Warriors (Destined Series 2)

Chapter 3 Screams That Never Stop

Damon's POV

I sinked my teeth into another person, sucking them dry. I was alone, and I will always be alone. I haven't flipped my humanity off all the way, just enough to dull the pain. Im not rouge. Not yet.

I dropped the body not even identifying it as a woman or man through my blood lust. This is the second person I killed. I tried to hold it together the first 5 days, but the day after Taylor's funeral I lost it. It just hurt to much.

After I walked aimlessly around for a while I finally ended up at Taylor's grave.

"Hey Taylor, I'm- I'm sorry I couldn't save you and I'm sorry that I've been 'acting out' to say the least." My voice broke. "I miss you. I miss your sassy attitude, your smirk, even our little fights. I know you don't think this but I did love you. I know I didn't act like it but I do. Did. I did." I corrected myself.

I suddenly got angry at life for taking her away from me, and it didn't help that since I'm a vampire I feel things more strongly. I started to punch her grave stone. My knuckles split and her grave stone became  broken and bloody.

I stood up after a couple minutes of just hitting her grave stone. I calmed my breathing. 8 days after Taylor's heart stopped beating. I just gotta take one day at a time. I laughed but felt no humor I never loved anyone and how ironic is that when I finally do find love I lose her.

I turned around and went to get drunk off my ass, until the feeling of pain is gone.

Taylor's POV

I opened my eyes and was greeted with pure darkness. I was 9 feet under. But that's just a guess. A sliver of panic filled me when I thought of the possibility of me dieing again before reaching the surface. I can do this.

I have to admit this is the first time I've ever been barried, I usually woke up at a morgue and one time at my own funeral.

I took a deep breath, panic still corsing through my vains. I heard a mans voice above me but it was super muffled. Then I heard a bunch of thumping and knew somebody was hitting my grave stone hard. I knew this had to be a supernatural creature. "Help!!" I croaked, my throat was so dry. I started banging on my coffin. "Help me!!" After 5 minutes of banging and screaming I realized who ever was up there was now gone.

I had very little air, so I had to act fast. I ripped the fabric to get to the wood. I hit the coffin concentrating all my strength on one spot and broke the wood. Dirt started falling in, I took what little air I had left into my lungs. It hurt to dig out of my own grave. I knew my hands were really getting messed up. I kept punching, digging and scratching to get to the surface. I couldn't hold my breath any longer. I felt light headed and my lungs were screaming at me for more oxygen. With one last defeated punch I broke the surface. I began pulling and punching like a mad man. When I finially got out and rolled over, I layed there for a good 10 minutes. When I finally did get up to my horror my grave stone, bloody and broken was my name. It read:

R.I.P
Here lies
Taylor Collins
A beloved best friend
And a Warrior
1997-2015

I shook my head over and over again. It was to much to process. I still couldn't hear, my ears felt like I had sound canceling headphones on. I think I'm in shock.

I just dug myself out of my grave. My head was spinning. I think it was offical I was traumatized.

I looked down at my hands and they were soaked in my own blood. I think that's when my brain went on over load, from the pain of falling, to the pain and fear of digging myself out of my own grave, to seeing and reading my own grave stone. Because I fell to my knees and put my hands on my head and started to scream, and not even a little one, a blood curling, hair stands on end, goosebumps causing screams. I think I was crying, but I didnt really concentrate enough to tell. And once I started screaming I couldn't stop.