Camren Oneshots & Imagines

Dark

Lauren was always different. She was quiet and kept herself secluded. She spent almost every minute of every day on her own. When she was forced to socialise, she'd seem distant. None of this was particularly out of the ordinary, bar the fact that the rest of her family was so social. No, this wasn't why Lauren was different.

If you asked Lauren herself, she'd say that she was always around people, never alone. Well, maybe not people, but a person. Her name was Camila, and she was Lauren's only friend.

Camila was different, too. Camila could fly, Lauren claimed. She could fly, and she could take Lauren with her. They'd go on adventures together, go see the stars and oceans and mountains. Camila could glow, too. Every now and then, when she let out a little laugh, she'd emit a soft light that floated about her like an aura.

Lauren thought she was an angel, but every time she mentioned it, Camila's eyes would glass over. Sometimes her lip would be drawn between her teeth to keep it from quivering. Sometimes, she wouldn't bother.

Lauren often wanted to kiss the angel, but whenever she tried, Camila would pull back, stammering over her words as she announced her need to leave before doing so via the always-open bedroom window.

This time, she didn't.

"Lauren, I can't." She whispered, fingertips laying on the girl's forearm and causing ripples across her skin in the form of goosebumps. That was another thing about Camila; she was always cold. Not quite icy, but colder than she probably should have been. Lauren didn't care all that much.

"Why not?" Lauren asked the question she always did, though this time out loud to the angel.

"Because..." Camila sighed, lowering her gaze to her crossed legs, "I don't want to make you like me."

"I already do like you." Lauren frowned, reaching out to hold the hands of the now steadily rising girl.

"No, not like that, Lauren. I don't want to turn you into what I am. I don't want you to be like me."

"I do." Lauren retorted, "You're an angel."

"No, I'm not." Camila shook her head, hands slipping from Lauren's as she floated on up towards the ceiling.

"You are. I've seen it." Lauren frowned, standing on her bed and reaching up towards the girl now pressed firmly against the ceiling, "I've seen you glowing when you smile. You can fly, Camila. Only an angel could show me the things you have."

"I'm not an angel, Lauren!" Camila's voice raised a note, brows knitted together pleadingly as she dodged Lauren's grasping hands.

"Then what are you?"

"Dark."

"What?" Lauren frowned, hands faltering in their attempts to pull down the girl.

"I'm dark, Lauren. Darker than anything you've ever encountered before. I'm the reason people don't dare look too closely into the shadows. I'm the thing that makes you feel like you're being watched at night." Her eyes connected with Lauren's and a deep inky substance poured into them, "If I kiss you... I'll kill you."

"And then I can be with you?"

"Laur, don't," Camila begged, tears welling in her blackened eyes.

"I want to be with you, Camila. No matter the cost." Lauren argued, reaching up with both hands. The girl was just out of reach, her fingers grazing the fabric of her t-shirt.

"Don't, Lauren!" Camila roared as her hands flexed nervously against the plaster of Lauren's bedroom ceiling.

Lauren didn't flinch, though she paused, watching as the girl's usual halo turned to a shadow around her, the surface above her beginning to crack and crumble.

"If I die," she continued, "Will I still be able to see my family?"

"Occasionally," Camila answered honestly, frowning as the girl considered her options.

"Will they be able to see me?"

A pause, and then, "No."

Nodding, Lauren hopped off of the bed, leaving a confused Camila behind as she heard footsteps rushing down the stairs. In her befuddlement, she lowered until she was hovering just above the bed, bare toes brushing the crumpled sheets. Before she could react, Lauren burst back into the room, threw her arms around her neck, and clumsily crashed their lips together.

She felt it. She felt the cold Camila always brought spread through every vein in her body. She felt herself grow light-headed as a sharp pain settled in her heart. She felt the world begin to spin every which way. She felt her fingers thread through deep brown hair. She felt soft lips fighting not to return the gesture. She felt then give in as her body did the same. Before she knew it, she was floating just like Camila. Finally, she was an angel, too.

"You just condemned yourself," Camila muttered as they broke apart, breaths heavy by habit more than necessity.

"I told them I'm sorry. I told them I love them." Lauren shook her head, "I was ready."

"Not for this." Camila retorted, "I'm far from an angel, Lauren. When I leave, I don't go to heaven. You've cursed yourself to an eternity of suffering."

"Not if it means I'm with you."

Sighing, Camila shook her head. Lauren tossed herself against her, and the shorter girl looked over a pale shoulder at the body below, skin already turning blue, a minuscule smile on her lips. If Camila hadn't have known better, she might've mistaken Lauren's corpse for the Mona Lisa.

It was too late to save her, Camila figured, so she wrapped her arms around her waist and laid her head atop her shoulder.

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Idk what this is but like?? I kinda like it?? and I hope you do too??

In case ya didn't get it, Camila is like a demony type thing and Lauren is too now.