Turn Around (The coldest girl in Coldtown competition)

Did you ever feel like you were being watched, like the monster under your bed isn't just a childhood fear. Well you're right.

They hide in the darkness and the shadows, they hunt you till your back is against the wall and there is no where left to run. They feed off your fear, and rejuvenate themselves with your blood. They are the undead.

There is a way to survive, they will not harm you if you know they are their, It's their only law, their only rule. So if you want to stay alive. Turn around.


14. Alone

Was it wrong that Candace's words stuck to me for the rest of that day? Seriously, that bitch hated me but I couldn't help feeling like what she said, was true. 

Damien was, well, Damien. Tall, dark, sexy and all man, whereas I was just Willow. The witch girl. It wasn't exactly a glamours match was it? Then again Damien and I weren't really together, I wasn't sure what we were. Friends? More than that? 

It was bad enough that I had never really had a boyfriend, but to not know weather a guy even liked you or not? That was way past being a bad thing. 

"Willow are you alright?" Damien's voice broke into my train of thought, I hadn't even realised that I had been staring right at him with a blank expression on my face. Damn, because that didn't scream creepy or anything. 

"Yeah, I'm fine, I mumbled, turning away to look out the window like you saw girls do in those movies where their life is oh so depressing, take a look at the real world sweetie, it ain't much better. Still he didn't seem convinced, no matter how big of a smile I put on. "You know, a girl I used to know once told me that if a woman tells you she's fine, you need to look her in the eye and say, 'no you're not," He announced, then he grabbed my chin between his thumb and his index finger to turn my head towards him, "No you're not." The finality in his words was almost laughable, did he really think that would work? A girl's heart was an ocean of confusion and feelings she preferred to leave buried, full of secrets and mysteries, three words wouldn't change that. "I'm not that type of girl Damien, telling me how I'm feeling is just going to piss me off. I have my own problems and sometimes they make me feel like crap, but I can deal with it alone." I said obstinately. It was sweet that Damien wanted to help me, but my personal issues were my own and no one else's, I didn't want his help. I could feel my annoyance growing as he took my hand and held it even tighter when I tried to snatch it away. "You don't have to be alone Willow, you're not alone. Not any more." He whispered. Oh how wrong he was. "If you think that being alone means there aren't people around you, then you are so wrong." I growled as he stopped outside my house. I rushed out of the car but stopped when I heard his door open and then slam shut. "What the hell is that meant to mean?" He growled back at me. I noticed his iris' had not yet turned completely crimson, but the blood like colour was seeping in from the edges. It didn't scare me, his macho, I'm-a-big-bad-vampire act only pissed me off more. "You think just because I know what I am, know what you and Cody are, I'm not still alone? You think that simply being around me is going to change that? Well it isn't. I'm still alone Damien, even more so now because I have to cope with this shit you keep putting on my shoulders. Being alone isn't when there is no one else in that general area, being alone is standing in a room and feeling like no matter how loudly you scream no one is ever going to hear you, they don't even look up. Being alone is feeling like no matter how many friends you have, you can't tell anyone anything and it's stifling! I can barley breath and It kills me!" I ranted, tears streaming down my face like clear, translucent ribbons. Damien's face was ashen, it was paler than I had ever seen it and somehow that made me want to cry harder, yet all I did was brush the tears away angrily, feeling like an idiot for letting any emotion show. I had been so good at hiding it since my mother died, maybe all I needed was just to scream at someone. Unfortunately, Damien was the unlucky bastard who happened to be in my presence. "Willow... I never wanted you to feel that way, you can talk to me. You know you can." He said, his voice was gentle but that didn't mater. Not now. "No, I can't. If I could there would be no secrets, there would be no lies and you wouldn't keep anything from me." I said, this time I wasn't angry or sad or frustrated. I was broken. "I haven't kept anything fro-" "If you haven't kept anything from me then tell me, what prophecy was Candace talking about?" I asked, again there was nothing in my voice. No indication of emotion. Nothing. "That? You're worried about that? Willow, that prophecy is nothing! It's a load of crap that came from a -" He broke off suddenly. Damien didn't need to finish the sentence for me to know what he was going to say. "From a what? A witch? Well I'm sorry if you don't think my race are a reliable sort," I said, "Fine, if you won't tell me what the prophecy is, I'll ask one of the witches, I'm sure they know. As for you, don't tell me I'm not alone, because you just proved that I am." That was all I said, no goodbye, no see you later. I wasn't even sure there would be a later, but the one thing I did know, was that there was something no one was telling me, and I intended to know what.
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