Murdered by a saint.

Home has questions--When there's psychopaths involved.

Chapter Six.

-JC POV-

As I walk with Tristen deeper into the woods we settle between to pine trees that over look a slight ledge giving a breath taking veiw of more woodland and mountin landscape. I look over at Tristin and to my surprise he has a look not of amazment but of..guilt? Why would he be gulity? What could he of all people be guilty of? It just dosn't make any sence, maybe It's just my imagination. Still...

"Um, hey. Tristin?" I ask concern and uncertinity driping from my voice. Suddenly he snaps his head in my direction and simply relpys with a, "Yes?" Seeing the stunned look on my face of how cold he was, he imeditly gave me a slight smile and his eyes softened a bit. "Are, are you alright?" I ask. His smile grows a bit and he replys, "Yeah, am okay." He pauses for a few minutes and before I can ask if he really was okay his mouth opens. "Let's just start with your questions." Tristin states with a very matter of factly tone.

I was so worried about him I completly forgot about why we came up here in the first place. "Huh? Oh ya ha-ha-ha..." I laugh nervously. "No need to be scared, were all alone out here so no presure. Just ask me anything you want, anytime." He replys with kind eyes and a caring smile. Wow, hes so reasuring and not as pushy as some people I know... I notice him patiently waiting for my answer. Oh shit! Uh um.. oh! well there is somthing I've wanted to know..

"Well, there is somthing I've wanted to ask about.." I state with cation, he could change his mind about this at any moment. He gives me a slight nod with slighly widened eyes, silently telling me to "go On". I comply with his silent demand, mostly because I do want answers and partically because somthing inside me says "Trust him you idiot." Well here goes nothing..

"You remember the other day when I ran off to help Jennifer?" I don't wait for an answer it was a rhetorical question. "Well when I was running I didn't feel out of breath but I also noticed that I don't run any faster then when I was alive. Same with my, I guess strenghth? I can't feel pain but am also not any stronger then when I was alive.. Why is that?" Am awhere Its a fairly long question, well questions.

I can see from the expression on his face he is trying to find a way to word his explanation. Finally after about no more then five or six minutes his mouth slowly opens. "Well, your dead JC." He pauses again with that same look of guilt, why is he making that face? "That means theres some limitations and abilitys. These abilitys inculde never being tired or feeling pain, now the limitations are somthing you can change.

Damon and Layla are a classic example of this. There constently training and practicing so they can race with each other. I have no idea why they even bother, I just think they have nothing better to do. Am not 100% sure why this is the way things are, Stacy just tells us all we need to know, well by us I only mean the first generation."

Uh.. well when its put that way I guess it makes some sence, but theres still one other thing that still bothers me.. "Trsitin?.." I ask warily, am not sure if i should ask this but I need to know, even if he dosn't have the awnser he might have a guess, right? "Anything JC." He replys with the same warm smile and kind eyes. Okay.. here goes nothing.. "Why are we here? All of us, if were all dead why are we stuck here? Whats keeping us here?" Suddenly that warm smile and kind eyes, are dead.

His whole demenor changes completly, hes stone, so cold and hardned face. His eyes piercing my soul and freezing it over, turning to ice. Sending unstopable chills through me. I may not be able to feel pain but the feeling of fear.. still makes its presence known. He takes a step toward me and after what feels like an eternity of him staring down at me his mouth slowly opens to speak in the coldest and most unfeeling tone i've ever heard.

"Theres one thing tieing us all together here JC, one thing that keeps us here, and that JC is," He pauses making sure I feel every cold hardedned word from his moulth.

"Revenge."

-Damons POV-

Fucking hell.. "Damon Damon Damon Damon.. Now I didn't think you missed me that much! Am touched!" she says in her slimly tone of voice, while placing her hand over chest where her heart would be.. if she had one.. "You wish." I hiss at her. Of all the places in the woods to be she had to be here.. "You know your over the border, starting to think your solitary confinment has made you forget the meaning of the word banishment." I add. "Oh plaese Damon, You know Stacy had no right to dish out such a sentance." She relpys.

"Stacy can do anything she wants, shes Stacy and oh yea not you!" I yell at her. This must have sent her over, "Stacy is nothing compared to me!" She yells "All she did was let you run wild! No order no responsiblitly! Carelessness!" Shes screaming now. And am starting to get really pissed off. "She gave us freedom! Unlike you! You dictator skank!" I yell at her, shes smirking I swear if shes thinking about- "Not to skanky for you apparently." Damit.. "Not like i had much of a choice." I reply with disgust.

I start to turn away back home where I know she can't follow me when I hear hear call after me, "Thats right walk away Damon Its what you best at!" Whatever.. I keep walking when she speaks again. "How do you think she'll react to your little secrect?" "Knowing that her death never had to happen?" Thats when I stop dead in my tracks but I refuse to look at her, "When she finds out your little plan?" She wants somthing, wonderfull.. "What do you want Heather?" She smirks her wicked smirk. "You." Fuck..

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