Dribs and Drabs of One Shots

Kai Parker - Bloodstream

Imagine being Caroline's sister and when Liz dies, Kai is there for you

A/N: Hey guys - I'm going to apologise now for the crappy chapter! There will be a part 2 if you guys would like it so just comment!

Also, I was thinking, now that I have finally caught up, of starting to write Teen Wolf imagines but only if you guys would like them!

Don't forget I am still taking requests so keep sending them in!

Warnings: angst, death, drinking

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The thing about death is that, even after it pays a visit, it stays around for a while. It doesn't leave you in peace to grieve for those who you have lost. Instead, it stays, watching you through your window as you try to figure out a way to breathe without the pain in your chest. How to continue with your life like your heart hadn't just been ripped from your body and beaten to a pulp in front of you. Death likes to stay and admire its damage.

Sometimes, Death only stays for a while. It quickly glances over the wreckage it has left and then moves onto another unfortunate victim. Other times, it stays for years. It's mark hovering over you like a black cloud until Death comes to claim you.

Of course, Death affects different people in different ways. Some learn to live with the weight where the heart used to be. It just becomes part of who they are. Some can't learn to live with it and instead, try to get through each day at a time. Every waking moment is filled with trying not to think of the sudden abyss that is below them, ready to swallow them whole in a fleeting moment. Then, there are those few who try and forget. This could either be through alcohol, a new hobby, moving or, for those lucky few, turning off their humanity.

I wasn't one of those who had that luxury. I was the type of person who soldiered through each and every day, struggling not to collapse to the floor in a fit of hysterics, screaming those words that only mourners will know.; why me.

There are few in this world who are lucky enough to have their friends and family beside them, trying to help them get through each tormenting day. Once again, I didn't have that luxury. My family were gone and the only other survivor, besides myself, was one of those few lucky people who could turn off their humanity. I would have turned to my friends but they were too busy looking for the one who seemed to be mourning the most. The only member of the Forbes family who had the leisure to turn off their human side and forget those past months, and the coming years, of torture.

If Death wasn't enough to pull at your heartstrings and make you curse every sort of deity, supernatural being and yourself, then the weeks after the loss would. I called them the limbo period. This is where you're still numb from everything that has happened, where you're still trying to figure out whether or not you're dreaming; whether it was all part of some horrifying nightmare. Not only do you have to come to terms with the biggest change in your life, you're expected to be the one to sort out everything like the will, their belongings and, of course, the phone calls. Of course, being the only living and human member of the family meant that I was the one that had to deal with this.

Calling up every single friend, distant relative or even co worker to tell them that your loved one has passed away is the most gut wrenching thing to do in this world. You are expected to summon the courage to tell the friend, co worker or relative what happened without breaking. If you break, they take pity on you and then feel like they have to offer up some words of wisdom. This can vary from 'You made her so proud' to 'She's still with you.' These are things that no one believes but gives their thanks anyway even if, inside, you want to shout and tell them that they don't know what they are talking about.