Unknown Destiny

15

Anne P.O.V

Cameron fails to remind both Glenn and I that she has a cut on her leg on the back of her thigh. It's only when a pool of blood surrounds Cameron and I that she curses under her breath.

She fainted. It was either from a large amount of blood loss or because she gets wheezy around the red liquid. At the moment I'm building up my power to heal my broken ribs and multiple cuts on my arms. Cameron is not the only one that suffered from bloody loss.

Just before she got to me I was bleeding out, from my nose, arms and I'm pretty sure I was coughing up blood. Glenn assisted me in bandaging my wounds and I have to admit that I wouldn't be alive if he hadn't done so.

Glenn also fixed Cameron's leg. For the moment she is sleeping or something of the sort. Every time she breathes it calms me, I join her rythmic pace and I soon fall asleep beside Cameron. It's only until I wake up that I realise I'm in a bed.

I sit upward, most of my wounds have healed but one of my forehead. Groaning slightly I turn to face a clock on my left.

3:41am.

"What happened?" I whisper into the darkness quietly.

"I don't know." A voice replies beside me.

With that I jump out of the warm bed and meet the cold breeze the harshly bites my bare legs.

"Calm down Princess, it's only me." I cock my head to the side slowly recognising the voice.

"Cameron?"

"Bingo." She stifles a laugh tiredly, "Come back to bed, it's cold."

I smile slightly, glad to hear her soft voice in this empty darkness. So I quietly shuffle into the blankets getting comfortable. I hear Cameron moan slightly in pleasure.

"I think something is wrong with you." I freeze at her comment.

"... How do you mean?"

"You instantly make the bed warm." She turns her body so she's facing me. Even in the pitch black I know she's smiling.

"Maybe something is wrong with you?"

"Me? Never!"

I genuinely laugh at her reply and bury my head deeper into the pillow.

I speak again, but this time with a serious tone, "Do you ever just want to run away?"

It goes silent for a moment before she replies, "Most of the time."

"Why don't you?"

"Because anyone can run away, it's super easy. Facing problems and working through them is what I see as becoming stronger." She stops speaking for a moment, "A part of me wants to run to see who'll try and find me, but then another part wants to prove them that I am strong. That I have enough willpower to deny them that pleasure of being right in that I'm weak."

"You're not weak."

She sniffs, "Yeah. Right. Why do you want to run away?"

"I don't know. I just want to runaway, I want to go someplace new. A place where no one knows me and I don't know them. Somewhere I can find peace and serenity, where I can walk down the streets and no one knows my secrets. No one knows the mistakes I've made or the people I've hurt. The people I will hurt..." I look at her or what I think is her, "When they find out what kind of life I've lead, the things I've done... I'll disappear. It'll be like I was never there."

"I don't want you to disappear." She says taking my hands in hers.

"There are things I've done Cameron. Things I will do and I can't forgive myself for even— I just can't." I take my hand away from her's and sit up. I swing my legs out of bed planning to get out, but Cameron stops me.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"If I died—"

"No." She stops me, "I would never let that happen."

"You might."

She laughs with disbelief, "What's going on with you Anne? At one point you're being all philosophical and the next you're being all mysterious."

"I'm sorry I—"

"Just..." I turn to face her. I feel the bed move as proof that she has gotten out of the bed. I hear her walk around and open the blinds. Moonlight shines in and I can see her more now. Her brown hair hangs loosely over her shoulders and I sigh.

Cameron walks over to me and sits beside me, she places one of her hands on my thigh and takes a deep breath, "Let's get some sleep."

She pulls my hands as she makes her way to the other side of the bed. I lay down so that we are beside each other.

I begin to cry and I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe because all of my emotions have just been building up over the past week or so. I just need to empty my emotions, whether or not it's onto Cameron, I have to.

Cameron hears me crying and she grabs my hand. I stop crying by the time she touches me, she calms me.

She looks at me, wipes my tears away and kisses me. This kiss wasn't like our last that was drowned in passion and lust. This kiss is soft and gently placed. It was meaningful and comforting. Everything I've ever wanted a kiss to be. Everything I've ever wanted with her. She breaks it off too soon as I follow her lips. Her thumb traces circles on my cheek and I gently lean into her. 

I shouldn't have kissed back. This goes against everything. It's forbidden. Mother and father will be angry with me. A protector cannot fall in love. Especially a Werewolf and Vampire.

Cameron grabs my hands and turns over so that her back is facing my front. She pulls my hands over her torso so that I'm spooning her, "We'll talk tomorrow."

I smile softly as I bury my nose into the crook of her neck.

Tomorrow, I'll tell her everything.