Epilogue

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Epilogue

Third Person's PoV

Amy exited the living room leaving Tamara working on her most recent pies of artwork and Nathaniel brainstorming ideas for the book he was working on. She couldn't stay in there anymore because she felt too awkward from today's past even of which she hadn't told them yet. She couldn't even accept what she'd found out herself, let alone tell other people. But she couldn't stay in denial. The longer she didn't accept what was happening to her the harder her "problem" would be to sort out.

She flitted to her room loving the speeds she could go at thanks to her vampirisms. She fell face down on to her bed and screamed.  Getting out all of her anger, sadness and frustration from the past few months and the tortuous days that she'd have to endure in the coming months.

She rolled onto her side staring at her bedside table. On there was a picture of her Tamara and Nathaniel at the park. She enjoyed being with Tamara and Nathaniel. They were like the parents she never had. They had helped her get out of her depression she was in from learning that everyone that she cared about had lied to her and she'd ran away. They'd helped her get used to her vampire abilities. Controlling her speed, strength hearing and her special ability. Mind reading. She could get into people's heads and read their minds. At first it had been horrible. Everyone's thought's bombarding her. It was like being at a packed full concert and everyone was screaming and/or shouting at her. But luckily now she could control her power and bend it to her will. Then there'd also been Nathaniel teaching her about forgery and how to drive. Tamara had been teaching her how to fight and how to speak French, Spanish and Italian. Life had been pretty cool. Emphasis on the 'had'. Now everything was going and she had no idea what to do.

Kylie's PoV

30 years later

I sat on my bed as tears spilled out of my eyes. I was looking at a picture of me and my best friend remembering the good times.  In the picture we were both 4 years old dressed as witches. We were about to go to a fancy dress party and were excited. I still missed Amy a lot. I felt guilty about what had happened. I wanted to run after her but Ethan (Megan's cousin, oh wait I mean dad. Yeah she had lied to us about their relations) said to let her go. I had tried to contact her but it was like she had disappeared of the face of the earth. I had contacted her once after I had 'died' but she just sent me a very colourful text message and then blocked me, I deserved it though. I had been a terrible friend. Now I'd lost her. The others said I should move on and that she wasn't coming back. But I couldn't. I knew deep down that she'd come back. The others said I was insane. Maybe I am maybe I'm not but I know Amy and I knew she'd come back. So I'd wait. Wait for her to come to us. Wait for her to come home. 

The End   

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