VERY IMPORTANT: Ok, here's the final. I just wanted to say that I saw someone steal my ideas and I'm kind of upset about this. I worked very hard and people don't have the right to take something and get credit for it. I at least want credit for the idea you know. So please if you are reading this, delete it. Yes I know that something are different, but the story is way too close to my own. I'll help you write something else if you want! Anyways, I think that an 18 year old can create a mutter better idea than a 14 year old like myself.
I woke up and everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours had come back to me. Shaking, I sat up and my left hand rushed to my head where I felt dry blood lay. Everything else hurt like no other. I opened my eyes luckily, not having to strain them to the light. It was dark outside like the clouds were blocking the sun from the world. But that didn't affect what was happening to my eyes.
I stood from the ground, trembling and stared at Ashton's body. He was dead and I was crying and barley being able to breathe. I didn't die because they thought I was dead already. I should be in his place. "Why did you have to leave me?" I moaned quietly. "I said I loved you." My knees gave way and I was on the floor again next to my stepbrother.
He looked so perfect even in his current dead state. His eyes were opened wide, the blue glass staring at me as if he was pleading to say sorry. He had a huge gash across his chest that leaked black blood, which had dried down his black shirt. His skin was paler than usual and I could tell cold to the touch. I didn't dare feel his skin though. Something told me that the frost on his face would be too icy for a part mortal.
I couldn't help it. I kissed his cheek and it burned my lips like dry ice. His skin wasn't only cold though; it was salty and clammy. I backed away slowly and stood looking around the street. I could see shadows staring at me with wide eyes from the sides. "What is wrong with you people?" I said to no one in particular.
I backed away from Ashton even more. "Speak up! Isn't this what you all asked for?" I was screaming to the public while limping through the bodies to where I knew the castle to be. "Everyone's dead and this is only just the beginning." I was choking out the words feeling the dizziness start to take over, but I stopped in my tracks and retraced my past moments. "OH MY GOD!"
My eyes grew wide. This was the dream although I wasn't watching it. I was that girl. All of a sudden I felt my knees give way again and I fell to the ground. I could have stopped it, if I was only in control.
Nothing had changed the next day. Yes, I said next day. Yesterday Pence had found Ashton and me and brought both of us back thinking that we were dead. Quite a shock when I woke up. I thought Mark had a heart attack. He had been crying like I because his eyes were puffy and drowned. The sweet blue had gone to a light shade of silver but I couldn't blame him. Ashton and I were really all that he had.
I had refused to sleep in my bedroom knowing the memories it brought back so Mark let me sleep with him again. Not in the wrong way though. It wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest because we spent the entire night crying on each other's shoulders. All of it in the end made me think, what if I had lost Mark too. I didn't think that I would have been able to handle two deaths. I can barely handle one.
I as drifted slowly to sleep all I could think about were his last words 'I'm sorry Chloe, I love you.' I loved him too. SO much. More than a sister should love a brother. Why couldn't I realize that earlier? Now it was too late. He was gone forever.
The next day the funeral was held and I felt myself rather distracted when it came to directing my troops. The whole morning people kept asking where they should move and what actions should be taken. Everything pretty much went in one ear and out the other. Quickly I dressed in a long black dress with a very open back. The silk material fell to the floor so I had to raise it when I walked. I looked pretty, but tired. My hair was in a high ponytail and face layered with dark make-up in order to hide the lines. I glared at my reflection in hopes that it would change back to how it was before I found out about the war, before that vampire bit me, and before Aaron broke up with me. I didn't though and the wish I had for being happy disappeared.
By the time I had left the room I wasn't any happier than when I had went in. I still felt bad about everything and the depression was more than I could handle.
I met Mark and Pence outside who were dressed in their funeral clothes as well. They seemed happy to see me, but I could tell that behind their smiles they were both crying inside. Yes I said both. Pence looked like he had been beat up pretty badly, I could only imagine what happened to him during the first of the battle.
Mark took my arm and we began walking towards the cemetery where Ashton was to be buried. None of us dared to talk on the ten minute walk. The tension was too high. As we finally arrived at the funeral gates, Pence turned to me. "Are you going to be okay?" His eyes were friendly, something that doesn't happen a lot.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I might be, we're just going to have to wait and see." We walked past security who was trying to keep mortals out so the guard eyed me for a second before letting us pass. I know what your probably thinking, like a million people died and you take the time to bury one. Well because Ashton is my stepbrother that also makes him part royalty. If I were to die Mark would take my place. It's kind of confusing, but so is everything else in this world.
There were only a couple other people here, all were black cloaks and hiding their faces, which made me nervous. "Is'okay." Mark mumbled. "I know who they are." I would, if I was in my normal state, lecture him again on how it is an invasion of privacy to read your younger stepsister's mind, but I had a feeling now was not the time. "You can yell at me later."
We walked up to the casket and Pence bent down first. I could only hear him mumble. "I'm so sorry. I never thought that this would happen. I should have been nicer to you. I should have done something. Ashton, I'm sorry for steal both Mika and Chloe." He got quieter this time. "They really did love you and I can see why." At this he stood and took a few steps back giving Mark room to talk.
He seemed scared but stepped forward. "I don't want to drag this on, because even though I know your dead, you're still probably scolding me for getting off topic… which I'm doing right now." He stared into his eyes. "I can't believe you're gone. I let you down so much and I'm sorry. Now you're probably tired of hearing that too. Don't worry though, I can take your place. I'll watch out for everything. Just don't give up hope."
My turn great. I gulped loudly before I stepped up. Ashton's face was as pale as a ghost's. His eyes were closed and his looked so peaceful sitting there. When I went to talk though, my words shocked me. "I'm not sorry for anything." I grabbed his cold, clammy hand. "I'm happy I followed that vampire and that he bit me because then I would never have gotten closer to you. You helped me and you know what? I don't think that I could have even done this without you. Thank you Ashton-" I was crying now, chocking the words out with my voice straining, "but I can't handle life without you."
At that, I took off running, in the cemetery no less. My feet somehow just kept moving along. I heard Pence and Mark yell after me but by then I had tripped on my dress. I had run into a grave as well and my eyes caught sight of the nameplate. It read as follows:
Forever End Soon
Mika Leah Spencer,
Immortally A Princess, Ruler Of The Dead.
And at the bottom I saw the name that made my heart race.
My heart stopped. I crawled to the name and blinked multiple times. Mika Leah Spencer? No, but my last name is Spencer. Mika was a peasant that lived on the street, not a princess. She was NOT a Spencer. Because that would make her my-
"Chloe!" Pence's voice rang from behind and I didn't turn around to see how far he was.
"I just couldn't tell you." I turned this time to see Mark kneed down beside me.
"How did you-"
"Super speed." I started crying more. "She was your older sister. You know the rest of the story."
Pence came running from the left and stopped when he caught sight of the tombstone. "Princess I'm-"
"Save it." I was wailing now, rocking back and forth in my place. "I just lost my stepbrother and now I find that I also have a dead sister." I don't think that is how it came out, but it was pretty bad. "I can't do this anymore." And then it stopped. Everything faded away.
Pence and Mark stood and stared at each other both knowing what they had to do. Pence threw the fainted girl onto this shoulder with ease and grabbed his arm. "Freeze time first."
In one swift motion, all had stopped except for the two boys the small girl who was barely breathing. Pence and Mark both closed their eyes and in a second they were in her room. It hadn't been touch for weeks, but would soon be her only known home again.
Pence placed her on her bed and sighed. "This is it." Mark quickly examined her neck. "What are you doing?"
"She can't wake up tomorrow and have some weird bite on her neck. Especially, if you want her to forget." He pulled away but not before placing a quick kiss on her forehead. "Okay, go."
Pence placed her face in his hands and white light appeared around her. The light then spread to the whole room and then went dark. After about a minute he pulled away. "It's done." Mark nodded and took Pence's arm again using Ashton's chain to teleport out of the room.
The next morning Chloe Isabel Spencer would wake with a blank memory. She would have no knowledge of her being a princess or her stepbrothers for that matter. Her mother, who like her would have no memory of Ashton or Mark, would then cart her to the hospital and they would try to restore everything with no luck.
So the question is… Is it better to have love, pain, and fear or nothing at all?
Well that's it until the sequel. Forever ends soon. It takes place after Immortally A Princess, Ruler Of The Dead.
What would have happened if I never found out about the whole princess thing? It's exactly what I asked for, wasn't it? I'm eighteen years old and finally out of high school and living on my own. You know the normal life of a teen except for these powers. I don't know how it's possible because this sort of thing only happens in fairy tales right?
I also am going to start a series called 'My Roommate is a Vampire?' You can only guess what that is about.
IMPORTANT: By the way… I think I want to start a joint account on Fictionpress, so if you are interested talk to me!
Hope you liked everything you guys. And PLEASE don't steal my story ideas! I really think that it's great that it's good enough for someone to want to steal it, but it hurts that I wrote something and someone else gets credit.