The Collision

Chapter Five: Rear view

Previously:

"You promised me Ally!" I fell on my knees. "You cant do this to me," My cries became the only sound evident on the room. "Don't leave me like everyone always does,"

Is this what it feels like? To be—heartbroken? Is this what it feels like to loose a part of your soul? Do I have a soul?

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Lauren's POV:

Crying.

I hate crying so hard you can't see. I hate how everything around you becomes a blurr. I hate how you can't breathe, and you can't stop. And I hate how Your stomach, head and throat start to ache but there's nothing you can do to stop yourself.

Camila tried consoling me. Several times. It worked for a few minutes at one point, but then she smiled. It was her smile that was now a remainder of how Ally's used to be. When I saw her pearl white teeth shine with the fire lit in our room, I lost it once again.

"I just want to help you," she said.

"Please leave." I said.

"Lauren-"

"Camila. Go." without another word Camila walked out of the bedroom. It had only been a few hours since Ally's death and I couldn't stop blaming myself for it. It had been my fault Andrew found her. All this mess was the snowball effect of me turning Camila. Part of me blamed her. Part of me wanted to leaver her. But a big part of me knew she was not to blame for this. I was the one who bit Camila. She didn't choose this life.

I have hurt her deeply. I robbed her from her education, her family, and her friends. I am no good to her. Camila deserves more than this and I know that. But I'm selfish and I can't imagine a life without her.

From the start I hurt my own family. The story of my disappearance traveled around town like wildfire. I watched from the window as my mother fell into depression and father drunk himself unconscious. I watched as my sister stopped going to school. I watched when my brother consoled Taylor; telling her it would all be fine.

On July twenty seven of two thousand twelve I drove to a store, bought paper, pens, and a packet of envelopes. That night I wrote to my family. I told them I was alive and that I had ran away. I told my mother to take care of my siblings. I told my father to stop slacking and provide for his family. I told them that just because I was physically not at home, it didn't mean I did not know  how they were doing. Most importantly, I told them that I loved them and that without them I'd be nobody. I told them I'd be gone for one or two years.

The truth? I was never going back. I was not allowed. But they did not know that. I needed them to have hope. I saw hope arrive the day I watched through the window as the  the letter was delivered. My mother smiled for the first time in weeks. My father cried. My sister ran to her room and my brother just sat there. Within days my father was back at his job. My mother cleaned the house—and prepared a meal for the four of them. I watched through the window. But Before they began eating, my father spoke.

He thanked me.

He thanked me for returning a small dose of prosperity to his household. He thanked me when I was the cause of all the pain and misfortune to his family for an extended period of time. All I could do was cry and try to control myself from knocking at the door and saying I'd come home. I knew that if I did that, my family would be killed In front of my eyes by vicious Sustays. That was the last time I saw them. Instead of writing every week, I began every few weeks. Then twice a month-which then turned to once a month. Eventually I stopped completely.

I told Camila my family thought I had been killed, but that obviously was not the truth. I wanted her to believe I had my life figured out, although there's nothing about that story to help me prove a point.

I needed her to stay calm-because if a vampire remained calm then it wouldn't had to feed on human blood. It was only when a vampire was provoked and the rush of lipid ran through their veins that made the thirst unbearable. I had not told Camila about this. Lipid is the vampire gene. If triggered the vampire looses control and had to feed until the vampire is full. The first time it happened to me I killed a total of twenty people. Their deaths were classified as suicides because Andrew covered my tracks. There was a group of locals who knew about the existence of vampires but we were allowed to love if we didn't cause any trouble.

Ally was the first witch to befriend me. Because of me she was shun out of her coven and had to live alone. As it turns out, vampires and witches are mortal enemies and are not allowed to live in at a five inch radius from each other. I spent a lot of time at her small house. Mostly to serve as protection, but also because I made myself in-debt to her for ruining her life. I learned a lot about witches from her. Evey witch was given a special ring called the protection ring. It was supposed to keep their souls when a witch died. I read a lot of her books, and she taught me a few spells which apparently anyone could perform. Even a human.

Her books

I jumped out of bed and ran towards the door. I ran out of that bedroom and into the room where Ally's  body was laying. Liam and Camila were staying outside the door, and I ran past them into it. Tears immediately ran down my face once again at the sight of her lifeless body covered in white sheets. I yanked the sheets from her body and checked her hands.

"Lauren what the hell are you doing?" Liam shouted from the door.

"She has it on!" I shouted when I saw the ruby colored stone on her right hand's middle finger.

"Lauren, I understand what you're going through but-" I cut Liam off.

"Ally has her protection ring on! I can still save her life— I just need to find the right book and I can save her!" Camila stepped forward with wide eyes.

"Is this true?" She asked. Liam looked defeated but then he smiled.

"She's a witch?" He asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Then you can bring her back. It's not going to be easy. The books are hidden. Only the souls on the other side and witches themselves know where they hidden. But—witches will deny everything you ask. They want nothing to do with vampires." I smiled.

"I know who to ask." I said.

"Who?" Camila asked.

"Chrissy." I said.

"Who is Chrissy?" Liam asked.

"Lauren's ex-girlfriend," Camila informed him.

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An: I told you guys there was a reason why Lauren didn't say goodbye to Chrissy in TWC. (:

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-Isa