I'm a normal teenage girl.(sort of) // Wattys 2016

Chapter 22: Can I Just Stop Dying?

Lily's P.O.V

I let out a piercing scream.

" LACEY!"

I tried to run forward but Hunter stopped me.

" no, you don't want to get closer," he advised softly.

I was in hysterics.

" no, no, she's alive! She can't be dead!" I protested.

" lily love, she's out of wolf form. If she was alive, even barely, she would still be so she could heal quicker," he reminded me.

Then an idea came to me.

" EVA!" I screamed out.

Everyone on the battle field stopped and looked at me.

" Lily she doesn't," Hunter began quietly.

"Shut up Hunter," I cried," EVA! I know you don't like to be seen but please, it's life or death,"

I waited and I felt a stir.

I looked around wildly.

" come on baby, let's get you," Hunter began but he trailed off.

" What the hell is that?" he asked in surprise.

I looked over to where his gaze was resting.

A bright purplish white light was materializing.

A collective gasp sounded through the field.

Looking around, I could tell that everyone else could see what I could.

It took a few minutes before the figure had completely formed.

I let out a strangled cry again.

" Eva!"

Launching myself out of Hunter's arms and into hers.

" oh Eva, she's gone," I sobbed.

" I know my dear, I could feel your pain and I looked down," she replied kindly.

" wait, you didn't watch the whole battle?" I asked.

She shook her head sadly.

" I do not like to watch my people suffer," she sighed.

Another choked sob escaped from my lips and she pulled me closer to her.

" why did you call me here darling?" She asked.

I pulled away from her.

" when I died, you informed me that you weren't allowed to tell me the extent of my powers," I said, tears streaming down my face.

" that is correct," she agreed.

" is there anyway you can make an exception this once?" I begged.

She looked surprised at my request.

" possibly but I would have to know the circumstances," she replied.

I took a deep breath.

" I know that I have the ability to take people's pains and give them to myself. Is there anyway that I can take someone's death and replace it with my life?" I asked.

This time she let out an audible gasp of surprise at the request.

She seemed to think for a moment.

" I will make an exception," she granted.

I let out a sigh of relief then tensed all over again because I realized that there was a chance that it wouldn't work.