. Then I’m hit with another thought. My heart stops……..I can’t be.
I head to the store and find myself sneaking back to the bathroom. I pull out the box that contains a pregnancy test. I had been under so much stress that it hadn’t dawned on me that I had not been getting my period for quite some time. I take a quick shower as my mind races, and the anxiety spikes. I pull out the test after I get out and pee on the strip. I stand in front of the sink as I watch the test. It’s an agonizing wait.
I stare at the strip as I watch one of the pink lines get darker in one of the windows of the test. I wait, and then another line starts to appear. I’m panicking as I glance over at the box to see what two lines mean. I think I know what it means, but I don’t want to be wrong.
I’m pregnant, this can’t be happening. I’m numb all over as the reality sinks in. It all makes sense now. All the symptoms that I was experiencing weren’t because I was so stressed out, it was because I was pregnant.
The realization hits me, Dimitri’s the father. My heart aches as Dimitri’s beautiful face flashes in my memory.
I have a piece of him with me. I hold my stomach as I try to imagine a little boy with dark hair that looks like his daddy. Oh, it’s such a beautiful thought.
I fall to my knees as the tears run down my cheeks, and I cry big gut-wrenching sobs. I will only be reminded of my loss and all that I went through as I look at this beautiful, innocent child.
Chris comes running in to find me crying on the floor. “Emily, what’s wrong?” he asks as he pulls me up from the floor. He reaches over, wiping the tears that run down my face.
I walk over to the test that I dropped on the floor. I kneel down, and as I look up at Chris, he has no clue what I’m about to tell him. “I’m pregnant,” I choke out.
Chris gasps. “I had no clue that I was pregnant. There were no early signs of me being pregnant till now. I thought it was stress,” I cry out as my tears start again.
Chris pulls me off the floor for the second time and pulls me to him. He wipes the tears from my face as he tilts my chin up to meet his soft gaze.
“Emily, I don’t care, I know this baby is Dimitri’s. He was my best friend, it just makes me want to protect you more and now a little one. I will take care of you both,” he whispers.
His response floors me. “So no more crying, please. I hate to see you cry. I know it wasn’t something that was planned, but it’s something that we can deal with,” he says.
“Chris, you are an amazing man. I’m lucky to have you in my life,” I tell him. He grins down at me.
“So I guess we need to start thinking about getting a place of our own,” he says as a small smile plays on his lips. “Do you mean it?” I ask. “If we are planning to start a family, we will need a place of our own,” he replies. “I’m sure Alex will not be that thrilled about us leaving,” I say as I raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m sure he won’t either, He will have to get over it,” Chris says in a playful tone.
When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I stop dead in my tracks as a sick feeling hits me. Chris is following behind me, unaware that I’m about to lose my lunch.
Chris walks around to face me. “Emily, what’s wrong?” he asks. I don’t have time to answer him as I turn on my heels and dart up the steps.
I run as fast as I can, fighting the urge to throw up. I can only hope I can make it on time.
I get to the toilet just in time before it all comes up. I hurried several times before it stops. I sit here on the floor, hugging the commode like it’s my best friend. I’m feeling a little better until I hear Chris. “Emily, what’s wrong with you?” he says with concern. Why is it that he always manages to catch me in the most unladylike of times. “I’m fine,” I mumble. “Just my nerves again,” I tell him.
I get up from the floor, flushing the toilet before I face him. I wipe my mouth to make sure I don’t have anything on my mouth. “You’re not coming down with anything, are you?” he asks. “No, it’s nothing,” I say as I laugh at him. “What’s so funny?” he asks. “Only you,” I smirk.
I walk over to the sink and brush my teeth. I clean up as best as I can. To my surprise, I’m not a total mess like I thought.
Me and Chris head downstairs to the living room. Alex is out today doing some errands, leaving me and Chris home. I sit down on the couch with Chris. I find that I’m deep in thought. When I look over at Chris, I can tell that he has a lot on his mind as the silence grows between us. I finally break the silence, “I miss them,” I sigh. “Me too,” he agrees.
“How did we get into this mess?” I ask. “I don’t know, a massive attack of this magnitude has never happened. For them to take out that many guards and to take us by surprise like that, it was so unexpected,” he tells me as he rests his head into his hand as his brow creases from strain.
“I have no one left. It feels like I’m so alone,” I sigh.
Chris stands up abruptly, pulling me to my feet. “What the heck!” I say as I find that I’m now facing Chris in close proximity. My breath catches as he pulls me closer. “What is it?” I ask as he keeps a serious face.
He leans into where he’s very close. I start to pull away but stop as I wonder what’s going on with him. “You have me, let me protect you and take care of you,” he whispers. “I know, but it’s different,” I say.
He puts his forehead to mine. From the look on his face, I can see how torn he is with emotions. I’m not sure what is bothering him so bad today, but I always want to be here for him. He pulls me up against his body, and now his intentions are clear. He’s going to kiss me. “I can’t,” I mummer as I step away from him.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Please don’t be mad at me,” he says.
“Chris, don’t be sorry, without you I wouldn’t be here. I could never be mad at you,” I tell him.
“So your not mad,” he asks. “No, I could never be mad at you,” I reply. He lets out a sigh, followed by Alex hollering at Chris.
“I will be back,” he says as he pulls me into his arms and hugs me tight. He turns and smiles at me as he leaves the room, leaving me with scattered thoughts.
Later that evening, Chris walks into the room with just his PJ pants on. I think Chris loves to show off when he gets the chance. He’s always had that playful personality. I’ve grown used to him running around shirtless these days. We have become so close that the small things are nothing to us anymore.
“Hey,” he chimes out as he comes to a halt in front of me. “What are you all happy about?” I ask as I watch him with amusement.
Then he unleashes his playful tickles. I’m giggling and laughing as I twist to try to get away from him. “Chris! Please,” I beg as he chases me.
When he pulls away, I playfully swat at him. He grins from ear to ear. “What?” he laughs.
He scoops me up and spins me around as he laughs. “Chris put me down,” I scream out, followed by laughter. When he stops, his look goes from playful to serious.
“Will you give me a chance………..” he trails off. My heart stops, and I go blank for a second.
I run my hands through his silky hair as I stare down into his blue eyes. “Only you, yes, I will try. You know me better than I know my own self,” I whisper.
“Can we take it slow,” I ask. “Anything for you. So, where do you want to go from here?” Chris asks.
“What?” I ask. If we are to start this new life together, I want to start it with only you and me,” Chris says.
I look at this gorgeous man in front of me. I have never looked at Chris like this. We have been best friends for years, never looking at each other this way. Maybe he can free me from the pain that is in my heart. I’ll never be able to repay him for saving my life and everything that he has done for me. He is now asking for my heart, can I give it to him? Can I grow to love him? “Give me some time to think, but yes, I like this idea,” I reply with a smile.
I’m bord, and the guys are no fun right now. Alex is watching tv, and Chris is reading. I walk across the room so I can do my own thing. I turn on the radio and start to dance.
For the first time in a long time, I’m having fun. Alex gets up off the couch and joins me. We dance to a few songs, and to my surprise, Alex can dance.
As we dance, I find myself having fun, but the feeling of guilt creeps up on me. I shrug off the emotions the best I can, so my good mood won’t get ruined. When the song ends, I step back from Alex, thanking him for dancing with me. “It was my pleasure, anytime you want to dance or hang out, just ask,” Alex tells me. As I head out of the room, I think about how Chris was being a sour sport, but Alex was a lot of fun. Maybe I can get them both to dance next time.
I head to the laundry room to do some laundry. I load the clothes into the washer, then finish filling the washing machine. After I close the lid and turn around, I see Alex standing there watching me with a grin. “You startled me,” I say. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says as he starts walking toward me.
When he gets close to me, he grabs my arm and gently pulls me toward the doorway. “Alex, what’s wrong?” I ask as I follow him. He takes me by surprise as he pins me to the wall. I’m so freaked out by this point that I can’t figure out what to do or what to say.
“Emily, you have me under a spell,” Alex says as he holds me into place. I put my hand on his shoulder to push him off but decide against it by the look he’s giving me. “I don’t have anyone under my spell. I think you confused,” I say.
“Emily, ever since you walked into my life, I can’t get you out of my head,” he says. “Alex, please let got of me; this is not a good idea,” I plead with him.
Alex lets go of my arm but moves closer to me. He’s about to kiss me when I push against his chest with everything I have. Alex stops before he kisses me. He finally lets me go, and I march out of the room.
I find myself standing in the living room, brooding. My mind is racing as my anger is getting the better of me. What the heck was he thinking?
Alex joins me after a few moments. He cautiously walks over to me, coming to a halt in front of me. I can now see that he’s hurt. To my surprise again, he wraps his arms around my waist and gently pulls me to him.
“Alex, what are you up to?” I ask as I lean away from him. “I’m sorry,” he says.
I’m speechless. Oh, this is bad, really bad. I’m no longer mad but confused and filled with panic. I put my hand against his chest to keep him from making any moves to kiss me.
“Emily, why won’t you date me. I can give you the world. I have never met anyone like you,” he says as he holds me.
“You don’t understand, Alex. I just can’t see you in that way. I don’t want to love anyone ever again. I just can’t open myself up to it. It’s just too painful,” I choke out. I know deep down he’s disappointed, and I know he’s probably hurt by my response, but I can no longer pretend.
I’m shocked. I don’t know what to say to that. After what seems like an eternity, I manage to find my words.
“I wish I could, but I’m a broken soul. I will never be the same. I deserve no one. Alex, you deserve someone that can love you back. I can’t give that to you. The last thing I want is to hurt you. If I said yes, I would do just that,” I tell him. He frowns as he takes in my response.
He steps close to me, taking my face into his hands. He brings me close but only to whisper. “Emily, you deserve someone, I know that in time you might love me once your heart heals. I know right now you can’t, but one day you may,” he says. “I won’t trust me, I know this to be true,” I reply. I pull away from him as I try to regain myself. I leave him standing there in the living room with a sad expression on his face.
I can’t think of anything else to tell him. I’m at a lost for words for the hundredth time. As I make my way out of the room, I find myself in the kitchen. I slump against the wall as I now feel drained. I close my eyes as I start to relax. I hear Alex talking to Chris.
“What can I do to win Emily over?” Alex asks. Are you kidding me, advice from Chris, I don’t want to be won over. “Alex, dude!” Chris huffs.
Alex is quiet for a moment. “Oh, I see, I get it now,” he says. What does he get, and what did Chris tell him. I didn’t hear him say anything. Did I miss something? Oh, the questions run through my mind. What are those two up to?
It’s been two months, and night after night I’m startled out of my sleep by own screams. I see their faces, hear their screams, unable to save them from their deaths. I jump out of bed as I try to slow my racing heart.
It takes me a few moments to realize that it was a nightmare. I shake off the sick feeling that it leaves on me. Chris and Alex use to bust through my door every night, startled by my screams that echo through the night. I begged them to leave me alone in my darkest hours.
I’m worn down and exhausted. I hate myself and everything that I represent. I never wanted anything to do with being royal. I never wanted to be the one that was next in line for the throne. I just want to be a normal girl. My tears start again for the hundredth time. I’m so tired of crying all the time. Sometimes I wish I would have been killed me along with everyone else.
I try to shake the feeling that I’m having. So I head downstairs to watch some tv to try to distract my thoughts. The distraction doesn’t last long before the dark thoughts claim me again. Everything on tv just reminds me of my family or a fond memory of them.
My tears start all anew. I’m lost again as I see all their faces over and over as they all die.
Chris pulls me from my dark thoughts. “Emily, please don’t cry. I hate to see you cry. Please talk to me. Was it another nightmare?” he asks.
“I can’t get it out of my head. I hear their screams in my nightmares, see their faces as I watch them die over and over again. I can’t handle this. I can’t go on like this,” I tell him between my sobs.
“They’re going to find us, I just know it. I just want all this to be over. I don’t want to be scared all the time. I think if I had maybe distracted nightwalkers, Dimitri would still be alive and with us. I might have died with everyone else, and then I wouldn’t be here living in this nightmare that I’m living.
Chris pulls me into his arms to comfort me. “Hush, it’s going to be alright. Maybe not right now, but we will get through this. We can start a new life. One that we can leave our old lives behind and start a new”. My tears start again as I live a life without my family, friends, and Dimitri. Chris pulls me closer, and I, for once, find a little hope, a new life with Chris. Can I do this?
As daylight approached, I head into the kitchen and start to prepare some breakfast. It’s been part of my new routine that I have made myself do. I have to keep going, get out of bed, and move on. As I make breakfast, I think back on how much I had to learn. I never cooked when I was at home, and now I was getting pretty good at it.
As I take out some more ingredients from the fridge, I find Chris is cleaning up the kitchen. It’s so weird seeing him do dishes and cleaning. At one time, it was all about working out and doing guy things, how things have changed in just a short time. I push those thoughts from my mind as I continue cooking.
I finished the pancakes and set them out on the counter for the guys when they are ready to eat. Me, on the other hand, I’m ready to dig into them. I’m so hungry that it’s almost carnal.
My pancakes have turned out pretty good. Each bite brings pleasure to my mouth.
After I eat and clean up, I head to the game room to play some pool, its distracting enough. I find that I’m getting really good at it. I didn’t realize playing would be so much fun.
“Can I join you?” Alex asks as he walks over to me. “Oh, I’m not that good. I guess it would be nice to have someone to play with,” I reply as he grins at me.
I set up for a shot and do pretty good. I’m still no match for Alex at this game. I sink a few as he smirks at me.
I set up for a shot and do pretty good. I’m still no match for Alex at this game. I sink a few as he smirks at me.
He sets up to win the game. Without taking his eye off the ball, “I arranged for you some new clothes and stuff. I hope you don’t mind. I had them put in your room,” he says. What! He did what. Oh my. “You didn’t have to do that,” I whisper. “I know I don’t, but I enjoyed it really, I just don’t want to offend you. It’s just me being nice,” he adds. “Thank you,” I reply.
After Alex beats me at a game of pool, I head up to my room. When I open my closet, I’m shocked to see it’s full. I know he didn’t have to do this, but this feels too much. I pick out a swimsuit and head to the pool.
I will do some sunbathing today or go for a swim. I’m too scared to go anywhere else, so spending time at Alex’s house is my safe zone. It took two weeks to stop jumping at every sound. But the thoughts are still there. That one day they will find me.
After laying and dozing for a few, I decide its probably a good time to have a dip in the pool.
Alex grins at me as he gets out of the pool and heads to the diving board yet again.
He dives in making quite a splash, which makes me giggle a little. I decided to try it myself. I walk out on the diving board as it wobbles, and I’m sure I look silly, almost falling off of it. Here goes nothing. I leap off the board and do a belly flop. Ouch.
Chris is in his own world right now, reading a book while floating in the pool. I still have no idea why he does it; books and water don’t mix. So Alex and I try to stay to the other side of the pool to keep from getting Chris and his book wet.
“I know I haven’t been very friendly or even talkative. I just wanted to say thank you again for letting us stay here,” I tell Alex. “For you, anytime, no rush to find a place. You have a place here as long as you want,” he says to me. After a short conversation, I head inside.
Alex has a piano very similar to the one we had. I sit down and begin to play. I must have played several songs before I noticed that Alex was standing listening to me. “That’s very lovely, I can play a little, but you, you are amazing,” he says.
I get up and walk over to Alex, who is standing in shorts now, he must have changed his clothes since I have been playing. Why does he always seem to be topless around me? Geeze, it’s so distracting. “Emily, you know I have never met a girl like you, besides the whole fairy part. I was wondering if you would like to go out on a date with me,” he asks. Oh no, I stop breathing.
I’ve lost my words, sense of speech has gone and left me. I don’t want to hurt Alex since he’s been so good to Chris and me. I could never love anyone else, “I……well, om. I don’t,” is all I get out when Chris enters.
“Hey Alex, can I see you in the kitchen,” Chris says with a angry look on his face. Shew! I let out a breath that I must have been holding while trying to tell him that I can’t see him like that. That I’m broken and will never be able to get past that.
I can’t help but spy on them, what in the world could Chris want to tell Alex that has him so disturbed. “I can see that you like Emily, but don’t! She’s been through hell and back, and this is something that she can’t handle right now. She might not know this herself, but she’s barely holding on to her sanity. What we went through was hell. I know I was supposed to give you details, but I just couldn’t even bring myself to talk about it”, he tells Alex.
“I know it was bad, and well, I respect that. Maybe if I know more about what happened, then I would understand what you and Emily are going through. I could maybe help,” Alex says. “I think if you stop pursuing Emily, that will help. That would indeed help,” Chris tells Alex. I had no clue that Chris had not told him about what happened.
“Ok, well, you know she’s a fairy, but she was also the princess to the slaughtered family a few months ago. They did say that they figured she was dead even though they couldn’t find her body, well we managed to escape, but the rest were not as lucky as we were. Emily watched her sister that we all thought was dead, murder her boyfriend right in front of her. Not only that, Emily’s sister was now a Night Walker. She watched as all her family and friends were killed right in front of her. We would have been too, but…………….some of the others arrived giving us a window to escape. They gave their lives up for us. And one of them was my girlfriend. So yes, that’s why neither one of us talked about it. Alex’s mouth is on the floor. He’s gaping at Chris. “You should have told me. A princess, are you kidding me. I had no idea. I read about the massacre in the papers. It was a horrific crime that they still have not solved. They have an idea, but no leads yet. I will back off, but you can’t blame me. She’s gorgeous!” he grins. Oh no, he thinks I’m gorgeous. My heart sinks.
I run a bath to make myself feel a little better. Oh, the water feels so good.
After I climb out, I set out the clothes and begin to put my makeup on. My face has finally healed, and I look almost myself again. I feel like I have aged a hundred years, but for the most part, I look like me.
I don’t think I will ever feel normal again, but I have to start thinking about how to start over. They all sacrificed their lives to give me this chance at a life that I wouldn’t have without their sacrifice.
I pull my hair up, and it’s strange looking at myself in the mirror. I haven’t looked like this since. Stop it, Emily, I scold myself. Not bad, I think, as I step back, looking in the mirror. I get dressed and head downstairs.
The clothes fit perfectly, and I feel much better.
I run into Chris in the living room, and he’s gaping at me. “You look amazing,” Chris whispers.
I grab Chris and give him a big hug. “Thank you for doing what you did. I can never repay you for your kindness. And well, keeping me from going insane,” I tell him. “I would do it again, and will always keep you safe,” he replies.
We pull into a driveway that has a beautiful house. It looks like someone with a lot of money lives here. I’m still on pins and needles as Chris shuts off the car and gets out. He opens my door and helps me out. When we get to the front of the house, I turn to Chris,” is it safe here,” I ask. “Yes, no one will ever think to look for us here. We are far from court, and I doubt anyone would recognize you,” he says to reassure me. I know I can trust his judgment, but I’m so scared.
As we approach the steps, a door opens, and a young man comes out. He walks down the steps to meet us. “Alex, this is my friend Emily. Emily, this is Alex, my cousin I was telling you about,” Chris says. Alex smiles at us and then frowns. “Lord Chris, you look like a mess. What on earth happened to you guys?” Alex asks. “I’ll explain everything later,” Chris tells Alex as he gives him a warm hug.
Chris steps back, “thank you for taking us in on such short notice. I didn’t know where else to turn,” Chris tells Alex. “Come, let’s get you guys inside,” he says as he motions for us to follow him.
Alex leads us through the house to a kitchen. “I figured you guys would be hungry, so I prepared something for you. It’s almost ready,” he says as he gestures for us to sit. I take a seat next to Chris at the table.
I try to hide my face. I can’t face anyone right now. I know I look a mess, and it will only lead to more questions that I can’t answer without the pain lancing through me all anew. I let my hair fall on my face to try to cover my bruised and scraped face. As Chris and Alex talk, I keep quiet.
We all sit down at the dining room table. I dig in, as it melts in my mouth, I suppress a groan as my stomach thanks me. I sit quietly as Chris and Alex make small talk.
“I know we look like a mess. I promise to explain everything soon. We need to hide here for a little bit until we can get back on our feet,” Chris explains to Alex.
“Chris, I told you that you can stay here anytime. When you get enough rest, you can tell me all about it. I think it can wait until your ready to talk about it. It doesn’t matter to me; I’m just glad to see you,” he tells Chris. “You are the best,” Chris tells Alex.”Sounds great, I have prepared rooms for you guys. I figured you guys would be tired,” he says.
“I can’t thank you enough,” Chis says. “It will be a breath of fresh air to have some company. It gets quite lonely here in this big house all by myself,” Alex tells Chris.
“Follow me,” Alex says as he motions for us to follow him. Me and Chris follow Alex through the doorway that leads to a massive room with sculptures and paintings.
It’s a big house that has decorations that are quite exquisite. Alex must be rich from the looks of his home. We follow Alex up a grand staircase to a second floor.
Alex opens a door that leads to a bedroom.”This will be your room, Emily,” he gestures around the room. I look over at the bed, I have never been so glad to see a bed. “This door is a personal bathroom,” Alex says as he points to the right of the room at the door.
“Emily, if you need anything, just let me or Chris know,” Alex tells me before he leaves the room. Chris turns to me, “I’ll be in the next room if you need me. Are you going to be ok alone?” he asks. “I think I can manage. Go and get some sleep, you need it,” I say as I try to hide the panic that threatens me. I can do this; I keep telling myself.
I walk into the bathroom. I take a look at myself in the mirror at the broken girl that stares back at me. Before I can break down, Chris pokes his head into the bathroom. “Are you sure you will be ok?” he asks. “I’m ok,” I reply. Chris leaves, and I’m now alone in the bathroom.
I walk over to the door and lock it. I fill up the bathtub with hot water. I take off my clothes, then climb into the hot bath. I flinch as the hot water hits my sensitive skin. I back against the back of the bathtub as the heat soothes my aching body.
After I have set in the tub till the water turned cold, I climb out, wrapping a towel around myself. I walk over to the sink as I take one look in the mirror as a ghost of a person stares back at me. I see only a broken soul that has lost all hope. I find the tears running down my cheeks as I cry once again.
I cry and cry as the memories flood me all at once. I don’t know how I can survive this. I have never been a strong person. Me and Chris were the only ones to survive as everyone gave their lives to save us. I don’t deserve to live. I’m unworthy of their sacrifice. I muffle my sobs, so Chris and Alex won’t hear me. I can’t bear to talk to either one of them right now.
After I have finished crying, I put my clothes back on. I walk back to the bedroom and find myself alone for the first time. I can feel myself trembling with fear. I want to call for Chris, but I know I must face this myself. I can’t always have him looking after me. It’s time that I grow up and face things for myself. I climb into bed, pulling up the covers as I settle into bed. The bed is nice compared to the hard ground that I have slept on for the past few nights. I find myself tossing and turning. My heart races as each sound or shadow plays with my thoughts. My body finally gives in as I find myself in a troubled sleep. The Red Eyes! The faces, the screams. The nightmares find me.
Me and Chris set out walking through the woods to find some shelter. The hours pass as the rain beats down on us. I’m soaking wet and tired from the lack of sleep. The day that the nightwalkers came and murdered everyone I cared about, I haven’t had much sleep. My sister’s face haunts me in my dreams as I watch her kill Dimitri. All the murders play over and over in my nightmares. My nerves are on edge, probably from the lack of sleep and just paranoia. Every sound of a twig breaking under our feet sends me in a panic. I’m just waiting for them to jump out of the darkness. We have walked all night, and now daylight is slowly approaching over the tree line. The rain slowly stops; I couldn’t be more thankful. I move the hair that is clinging to the side of my face with my cold, wrinkled up hands. My clothes cling to me, still stained with blood.
Up ahead in the distance, In the distance, I spot a house. As we get closer, it looks like one of those hunting cabins that get used during hunting season. Chris turns to me with a serious face, “stay here while I check to see if anyone is home. If things go bad, I want you to run and don’t look back. Do you understand?” Chris asks me. Emily, do you understand? Tell me you will run if things get bad,” he asks. I can’t tell him no matter if I lie to him in my heart. “I will,” I reply between my teeth that are chattering from the cold. I watch Chris walk up the steps of the porch toward the door. He knocks a few times on the door. “It doesn’t appear to be anyone here. I’m going to take a look around the back, stay put,” Chris says before he walks around the corner. As several minutes pass, I become nervous while I’m waiting for Chris to return. Just as I’m about to head in the direction Chris went, he pops around the corner. “It appears no one is around. Let’s go check out inside,” Chris says.
“Stay behind me, I’ll go first,” Chris whispers to me as we start up the steps. I want to get out of this weather for a few hours. My skin is all wrinkled from the rain, and I’m cold down to my bones. Chris tries to get the door unlocked, but it’s not budging. Chris steps back, then hits the door with his shoulder, shoving the door open. We enter as quiet as we can. He searches the whole house to make sure it’s empty. To both our relief, we are the only ones here.
There are only a few rooms in the cabin. We find a bedroom that has a small bed, trunk, and a dresser with a mirror. Chris walks across the room to the dresser. “I just hope there are clothes in here,” Chris says. We stop in our tracks when the mirror catches both of our attention. When we look at our reflections in the mirror, it stuns us both. All the blood and scrapes, we look awful. It’s like staring at two ghosts in the mirror. Me and Chris star at each other with haunted looks on our faces. I choke back the tears as I try to keep myself together. I don’t want to cry anymore. Seeing myself like this makes me want to fall apart. I look away at the girl I don’t recognize anymore that stares back at me. I open the drawer to the dresser as I struggle with my emotions. Chris and I go through the drawers as we look through the small amount of clothes that were left.
After searching through many of the shirts and pants, I manage to find a small sweater and a pair of pants that look like they might fit. I head toward the bathroom that we found when we were searching through the cabin. I fill the bathtub up with hot water, then strip all my bloody clothes off. I get into the tub and try to scrub all the dirt, blood, and grime off me. I wash till it hurts. I know I’m clean, but I feel so tainted by all the blood of everyone. It’s all soaked deep down into my soul. I let my hair down and try to clean the nasty cut on my face. It stings as I wipe the dirt off my face. I feel like I have aged way beyond my years. When I get out, the water is red and dirty. I choke back tears as a sob rips from my throat. I cover my mouth to muffle my cries.
I manage to pull myself back together while I get dressed. I clean out the tub and run a hot bath for Chris. When I walk out of the bathroom, I find Chris sitting at the table in the kitchen. “I ran you some water,” I tell him. He gets up slowly from the table, gathers his clothes, then heads into the bathroom. I sit down at the kitchen table, waiting on Chris to finish. Chris comes out of the bathroom wearing a sweater and a pair of jeans. I can see the bruises on his face. I figure he has a lot of injuries on various places of his body from the vicious kicks and hits he received. I think he’s just glad to be alive. “There are a few things that will help us out. I found a first aid kit that we can treat our wounds with so they don’t get infected,” Chris tells me.
I don’t say anything. I just stair as Chris goes on about what will be helpful and what we need. “Emily, pull yourself together. Your shutting down on me again. Don’t,” he warns with anguish in his voice. He walks over to me, pulling me into his arms.
“Please, all we have is each other right now,” he whispers as I hear him choke back some unshed tears.
I’m silent for a moment as I try to gather my thoughts.”I’m still here,” I whisper. It’s good enough for him; he relaxes and takes a deep breath. We say nothing as we hold each other.
The kitchen is simple and stocked with some canned items. It appears that no one has been here in a while. I pull out the stuff we gathered from the garden earlier and rummage through what they have in the pantry. I start throwing things together. My appetite isn’t there, but my stomach is screaming at me. I don’t think I have eaten in a long time.
I prepare the food, Chris has found some books. He’s scanning through them to try to take his mind off things.
I finish with a typical salad, we sit down and begin to eat in silence. I make myself eat even though I don’t have much of an apatite. My stomach thanks me but threatens to undo what I have managed to get down.
We continue to search the cabin, around back, we find a black old four-door car. It’s unlocked, and from the looks of it, no one has driven it in a long time. Searching through the glove department and other places, we can’t find any keys. “This could get us farther away if we can get find the keys and get the car running,” he says as he searches in other various places.
“I wonder if they might have it somewhere in the cabin,” I tell Chris. “Anything is possible,” he shrugs. We both head back inside.
I start in the kitchen. Searching through all the drawers, I come up with nothing.
In the bedroom, I search the nightstand and then the chest. I find a set of keys. “Chris, I think I might have found them. There are several keys on here. I’m hoping that one of them goes to this car, I shout from the other room.
We both head back out to where the car is parked. Chris slides into the driver’s seat while I climb into the passenger seat. As Chris picks through the keys, he tries each of them.
I realize I’m holding my breath in hopes this works. I can’t stand the thought of being here anymore. I want far away from here as soon as possible.
The car comes alive with a bit of a grumble. I’m relieved but not sure how far it will get us. We load the car with what we found to be helpful and head out.
With one last look around at the life we use to have and deep down, know that we will never come back here. I would have to find a way to start over somehow. I know that things will never be the same. The once happy girl that I know died along with everyone else that day. I’m now an empty shell. We both take a deep breath as the car spits and sputters as we take off.
“Where are we going to go?” I ask. “It’s a little bit away from here. I have some relatives in Sunlit Tides. I think my cousin will take us in. He told me if I ever needed a place to crash to come his way,” he says. I think that’s the first time I have seen him smile in a long time.
We head down the driveway in silence. I look out the window and let my mind wander.I wonder what happened to the others when we left. Did Sandy make it, or the others? Will they still come for us? I still can’t believe Hanna betrayed us, and how she got everyone killed. What would become of her now that she’s one of them? My mind is running wild with so many questions that it starts to make my head hurt. I close my eyes and blackout.
I feel the car stop, which snaps me out of my sleep. I must have dozed off for a bit while we were driving. I can see that we are on the interstate. I try to stretch out as best as I can in the car. “How long have I been out?” I ask Chris, who looks exhausted “You have been asleep for a while, I think a couple of hours. “Let me drive for a while. You need to get some sleep, too,” I try to convince him. “I’m good,” he replies. “Chris,” I protest. “No, really, I’m good. We were almost there. I’ll sleep once we get there. I’ve already called him, and he’s expecting us,” he tells me.
“When did you call him?” I ask. “When I stopped for gas, you were out of it. I didn’t want to wake you,” he replies. For the rest of the trip, we sit in silence. I’m alone in my dark thoughts as he is with his. I can see it written all over his face as he frowns. I slump in my seat, staring out the window, wondering how this all happened and why.
Chris drags me out of the house as I protest with everything in me to go running back. He drags me out of the house as the screams continue on in the house. When we get outside there are more dead guards laying on the ground. “Chris,” I say as I tremble in fear. “Just follow me, don’t look at them, just keep your eyes on me,” he tells me as he grabs me by my hand and starts walking. I try to do what he tells me to do, but every time we have to step over someone my stomach wants to give way. I can’t help but see them no matter how much I try not to look. I see blood and death everywhere I look. I know I am trembling as Chris gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. They killed all the royal guards by the amount of bodies that we keep passing. Chris tries to pick up his pace as we make our way through the property. Once we clear the main entrance, Chris takes one look around then grabs me by the arm and starts running. I’m trying not trip over my own feet as I run as fast as I can to keep up with Chris. We enter the woods and Chris is pulling me through the woods to God knows where. He keeps running and I’m running out of air as he keeps this unbearable pace. I don’t know how much longer I can keep up as my lungs burn and my legs beg to give way.
“Run faster, they are going to catch up to us, stay with me Emily,” he yells at me as he grips my hand tight.
“Please stop! Chris, I can’t do this,” I beg as I gasp for air.
Something grabs my foot, I fall right to the ground making Chris let go of my hand. When I hit the ground I fall to my hands and knees. I can’t hold it in anymore. I start to cry scolding tears as my world comes crashing down again.
“Emily, get up! We have to get as far away from here as we can. They are fast, faster than we are. I got to get you out of here,” he says with panic.
I’m lost to my grief, I just want to die. “Chris, leave me here, run and get away from here. If they find me… then they will stop looking for you. You can live a happy life and leave this all behind you. I have nothing left for them to take but my life,” I sob.
“Emily, come on! You’re not giving up, I won’t let you. He grabs me by my shoulders to get me off the ground. I’m standing there looking at him as I cry more tears. I can not will myself to go any further.
Without warning, Chris bends down and grabs me by my waste. He throws me over his shoulder and begins to walk. “Then I will carry you,” he says.
“Just let them kill me, run and be free. Live a happy life, they want me not you,” I cry out as he continues to carry me. He refuses to put me down so I start to hit him with my fists to get him to drop me. “Put me down!” I yell at him as I hit him harder.
He smacks me hard putting an end to my protest. “I will not! Do you think for one minute that Dimitri, your parents, or anyone that loved you would let you give up? No, I don’t think so,” he says as he heads on further into the woods.
He’s breathing hard and I can’t help him, I’m a total failure to everyone. I don’t deserve to live when everyone died today. Exhausted and an emotional wreck, I hang on to Chris with what energy I have left.
Once we have put some distance between us, Chris puts me down. I crumble to the ground in scalding tears. When I get ahold of myself I can hear Chris starting a fire to get us warm. When he’s done he sits down beside me and starts to cry. This is the first time I have seen him show any grief. He has kept it together this entire time so he could get me to safety.
When I think I’m all cried out, I’m hit with more gut-wrenching tears.
The stench of all the blood that is not mine hits me hard. I know most of it is Dimitri’s and the thought kills me. I see their faces as they lost their lives. Chyanne as Luke killed her in front of me. I couldn’t save her no matter how much I wanted to. My mom was already dead when I got there and then I had to watch my father die. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. My Dimitri, my sweet Dimitri, was killed by my own beloved sister that I thought was dead but had been turned into a nightwalker. Why would she betray her own family like this? She is the one that got everyone killed.
“Emily, you still with me?” Chris says almost in a whisper as he crawls over to me. I wipe my tears and runny nose on my shirt sleeve as he crawls over to me.
I can’t even speak, I’m utterly lost. Chris pulls me to him as he cradles my head to his chest, letting me cry more tears. “Please be strong, we can do this. This is one hell of a nightmare that I wish me and you could wake up from. I’ll find a way out of this, just don’t give up,” he says as he holds me.
I cry more silent tears, I still have not found my voice. “Emily, you are my best friend, I won’t let them have you. Do you hear me? I will protect you,” he says to me as I just hold on to him, neither one of us saying anything. “We got to go, we can’t stay here long,” Chris tells me.
Chris puts out the fire before we start walking again. We head out into the night walking side by side in silence.
Daylight approaches bringing much appreciated light to the woods around us. The long night walk had both me and Chris both on edge all night as strange sounds had us jumping. We find a clearing that looks like a good place to take a break. I’m exhausted as I lay down on the ground to rest. I curl up in a ball as my mind goes into overdrive once again. My soul feels broken but I have no more tears to cry, I have passed the insane part and now I’m surrounded by my dark thoughts.
Chris leans against a fallen tree trunk near me. He closes his eyes in deep thought.
After some time, Chris stirs from his spot. He reaches out a hand to me to help me to my feet. He steps close to me, putting his hand on my chin. “Is this the only injury you have?” he asks. “I have no idea, I haven’t the faintest idea really,” I reply. He moves around me looking at every inch of me to find any injuries I might have. He pokes a few spots around my ribs that make me flinch and a nasty bruise on my leg. It looks like a few bruises. I think your ribs are bruised and your face has some nasty cuts and bruises. We need to get this cleaned up soon,” he tells me.
Before we can decide to do anything, it starts to rain, a cold rain which causes me to start to shake violently. “Here, sit beside me, I will try to warm you up,” Chris tells. We set down on the tree trunk, Chris pulls me as close as he can to help warm me up. “What are we going to do?” I ask him. “I’m working on it, I think first we need to get some food and then get cleaned up, then we can find a place for shelter. We need to get moving soon,” he replies.
When the rain stops,we start to walking again. We come up on a garden that makes us come to a halt. “Stay here, let me check things out first. Do not move,” he tells me. I watch him walk over to the garden then past the garden out of site. My anxiety starts to get to me as I stand there patiently waiting for him to come back. He finally comes into view and I relax a little as I wait for him to get over to me. “Looks like a garden that is secluded. If I had to guess the farmer is within driving distance to tend the garden. Let’s get a few before we leave so we have something to eat,” he says as he leads me into the garden. The garden has some fruit and vegetables that can be harvested. Chris hands me an apple to eat. “I’m not hungry,” I tell him. “You need to eat, you have to keep your strength up,” he tells me. “Ok, in a little while, I will help my gather,” I tell him. He doesn’t argue with me, but goes to picking some vegetables.
I pull several apples off that I can manage to reach.
“This is a wonderful find, we can eat a few days off this,” he says with a little bit of hope in his voice.
We take what we gather back to the clearing we were at before. Chris makes a fire and starts to roast some of the vegetables we picked. I’m getting sick to my stomach. I can’t help myself but to put some distance from the smell of food. “Emily, don’t go, you need to eat. You have to keep up your strength ” he calls out to me. “I can’t, it will only come back up, I’m not ready for food,” I reply in hopes he will give me some slack.
I lay down by the fire and cry a little more. Chris lays down behind me pulling me to him. He wraps his arms around me. “Sleep, I will keep watch for a while,” he tells me. I don’t respond, I just stare at his hands. His rough hands that are dirty and stained with blood. Blood from who, I don’t want to know. If I close my eyes I will see them all in my nightmares. I can’t let myself, I don’t want this pain, I don’t want to relive those horrible moments. I don’t want to see Dimitri, my family, my friends all die in front of me again.
“Thank you for a most memorable shopping trip,” I giggle as he bends down to kiss my hand. “You are most welcome, I will see you in a little bit,” he says as he turns and heads into the house.
I set out on a mission to find my mother. I have to try to convince my parents to change the laws so I can be with Dimitri. I find my mother in the study, “mom,” I call out to her. “Emily, how was your shopping trip?” she asks. I bet I blush as I recall the time I had with Dimitri before we really went shopping. “Good,” I mumble. I try to regain myself while I find the words to tell my mother how I feel about Dimitri and the hopes that they can make a bright future for us. “Mom, I want to ask you something. I want to know first if the laws are firm on me being with my own kind?” I ask as I prepare for her answer and the reason why I’m asking.
“Well, our family line is based on fairy’s being with their own kind and the royal bloodline, being pure. Why do you ask?” she smiles. Oh here goes nothing. I take a deep breath. “Mom, I want to know if I can be with someone that is not a prince or a fairy,” I whisper. “I think I know what you are asking, I need to know who he is,” she demands. Oh no.
I know by this point I look mortified as I try to find my voice. “Dimitri,” I whisper to the point that I can barely hear myself. My mother’s eyes grow wide and I’m scared at what she is thinking. She stands there silent as she takes in what I just told her.
“Emily, you are young and he’s your guardian. You’re not supposed to date your guardian’s or a non-fairy. “How does he feel about you?” she asks. Oh, this is going to backfire, I can feel it. I look down at the ground as I know my face is probably pail.
Here goes nothing, “I love him, and he loves me,” I choke out. “Emily! What were you thinking, and what was he thinking? He’s much older than you and your guardian,” she shouts. Oh, this isn’t good. “But mom, I don’t think there is a better person for me. He is half fairy, just not royal,” I plead. “I’m not sure what your father is going to say to this. Dimitri is one special person, one that he may change the rules for, but I will have to discuss this with him first. You know if he says no you can no longer see him like that. Your father might even send him away. I hope you get your wish, I want to see you happy, but I don’t make the decisions for him. I will speak to him this evening on the matter. Until then, you must not let anyone else know of this matter. Do you understand?” she tells me. Oh, this is good news. I’m almost jumping up and down, but then it hits me. If my father doesn’t want me with Dimitri he can send him away. My heart almost stops as my breathing becomes hard. “Ok,” I reply as I head downstairs to call Chyanne.
I pull out my phone and dial her number. “Hey, Chyanne! I told my mother,” I spit out. She gasps and then there is silence for a moment.”Yeah, she’s going to talk to my father about it, oh I hope he lets me be with him. Can you come over?” I ask. “Yeah I’ll be right over as soon as I can,” she replies. I hang up the phone and decide on getting my homework done so I can be prepared for my father’s decision a little later.
I’ve managed to get my homework done and head downstairs to wait on Chyanne. She should be here any minute. I’m washing my hands when………………………………
I hear crashing sounds coming from the living room. I can hear shouting and furniture breaking. My heart starts to race as I run toward the sounds.
When I arrive in the doorway I almost run right into Chris. As I take in the scene, I’m horrified. I’m frozen in my tracks when I know I should be running.
I look across the room and my heart stops, Dimitri is in full battle mode. He’s fighting someone that I have never seen before. I can’t get a good look at the guy, his back is facing me. I can only see Dimitri and his determined face as he fights.
Dimitri is good, but the guy he’s fighting is indescribable. The guy moves with such ease and speed, dodging Dimitri’s attacks. The other guy’s moves are not natural. I have never seen anything like it before.
Dimitri takes a vicious kick from the guy, that sends him back several feet. Dimitri almost falls down but recovers before hitting the floor.
A scream grabs my attention from Dimitri. “Oh no,” I cry out. Cheyanne is being held by her throat by Luke, Hanna’s boyfriend. Why? What! He’s alive! Where has he been? Hanna? At this moment I can feel the blood drain from my face as my knees go weak.
I shake my head trying to wake up from this nightmare and when I open my eyes I realize this is not a nightmare, it’s happening now. I’m trying to grasp what’s going on and why all these people are in our house attacking us and why Luke is chocking Cheyanne. “Luke! What are you doing, Stop!” I scream at him.
Luke looks over at me, and that is when I notice the red eyes and the teeth. Night Walkers screams loud in my head as my skin prickles with fear. I try to run toward Chyanne when Chris shoves me back towards the door.
I’m stopped dead in my tracks as Chris takes on someone and I watch in horror as Luke and Chyanne struggle. I’m helpless and scared, I want to help but I know it will only get me killed. This is what Dimitri and Luke were trained to do and I know I will only get in the way. I stay behind Chris as I watch Dimitri try to get the upper hand on the guy that he is fighting. They are almost deadlocked. There skills are so close its scary.
Then Dimitri hits the floor with a loud thud as he grabs his ribs. Get up, please get up. Oh God, please get up. I can’t lose him now. We are so close to being able to be together. He can’t die like Lilly did. No! I can feel the tears start to run down my cheeks as I try not to scream. I can’t distract him, it almost got him killed last time he faced them.
I stare in horror as the guy approaches Dimitri. He’s going to finish him off. I can’t watch, but I can’t take my eyes off them either. Just when my heart is about to explode, Dimitri spins around and knocks the guy’s feet right out from under him. I breathe a small sigh as my tears still run down my cheeks.
A loud crash grabs my attention back to Chyanne. Luke has Chyanne pinned down on the floor. She struggles against him for a few minutes then she goes limp as he sinks his teeth back into the flesh of her neck. My stomach jumps, I almost throw up. There’s blood and a lot of it. I grab my chest as I lose all the air out of my lungs. No, I cry silently. I’m heaving large chest wrenching sobs now.
I’m in full panic mode as I look around for a way to help. That’s when I see my father lying in a pool of blood. His eyes are open with an eerie stare. He’s still alive, his life force is still there. No, daddy, don’t go,” I sob as I crumble to the floor. I know it will be only a matter of time before he’s gone. There’s too much blood. I want to run over to him, but I can’t get my body to move.
Then his wings disappear, my heart stops as I watch my father die right in front of me. Scalding tears run down my face. “Daddy,” I sob.
My mother is not far away from him. “No” I scream. I don’t think anyone even notices my screams. There is so much chaos in the room, so much blood…………….
She’s already gone………..My thoughts are scattered and my heart is going to jump out of my chest. My skin is crawling with fear, my chest is on fire and I can’t breathe.
I watch as it all unfolds in slow motion before my eyes. I’m helpless to help anyone. A blonde woman grabs Chris pulling him to her as she delivers vicious blows to his body. Dimitri has recovered and is now on his feet again. He’s able to get a few kicks in with the creepy guy.
Dimitri delivers a few more kicks that finally send the guy backward. I feel that there might be some hope in surviving this nightmare.
Chris is once more hit hard knocking the wind out of his body. I wish I could help, but every time I even move, he shoves me backward.
Chris is pulled into a chokehold by this woman who is staring at me with her red eyes. Her gaze is cold as ice and she’s holding Chris like it’s nothing. She must be a nightwalker too. Her red eyes give her away.
I pull my eyes away to see that Luke has finished with Chyanne and her body lays lifeless on the floor. She’s gone, this is too much. She lays there motionless and pale with blood running down her neck. I gasp, trying desperately to pull some air into my lungs between the sobs.
With speed, Luke has got Dimitri in a headlock while the other guy starts attacking him. I can see that Luke is cutting off Dimitri’s air as he starts to go limp. “Noooooooo,” I scream. Dimitri tries to turn his head to look at me, but he can’t. His eyes start to roll in the back of his head.
Something catches my eye to the left of the room. When I look up I gasp, “Hanna”. No, it can’t be, she’s dead. Looking at her as she comes closer, I see why I felt the way I did. “She is dead!” I gasp. She’s a nightwalker! Where has she been this whole time? My heart sinks. I burst into another fit of tears, I can feel my inner strength evaporating. I go to stand but get light-headed as my knees threaten to give out.
Luke and the other guy drop Dimitri to the ground. Dimitri is half unconscious laying on the floor. “Finish him,” the blonde calls out. Does she mean Dimitri? Can Hanna do this? She knows how much I love him. Can she wound me any further? She pulls him up by his throat, pulling him upright. He’s barely hanging on I have never seen Dimitri this vulnerable. He said they were strong but I never had any idea how strong they were. “Please no, Hanna I love him, don’t do this,” I beg.
She looks at me with her cold red eyes. “It’s better I do it, he won’t suffer, I will be quick,” she says with coldness in her menacing voice.
She pays me no mind as I plead once again, “Please no”. Before I can take another step, she sinks her teeth into his neck. I can hear her fangs pierce his skin. He lets out a muffled, strangled gasp. I freeze in my tracks as I watch him growing weaker. He’s body relaxes as he starts to sink into unconsciousness. I can’t watch any more. I sink to the floor ready to give up. I have already lost everything.
He’s dying in front of me, the love of my life by my own sister’s hands. I have lost sight of what is happening around me. Only to be shaken by reality when I hear his body hit the floor.
Ignoring everything else going on around me, I crawl over to Dimitri. His eyes are open and he’s not breathing. “Please don’t die,” I whisper as I stroke his cheek. My heart can’t take no more.
“I love you, please don’t leave me here all alone,” I beg him. His eyes are lifeless, staring straight ahead. My fingers trace his lovely lips as his ghostly stare rips at me more. I bust out in tears as my heart shatters.
I’m vaguely aware that someone is pulling on me. I hear Chris’s voice but can’t make out what he’s saying. He’s wrapping his arms around me trying to pull me from Dimitri.
“Get up! You have to move,” he shouts at me. I can’t move, my whole body has shut down, I can no longer think. I’m numb all over.
With blunt force, me and Chris are thrown down to the floor. There is blood everywhere. I close my eyes knowing this is it. I’m going to die. I try to prepare myself for my final moment.
The room grows louder, I open my eyes and see Sandy and two other guards fighting. This will only mean more lives that will be lost.
Sandy and the others seem to be making progress, I know it will only be a matter of minutes before they are killed. These nightwalkers are too fast and deadly. We were never a match for them. Just like Dimitri had told me only a few hours before.
Chris pulls me up from the floor, forcing me towards the doorway. “No, leave me,” I scream as more scalding tears run down my face.
Chris doesn’t give up, he’s dragging me out of the room as I try to run back.
“Emily, he’s gone, they are all gone. I can’t let you die too. I told your father that I would protect you. “NOW MOVE!” he screams at me again.
As I’m pulled out screaming, I look back in horror to see Hanna just staring at me with a cold look. She makes no move to come after us, maybe she is wanting us to escape or is it that she will have someone to hunt. How could she do this? With unfounded horror, realization hits me. She was the one who let them in…………………………….
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