Forever Alone

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Olivia had never been more confused in her entire life.

The dead one included.

Which was actually a bit of a surprise for her, because she was always a bright kid. She was one of those straight A's girls that didn't even really try, just excelled at just about everything she did, and people were always asking her advice about that certain thing within a week.

She stared down at the tea-cup. It was small, and white, with extremely detailed and intricate vines and roses painted on the sides. Tea settled in it peacefully, and she didn't dare look up at the boy across from her.

Luke sat next to her, munching away on a donut. He didn't seem frazzled by this at all.

Which also surprised her, because this kid had just claimed to be her long-dead brother, whom she had found dead when he was just a tyke.

" Prove it." Olivia said out of the blue. Luke looked up at her, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. He wasn't expecting her to say anything, and neither was the imposter.

" Dad died in a fire. I was 2. House was re-built the exact replica later." The boy replied.

" Public record."

" You asked Sam Trine out to homecoming. He turned you down."

" Rumour. It was the opposite."

" You have a birth-mark on the back of your neck in the shape of a dolphin. You named it Alfie."

" Can't prove it. It's gone."

The boys eyes shone. " Your boyfriends name was Blake. You shaved all your hair off in the 3rd grade, then dyed it neon purple after it grew back. You don't like sugar in your tea, on the rare occasion you drink it. You broke your wrist twice in the same spot in a matter of a year. And better yet, after the house was re-built I demanded my room be painted a different colour. I wanted neon yellow but didn't get it. You kissed all of your band posters before you left for school because you thought it was bad luck if you didn't. And every other night after dad died, I would sleep in your room with you. I have a scar from the fire on my wrist where glass scraped down my wrist."
And to prove it, the boy shimmied off his leather jacket, and showed his wrist to her.

And there was a scar. Old, faded, and white. But still there.

Either this guy was really good at research, was a complete stalker, or he was actually her brother.

" It can't be possible. Blake killed y.. my brother. I found him and mom dead." Olivia whispered, her eyes watering. She looked up at the boy, looked him directly in his big, blue eyes.

They were still the same as she remembered. Deep and childish and curious. They held misery in them, immense pain lurking in his past, and Olivia bolted from her chair and flew her arms around him in a tight embrace, sobbing ' It is you, Tyler.' into his shoulder.

" How is it possible?" She hiccuped.

" It's quite interesting, really. A faerie found me in the autopsy room, realized I had faerie blood, and brought me back. I wasn't entirely dead yet, still clinging to life I suppose. I guess faeries manage to live longer than mortals. They've raised me ever since." Tyler replied, and Olivia sobbed harder.

" I t..thought y..you w..were d..dead. I-I'm sorry if I h..had known I wouldn't h..have l..left a..and..." Olivia trailed off, and looked her brother in the eye.

" Faerie blood?" She asked between hiccups, and Tyler nodded.

" Mom was a faerie, but was exiled when she fell in love with dad, who was mortal. She lost all her powers, but passed them down to us. Or at least me, I don't recall you having powers when we were younger."

It all fit into place for Olivia. Why she had headaches, and powers that no one else had. Faerie blood couldn't be completely changed into anything except flowers when they died. Olivia was still partially mortal. But, that didn't explain why she was practically mortal whenever Luke was around.

Olivia held up one hand, away from her and her brother, palm up. She focused, put her energy into it, and her palm lit aflame, the flames reaching out grab something and burn it.

Tyler grinned, hugging her tightly, his muscles contracting as he squeezed tighter and tighter.

Olivia couldn't breathe. Her lungs screamed for air and she squirmed, her face heating up and only Luke noticed her gasping and floundering, like fish out of water.

" Hey buddy, gotta love the reunion and all, but it'll be cut short if you don't let her go in 10 seconds. Your killing her." Luke said casually, and Olivia nodded.

Tyler let her go and she panted, struggling to re-gain lost oxygen.

" And who are you, exactly?" Tyler growled, pulling Olivia behind him, and Olivia crossed her arms over her chest and tapped Tyler on the shoulder.
Tyler waved her off.

" I'm Olivia's boy-" Luke started to say, before Olivia interrupted.

" Friend. He's a good friend."

( A/N Luke is ( fellow 5sos fans ) stuck in the friend-zone again and again. Lol sorry I had to.)

Tyler nodded, understandingly.

" Hey Liv?" Tyler asked, and Olivia winced at the name but cocked her head to the side as if saying 'yeah?'
" What happened to Blake?"

She winced again, clicking her heels and Luke stepped forward, wrapping his arm around her shoulders comfortingly.

Olivia leaned into him, humming something she heard on the radio a long time ago. Or maybe it was on an age-old CD. Whatever it was, it was stuck in her head.

" It's a long story, Tyler. And frankly she hasn't told me the whole thing yet. I'm Luke." Luke smiled cheerfully, reaching out his hand for a friendly handshake.

" I've got time. I'm Ty." Tyler replied, shaking his hand.

Olivia smiled.

A thought struck Olivia.

" Ty? If mom was a faerie, then is mom's entire side of the family faeries too?" Deep down, Olivia was praying so. She had had very few relatives growing up.

Tyler grinned, nodded, and took Olivia's hand in his.

" We have aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents, Olivia. Can you believe it? That's why they took me in instead of shipping me of to another faerie home. All our relatives are here. And we've been looking for you. Year after year we searched for you, figuring you wouldn't change your name but your appearance. But we used every search perimeter known to track rogue faeries and we couldn't find you no matter what we did. And now I know why." Tyler's voice was giddy, happy, like the missing piece in his life had just magically popped into the air like a magician.

Olivia grinned back. " Because my faerie blood was minimized when I was changed."

Tyler nodded, but his eyebrows scrunched together thoughtfully. " Changed to what? I know he's a werewolf, did he change you?"

Olivia winced for what seemed like the thousandth time that day.

" No." She said softly. " Blake did."

Tyler's eyes widened. " And what was he?"

Olivia did the only thing she could think of at the moment. She willed her fangs to grow out, and as painful as it was, she knew she had to do it.

" Baby brother." She whispered. " I am a vampire."

And then the door bust open and a gun was pointed straight at her skull.

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