Forever Alone

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Olivia saw nothing but blackness.

And normally she would be used to that, but on normal circumstances, her eyes would be wide open and she would be laying on her back in her bed, the sheets covering her feet and legs.

But, this was not the normal circumstance.

Her back, which was aching beyond belief for some odd reason, was face up, her face pressed against a cool, hard wood floor. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she heard unfamiliar voices.

" Is she okay?" A male, perhaps a teenage boy around her forever stopped age, asked worriedly, and she felt long, nimble fingers combing through her blonde hair.

Someone shrugged. She could vaguely hear the muscles contracting, the bones shifting ever so slightly. Normally her hearing was much better, and it scared her.

What's wrong with me? Where am I? She thought, rolling over and cracking her eyes open, only to meet watery dark green ones that sparkled as the boy smiled widely.

" Who the bloody hell are you?!" Olivia screeched, and the boy's smile faltered slightly. Another boy, a senior by the looks of his broad shoulders and a slight beard that was in desperate need of a razor, chuckled behind him.

" I like her." he said, and a girl, the girl she had seen at the club, stepped out from behind him.

" What about me?" Ashley pouted, and the senior, ( Buffy, I'll call him. She thought,) latching her lips to his.

They stepped out of the room in a tangled jumble, mouth on mouth, skin on skin, laughing and giggling as they smashed into the doorframe, and after the boy closed the door, the lock clicking, She could vaguely hear moans.

The boy took a step towards her, his large, sun-kissed, bony yet calloused hand reached out. He had a smile on his face, a comforting, heart-warming smile that made her head start to ache.
She flinched away, crawled away from him slowly, and as soon as that slight barrier was put between them, that slight space, her head felt better.

Hmmmm. Wonder what that was all about? She thought, looking into those green eyes of the boys as he took another step closer, hands at his sides until he leaned down so his eyes were level with hers, his hand reaching up to run his fingers along her prominent cheek-bones.

She frowned, the warmth of his fingers unwelcome to her hard, cold body that suddenly felt abnormally vulnerable. She swatted him away, but the sudden warmth in her cheeks didn't fade.
She had to admit, the boy in front of her was handsome. He had a mop of dirty blonde hair that continuously fell in his dark green eyes, which were framed by long, dark eye-lashes. His skin was sun-kissed and his lips were pink and plump,and when those lips curved into an award winning smile, they revealed perfectly straight, pearly white teeth.

He was mortal. She thought, and she clamped her mouth shut, waiting for her instincts to take over.

They didn't.

She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it, closed it. She took a deep breath in, strained her hearing.

Nothing.

Okay... Maybe he isn't mortal. She thought, and stood shakily, waving away the boys hand as he tried to help her.

" What are you?" she whispered, almost afraid of the answer he was about to give.

" I should be asking you the same question, love." The boy asked, one if his hands sliding around her waist, straightening her and guiding her to a cot that she had only just noticed.

The words hit her like a sledge-hammer. That's what Blake always called her. Whether he was teasing her for nearly falling down the stairs, was carrying her upstairs when she pretended to sleep because the movie they were watching was boring as fuck, or just having a conversation with her; Blake always referred to her as his 'love.'