Disclaimer: All characters belong to L.J. Smith.
Time: The Secret Vampire
Genre: Angst, Romance, and Hurt/Comfort
Date Finished: December 5, 2010
Poppy was breathing hard. She was going to die and there was no way to stop it. There was no one to help her, no one to save her soul.
This summer was supposed to be the best summer of her life. This summer was supposed to last forever. This wasn't supposed to end. School wasn't going to end it.
Now she was getting her wish. She would be frozen. Frozen forever in an eternal summer. She would never see another fall, winter, or spring. Simmer would be all that there was.
She looked outside. The world was filled with summer colours. The wonderful colours of green, cloudless, blue skies, and dead grass during the dry season. Hot, unbearable days would never end.
She would never see the snow capped mountains of winter again.
She would never see the lovely, fire colours of fall again.
She would never dance in the April showers of spring again.
Sure, life would go on, but her life was ending. She could feel it leaving her. She could feel it being sucked away into a big blackhole. Her world was ending.
Poppy could feel the tears coming. She'd never felt so afraid. She never imagined this day. When she thought of death, she'd thought of it as something that only happened to old people.
Not to kids.
And certainty not to her.
She stared at the phone. All she had to do was pick it up and dial his number. Pick it up and all of her problems would be gone. Pick it up and she could live forever.
She would be out of this eternal summer.
"Pick the phone up," a little voice screamed in her head. "Pick it up and it'll be all over."
She gave into the little voice. She dialled his number and waited. After three rings, he picked up.
"Hello," he said.
"James, it's me," Poppy said.
"Poppy, what's wrong?" He sounded concerned.
"I want to do it."
James didn't respond.
"When can you get alone?"
"Mom will leave in a few hours."
"I'll see you then."
The line went dead.
The next few hours felt as if they would never end. It felt as if time itself had stopped. She stared at the clock. It wasn't moving. It seemed to have paused. Time was passing everywhere else, but it had stopped in her world.
Finally, Poppy's mother left and she was alone. This loneliness didn't last for long. A few minutes later, James entered the room.
He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you sure?"
"Once I start there's no going back."
"I'm ready," she ensured him.
And he sunk his teeth in.