Vamp

Chapter 14

The ocean is so beautiful. The sun reflects the water like a mirror. The water was shining so bright that it wasn't that hard to see. The ocean seemed so calm. It was peaceful. On top it seems like paradise, but underneath may be dark and scary for creatures live. Who really knows. It was windy out. The breeze was hitting my face softly. It cold me down, because in New Orleans it was hot as hell.

I felt someone stand beside me at the rail. I looked over. It was Stefan. I smiled and I got back to looking out into the ocean, "Beautiful, isn't it?" I asked him. Stefan looked at me, "Some things are more beautiful than others." he told me. I chuckled, "That was deep." I told him. He chuckled too. I didn't want to stop staring out in the open ocean. It had such a beautiful latch to you that makes you not want to stop. "How've you been feeling?" he asked me. I shrugged, "Not really sure anymore," I told him, "I've been alright. Still trying to comperhend the fact that my father's alive." Stefan nodded his head, "I know what's that like." Stefan told me. I turned towards him looking confused, "How?" he said. Stefan smiled. He looked at me with his dark green eyes, "Jeremy came back," he said, "Jeremy's died twice and I thought that was the last time we would see him when he died again." I still looked confused.

"How do you come back from the dead?" I asked Stefan. Stefan looked out into the ocean.

"Witches, Travelers." he said, "They all find a way to bring the dead back."

"Why would they want to bring them back?" I asked.

"Power or the same way we wanted Jeremy back the first time he died, love controlled over us." he said.

Love controls over us. That couldn't be more true. For some reason, love seems like the leading cause of death. Because when you love someone so much you'll sacrifice anything for the act of love back. We all do some sort of crazy stuff for love. It's the most dangerous thing in existance. Stefan stopped looking out into the ocean. I glanced at him. He looked really beautiful. His hazels reflecting the sun, his bronze hair shining, and the background of the blue ocean. It all fitted together like a puzzle piece.

"I need to tell you something." Stefan said. I nodded my head and stood up straighter, "Um...yea go ahead." I said. I pushed my hair back. Stefan looked down at the ground. He bit his lip. What's going on? "Anna, I..I don't know if you don't know.." Stefan trailed off. I walked closer to him and placed my hands on his face. He looked up at me andheld my wrists, "What don't I know?" I asked. Stefan sighed. He looked straight in my eyes, "When..when you found 'me' in the shed that night weak," he said, "It wasn't 'me' that  you feed your blood to." My eyes widened. I stopped myself from dropping my jaw, "What." I almost whispered. Stefan let down my hands, "It wasn't me," he said, "I don't want you to be scared, but I think we have a new problem."

I was completely frozen. No this can't be happening. No! No! This is all too much. I felt my stomach drop and my lungs wouldn't work. I had tears flowing down my eyes. Why do I keep crying! I just want all the pain and emotions to go away. No more! No more! "No," I told Stefan through a sob. I put my hand against my chest. I stepped bck and kept shaking my head, "No, Stefan, please no." I sobbed. Stefan walked over to me, to try to calm me down. I sobbed into Stefan's arms. He held me tight. I just want everything to go away. "I didn't want this." I told Stefan as I continued to break. Stefan kissed the top of my head, "I know," he whispered, "We'll end all this soon. I promise."

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I was standing in front of my dad's door. I wanted to knock it, but I was scared to talk to him for some rason. I want to find out what happened to him and my mom for the past two years. I want to know where my mom is. I finally had the guts to knock on the door. I took longer than I thought for my father to open the door. When he opened the door, at first we just stood there and looked at each other. My father spoke up, "Hey, Anna." he told me. I gave him a weak smile, "Hi," I said, "Um..can I talk to you?" I asked. My dad gestured me to come into his room. I walked in. His room was really small. Well, it's a cruise ship so every room seems so tiny. I heard the door close, so I turned around. "Do you want anything to eat or drink? I have a bunch of stuff in the mini fridge." My father siad. I shook my head, "No, Im fine." I said.