I Just Want To Be With You
"I've been looking for you."
We were standing on the deck of the yacht, all alone. It was dark out. Ghost was leaning over the railing, looking down at the water. He looked worlds better then he had before. Just like me, he was dressed in new white clothes. His arms were bandaged up to the elbow. He was all clean and free of blood, which was refreshing. His hair looked soft and fluffy seeing as he hadn't straightened it. He had a few cuts on his face but nothing too bad. He had shadows under his eyes though despite sleeping for the last twenty four hours.
"What a coincidence. I've been avoiding you," he mumbled.
Even though that wasn't what I wanted to hear, I was just glad he was using sarcasm again.
I approached him and stood directly next to him. I looked down at the black water, watching little waves ripple from the motor. Ghost was staring at it with a blank expression but his hands were gripping the metal railing for dear life.
I looked up at the horizon. Despite the darkness I could see fine. Everything was just a darker color. The ocean looked very pretty at night with the moon and the stars reflecting off of it.
"The water's very pretty," I said after a pause.
"I hate water," he snarled.
"I guess that makes sense," I said, trying to sound casual, "After the accident and everything."
"No," he said, "I hated water even before that."
"Any particular reason?" I wondered.
"None that I want to discuss with you," he said pointedly.
I decided to let it go. He'd been through enough. We both had. The affects of everything had finally hit me when I'd been in the shower earlier. I'd gone to take a shower after helping Sophia with Ghost. When I'd gotten in the shower and had a chance to think about everything that had happened, it hit me. I'd suddenly been terrified. Terrified of Julie Marie coming for me. Terrified of dying. Terrified of never being able to live again. Terrified of never being with Ghost. I'd never been more afraid in my life.
It had taken me a while to compose myself. Once I had I'd gotten dressed in some new clothes I had shakily gone back into the bedroom, jumping at little noises. I'd found that the room was empty, except for Ghost, passed out and bloody on the bed. I had gladly joined him, feeling exhausted. I'd slept for an entire day and when I'd woken up, Ghost had been gone. I'd looked all around the cabin for him and Jessamine had told me he was outside.
"Anything else you'd like to discuss?" I wondered.
"Like what?" he asked but I could tell that he knew exactly what.
"About what happened," I said, a slight tremor to my voice, "About your mom."
"What mom? I have no mom," he snarled, flipping his arms over and showing them to me. The blood from his gashes had bled through his bandages so the words Julie Marie were visible.
I pushed down my revulsion and hate. "Well then would you like to talk about Julie Marie?"
He shook his head no.
"Would you like to talk about Alonzo?"
He shook his head no.
"Is there anything you'd like to talk about?"
He turned and looked deep into my eyes, giving me a 'really?' look. "C'mon, you know me Char. Do I ever like to talk?"
I sighed. He had a good point. "Well I can't argue with you there."
"No, I guess you can't."
I paused for a long moment before responding. "Ghost," I said suddenly, "Do you believe in heaven?"
He looked at me then, looked right into my eyes. "Why do you ask?"
"Do you or don't you?" I pressed.
"I do," he said, surprising me.
"You do?" I asked.
"Shocking, I know . . ." he said.
"Have you . . . have you always?" I wondered.
"Ever since - nevermind actually . . . But I guess you could say I have for a very long time. Why did you want to know?"
"Because . . . because I think I was there," I admitted.
"Really?" he asked although he didn't seem as surprised as he should've been.
"Yeah . . . When I - when I died," I chocked out. I still wasn't one hundred percent comfortable talking about that. And I probably never would be.
"Both times?" he wondered, surprising me again. Most people would ask what it was like . . .
"No . . . Just the first time. I don't know why though . . . But-but I was in this beautiful forest. The leaves on the trees were every color you could imagine," I continued in a trance like voice, "It was sunny but it didn't bother me. When I laughed, this pink sparkly mist would float up from my mouth . . . And then you were there."
"How could I be there?" he asked, "I'm not dead."
For some reason, that stung. It just brought back memories of when I was in 'heaven' and Ghost had left me.
"I don't know . . . I was in some kind of spirit world though, I'm pretty sure anything is possible there. It really seemed like that. I was with you . . . but you were different. Your eyes were green and you weren't as pale. You still had your gift though, and you weren't blind . . . You said we could do anything we wanted. I wanted to go swimming."
Ghost shuddered. "I hate water," he said.
"Well I guess that proves that it wasn't you," I mumbled.
"Well, continue," he urged.
"Oh right," I said, "So you took me to this . . . pond I guess, or maybe a lake. Anyway, it was gorgeous. There was a waterfall and the water was all different colors . . . Like a painting almost. Rainbow bubbles rose up from the river, kind of like backwards rain. There were mermaids there . . . faeries too. We went swimming and played in the water. It was . . . It was more fun then I'd had in a long time . . .And then I wanted us to be alone. And then we were. Everyone else was gone . . . It suddenly became dark out and then it started snowing.
"We-we laid next to each other in the sand . . . And you - and you kissed me like you haven't in a really long time. You told me how much you loved me and . . . And I had never been happier before in my entire life."
I took a deep breath, feeling like I was going to have an emotional breakdown just thinking about all this. "And then . . . You said that if I wanted to stay in heaven I had to let go of my entire life. Even you . . . I didn't want to but you said - you said that you weren't like me. That you weren't dead. And then - and then you left me. All alone."
I started sobbing then. I hated crying in front of other people. Most people do I guess. But I really really hated it, especially since becoming a vampire. I guess all of the undead are just proud by nature.
But I couldn't help myself. Just thinking about being trapped in that horribly lonely place, knowing that I was going to be alone for all eternity, was horrible. It wasn't just that in that place, I didn't have the love of my life, it was that I didn't have anybody. I'd been alone and scared and just completely broken. I was glad to be back but the fear was still there. I could always die again . . . And then I'd be back in that horrible place.
While I bawled Ghost wrapped his arms around me in an unfamiliar gesture. Unfamiliar from him that is. Then again, I'd never needed Ghost to comfort me before. Until now. I cried into his shoulder while he stroked my hair soothingly, the way I'd done to him when he'd been sick.
"It was so horrible," I sobbed, my voice cracking, "I was all alone. And I knew that I would be alone forever, without you."
"Shhh," he cooed, "It's okay. I'm right here. You don't have to go back there ever again, I promise."
"But what if - what if something happens to me?" I whimpered, "What if I get killed again?"
"I won't let anything happen to you," he assured me, "Nobody is ever going to hurt you again. I promise."
I kept on sobbing. I couldn't seem to get a handle on myself. "I don't want to die," I weeped.
"You're not going to die," he promised, "You're a vampire. You're going to live forever."
"I-I can still die."
"I won't let you."
"But you - you can't protect me from everything," I cried.
"I can try. And if God forbid you did have to go back there again, I'd be right behind you," he vowed.
I looked up at him, getting what he was implying. He was staring down at me looking grimly serious.
"N-no," I said feebly, getting a hold of myself, "I couldn't-couldn't let you do that."
"I would never want to live in a world without you Char," he told me, "I don't even want to remember my life before I met you. After the accident, I didn't care about anything. But you . . . you gave me something to live for again Char."
It was so sappy and so romantic and so . . . just not like Ghost that a few more tears fell from my eyes. Granted, they were already sitting in my eyes from my previous sobbing.
"I love you too," I said quietly.
"I've never loved someone as much as I love you," he said, touching my face gently, "Not my own parents or even . . . or even Julie Marie. You . . . you're my whole world. I know I don't . . . I don't tell you how I feel most of the time. It's just that I'm not . . . one hundred percent . . . comfortable talking about this sort of thing. But I mean it when I say that you're everything to me. No matter how corny it sounds."
And a few more tears escaped my eyes.
I laughed shakily. "When we first met . . . I thought you were so annoying. But even back when you were harrassing me to come with you, I still felt a connection to you. I thought it was just a stupid crush . . . But the more I got to know you, the stronger it got. I couldn't shake it . . . And after a while, I didn't want to anymore."
He smiled at me. "Even before I even saw you I thought you were amazing. I'd read your file before going on assignment with Ben. There hadn't been much in it yet before the mission. But even just imagining a human girl who was 5'1 and only fifteen, stabbing a lion to protect her friends was uneblievable to me. And then . . . when I saw you for the first time . . . It was like . . . That connection you were going on about . . . Like instant chemistry. You were dancing around your kitchen while you made dinner, singing Britteny Spears songs and wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt two sizes to big for you . . . But I thought you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen."
I couldn't believe he was saying all this stuff. This was so unlike him . . . But I couldn't think of a single time in my life where I'd felt more loved.
"Do you remember when you first told me you loved me?" I asked, "And I didn't believe you . . . So you started listing all the reasons why you loved me. And all I had to say afterwards was that I loved you too. Well . . . do you want to hear my list?"
He nodded silently. I knew him well enough to know that he was trying to avoid saying something sarcastic and ruining the moment.
"I love how smart and funny you are. I love how mysterious you are, even if it irks me sometimes. I love how one minute you can be this deadly hunter and the next you're my best friend."
"And I love the message tees you always wear. I love how you fix your hair a certain way and then don't give a damn about it for the rest of the day. I love how you always manage to look sexy no matter how horrible a situation we're in."
He laughed lowly at that and shook his head.
"I love how pessimistic you can be. I love how you never want to talk about things but you always end up anyway. I love how I never know what you're thinking or what you're going to do next. I love how you make me laugh while I'm crying. I love how you can protect me without being overbearing. And I love how you can be vulnerable without being weak. I love how you're willing to do anything for me."
"And I hate how you're impossible to figure out. I hate how you're better then me at just about anything. I hate how your hair always looks better then mine. I hate how you share what you're thinking with me but you never let me in. I hate how you won't let anyone help you. And I hate how powerless you make me feel. I hate how you make me love you so much."
He smiled at me and it reminded me of how I would do anything to see him smile like that.
"I hate you too," he said, still smiling.
"I hate you more," I said, smiling in return, and clinging to him even tighter.
"And I don't care about anything else," he told me, "As long as I have you, nothing else matters. I mean it."
"If I had to choose between you and every other person I've ever met. I would pick you," I agreed.
"No matter what happens next, I promise that I will always love you," he told me.
"Do you . . . do you think that something bad's going to happen?" I asked nervously.
"I know that something bad is going to happen. Something bad always happens . . . But it doesn't matter, as long as I have you, nothing else will ever matter."
I had never been happier in my entire life. Heaven couldn't compare to this. I was on a yaght, at night, under the full moon. None of that was what made it so great though. It was Ghost. Standing there with his arms around me, protecting me, was the most amazing feeling ever. And I realized that he was right, about everything. As long as I had him, I could get through anything. He was right about something else though; things could never stay happy for long. Something was going to happen eventually. Something bad.
Because something bad always happens.
LOL JK . . . Scared you though didn't I? But seriously, this is the end of Beware Of Vampire . . . But there will be a sequel . . . Soon . . . For now it'll be called Beware Of Bad Blood. check in tomorrow and it should be up . . . If not, then the day after. Anyway, I'd like to say thanks to all my awesome reviewers! You guys rock . .. Oh and to those of you who may think a sequel is unnesecary and just drawing things out . . . Well you would be wrong. I still have a lot to uncover. For example . . .
Who is Bambi? Why was Ghost taken away from his parents? Why does he hate water and what made him believe in heaven? What happened to make Julie Marie so evil and what's her next move? What's the deal with Evie? Will she become a vampire? Whatever happened to Hattie's old friend Cam? What's up with Jessamine and Cruz? Will Lottie ever tell her family she's a vampire? And how is she handling her near death experience?
Well you'll just have to read the sequel to find out :)