Hey guys! I've been VERY busy for the couple past months... hope I can get as many reviews as I did on my Twins story. That was awesome. Anyway, I finally came up with a sequel. I was sick about a week ago, and i had a craving to write. I re-read my Twin's till death to them part, and a name caught my eye. "Mark." ( If you don't remember, check out chappy 3.) I was intrigued. I had forgotten all about Nicole's boyfriend. I don't even know why I added him in the first place, but i sure am glad I did!
enjoy.
(ps, I chose my alternate ending to continue with.)

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A figure stumbles into the church, winces at the burning sensation that now tingles throughout his body by entering the holy building. He ignores it, too concerned with the piles of dirt that lies before him.
No, not dirt.
Ashes.
Mark, his face un-readable, sifts the ashes through his fingers. He gives out a sad sigh, and knows this pile was his lover, Nicole. But she was no more. It was the other pile that catches his interest. He touches the powders, then draws his fingers back, surprised. It was Ryan. Now Mark is confused. Ryan was a vampire? Since when?
But it didn't matter now. Mark knows he could use this little pile against Sam. He could, and, oh, he would. For Nicole had told Mark what to do, just in case her plans had failed.
And her plans did fail.
Mark was the only one left.

ONE YEAR LATER

At night, I fought with my dreams. I struggle silently, sometimes even scream in a quiet fear. When I wake,

I always tremble, gasp, and fail in trying to go back to sleep. It often happened, resulting in bags under my eyes, falling asleep during the worst possible moment, and my dreams would increase in their nightmarish pictures. I was so desperate too look even a tad bit normal that I went to see a shrink.
“ Miss Spence-“
“ Sam, please.” I would always ask every time we met. And she would always reluctantly agree.
“ Sam…” She would pause. “ You have to tell me why you are having these dreams. Can you tell me what happened in your past…? Was it something drastic, or something very small?”
I smile. “ A little bit of both, I think. Miss Sophia, you’re just going to have to accept that I’m not going to tell you what event caused me to end up like this. You’re asking yourself why I hired you, why I paid 300 bucks just to hear me be a smart-ass. Well, let’s say that my life was dramatically changed about a year ago. Let’s say I lost some people I really cared about. Let’s say that I can’t possibly ever be normal again now that I know what can exist.”
My shield goes down, and the shrink saw the pleading in my eyes. I knew she saw the pain and terror that had sprouted in me more then a year ago and grew into a giant bean stalk in such a short time. I didn’t care. I’ve been hiding my terror for far too long. What if vampires survived? What if Nicole had created some army that was hunting me down at this exact moment? I knew this was absurd, but my mind kept coming up with crazy ‘what ifs’.
My voice cracks, and I struggle to maintain it. “ Miss Sophia, I need to feel normal again. What can I do? I’ll do anything, anything that pops in that smart little Harvard brain of yours. Just please tell me to do something.” My shrink stares at me, and I see that the gears are shifting in her mind; trying to figure me out. She couldn’t do that in a million years. She sighs, takes off her glasses, and rubs her temples. She’s weary.
“ Samantha, I cannot give you accurate advice since I do not know your complete problem. But you said you want to feel normal. I suggest you get something normal. Do normal things. You’re young, pretty, and gave a big life full of options in front of you. Get out, go to parties, get a boyfriend. You can’t mourn over you and others forever.”
I think about her words all the way back.

Ryan takes some steps back. Away from me, away from my craving open arms.
“ Ryan, no!” I cry. “ Not you, please! Please…” My cries die down to a whisper. He steps away from me, one foot at a time. I sob, and suddenly, I’m Ryan. I see myself through his eyes; a crying, tired worn out teenager. Then, I see myself grab my by the wrists, pulling me inside the church! I scream out in agony as the holy atmosphere burns my skin. I feel something pierce my heart and know too well what it is. I whisper my own name, falling down on my knees. The last thing I see is myself crying. I tell her I’m sorry.
“ I had to do it!” I screamed, my eyes shoot open and I let out a huge sob. I crinkle my face up, trying to get myself under control. I tremble as I sit upright, rubbing my arms. I’m sweating, yet I’m cold. I sniff and start to get out of bed. As my feet touch the scratchy carpet, I draw them back, deciding against it. Instead, I bring my knees up to my chin, and try not to cry again.

Two days from that night is when I meet Jack.
I knew that the moment I saw him, there was something not normal about him. But I ignore those instincts. I am so lonely, I just don’t care anymore. I did what my shrink advised met to do. I went out on a Friday night to some frat boy party. I wasn’t really interested in it. I didn’t dance, I didn’t talk to anyone, hardly ate, I just stood in the corner and watched. I couldn’t really understand how some of those girls could grind on the sweaty dance floor with complete strangers. They could be vampires for all-
“ No!” I whispered fiercely, jerking myself from those thoughts. “ I am not going to think about them tonight! I’m supposed to have fun!”
“ You look as if you’re trying hard.” A voice said behind me. I turn, and blush. A six foot four guy stands there with dark hair and dark eyes. His hair is naturally parted down the middle; no gel or anything. He’s got a very muscular body that blends well with his tan hair and good taste in clothing.
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so he just laughed. He did most of the talking that night. He reminded me of Ryan at some times with his jokes. We started seeing each other a lot more at random parties, and after a month, he asked me out. My nightmares were becoming less frequent, and I was finally seeing everything in a normal way. I was even feeling a bit normal. But nothing could make me forget what happened a year ago.
Can you actually believe that this stops here? Well, it doesn’t. It’s far from over. Me and Jack were going out for two months when we went to the party. We were dancing at a fairly fast pace when he said it.
“ Oh, hey, I picked up your mail today. Hope you don’t mind.” He said after the song was over. I told him I didn’t care and he went to get my mail. I know, weird place to suddenly remember your girlfriend’s mail. He trotted over to me, and handed me a plain white envelope. No return address. I slit the top, and saw there was no letter. I turned the envelope upside down, and let the element of the envelope fall.
It was sand…
No. It wasn’t sand.
Gray ashes were sifting through my fingers.
The ashes of my dead boyfriend, and my dead sister.

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