Murdered by a saint.

Home has questions--Along with repairs.

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Chapter Eight

-Tristins POV-

Serouisly?!?! He's really pulling this shit?! I think this to myself as I watch in a state of shock as Damons tougne leaves..hers..

Am throughly disgusted. Here he is claiming his "Love" for my baby sister and sticking his tougne down that minipulating phychos throat.. I'll destroy him...

I clear my throat, Damon is the first to whip around his eyes growing wide, her.. with a sly smirk as she wipes saliva from the cornners of her mouth with her middle finger, flipping me off.

"Damon..." I nod my head curtly in his direction but my eyes give me away. There burning with furry, I take a long pause before I even acknowlege her existince, it wasn't until she got irritated at the fact I was ignoring her that she cleared her throat, that I even looked her way. I stared at her with the same blank expression but with hatefull eyes.

"Jackie..." I give her the same curtfull nod, even through her name alone sends a wave of disgust through me. "Tristin.. it's been to long!" She says faking excitment , her words lined with sarcasm.

"Oh, not long enough!" I mock her overly fake tone. She scowls in response. My gaze returns to Damon who has a strange look, I expected a look of guilt but insted it looks of one with combined emotions. Anger and fear.

This is ridiculus, he shouldn't be angry! He has no fucking right! Am going destroy him.. but am not sure how JC would react to somthing like that. After all Damon is the one who took her life, they have a connection am not sure if she's exactly in love with him but I can't take that chance. If me killing him would make her afterlife misserable I would be breaking our own laws. Damon has to mean somthing to JC. Oh shit! I still need to find her!

I just stare at Damon with the same expression not allowing him to see my fear, "I'll see you at home Damien." I slowly emphasize his legitimate birth name, I watch his face form into a deep scowl at which I smirk at before I turn and walk away, and once am sure am out of there view I run as fast as my stregth will allow me.

-JC POV-

I start to panic until I realize that the hand around my waist isn't threatening but gentle and extremly small, as am swiftly yet firmly spinned around. "JC? Are you okay? What are you doing way out here?"

Her pixe like voice drips with concern as her small blonde eyebrows furrow. I sigh in relief, "Layla." I say with a smile. "Um yeah is everything okay? Wheres Damon?" She asks with uncertanty. "Oh uh yeah and um.. am not sure..." Its a lie with some truth, I honestly have no idea where Damon is, but am also not okay. All I want is to get my fucking arm fixed, get Jennifer, get the hell outta here and never look back.

By this point I see no reason to hide my arm from Layla, "Damn JC.. We need to get you home." Well thats one way of getting me there. Layla takes me by my good arm and guides me to the villige where am taken to a leaf like hut. Inside are medical supplys left about in a organized fashion.

Layla guides me to a chair and slowly sits me down, she then turns to collect a few items from the collection of medical supplys. Some surgical tape and a few liquds. "Where did you guys get all this stuff?" I question, you can't get any of this stuff in the woods. "Um in town." Layla chuckles as if its the most obvouis thing in the world.

"Oh.." Is all I say I had no idea we were allowed to leave. "If you went into town to get these suppys why make the huts look like this?" I ask. "Two reasons, one it's a small town JC we don't want too much attention drawn to us especially after your body is discovered. Second we can't exactly stick out in the middle of the woods so it's better to blend into the backround as much as possible." Layla replys.

"Yeah.. which reminds me. Why am I hurt? I mean.. I don't have a body anymore right? Am dead so..?" I ask with sincre curiosity. Layla drops some of the liqud onto my arm as she opens her mouth to speak. "Exactly, you did have a body when you were alive. Why do you suppose that is?" I don't answer and she continues.

"The human body is mostly made up of liquds and your skin wraps it all up, keeping everything from spilling out." She pauses looking at my face as if to see if am paying attention and that shes not wasting her time, she turns her attention back to dressing my wound before speaking again. "Everyone has a soul, when you were alive your soul was protected by so many layers of skin, flesh, blood and bone. Though when you died you lost that body."

"In order to stay on earth your soul needs to be in somthing, a body. Were all here for... our own reasons.." She looks away from me when she says this. It takes her a few minutes before she continues. "So, for whatever reason your here your body is going to be needed in order to fullfill whatever task you need in order to be at pease, so take care of it will ya?" Layla says. "I still don't understand.." I reply.

She groans, "Of course you don't.. What don't you understand?" She asks a bit angrily. "How am still able to get hurt if am dead." I reply as calmly as possible.

"Didn't I just say you need a body? Well am going to say it's safe to assume you don't know the diffrence between the body you have now vrs the body you had when you were alive correct?" I don't respond I just give a slight nod for her to go on with her explination.

"Your body when you were alive was.. well you know you were alive for awhile, but think of this body like the artifical version, more like living plastic." She trys to get me to understand. "Living plastic?" I question.

"Uh yeah, Your body is somewhat of a replica of an alive human body but it operates differntly. Almost how an infant when it's first born it's weak, your new and therfore your body is extremly fragile. When you get older and the older you get the stronger you'll become. Especially once you discover evrything your now capable of." She gives me a slight smirk and quick wink, before returning to tending my 'wound'.

"Well all done!" Layla says with a bright smile. Looking down I examine my arm, I still have no idea what the liqud was supposed to do but the bone was no longer sticking out due to Layla shoving the bone back under the skin or 'living plastic' as she calls it. All wraped up with surgical tape. Like some morbid present. Or maybe thats just me and my twisted mind.

"Thanks a lot Layla, I really appricate it." I say with a gratfull smile. "No problom JC, but um..are you sure you have no idea where Damon could be?." She asks me. "I honestly have no idea where he could b--"

"HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LOOSE HER?!" I hear a familir voice yell at the top of his lungs. "Found him.." I say as I turn to Layla." With a raised eyebrow before we run out of the tent to see Tristin and Damon standing only inches away from each others faces. "OH AM SORRY! YOU LOOKED A LITTLE TO PREOCCUPIED STICKING YOUR TOUNGE DOWN HER THROAT! FUCKING TRAITOR!" Tristin yells back at Damon and before any of us has a chance to step in, Tristin lands is fist stright into Damons face before he hits the ground.

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