TO LIGHT MY FIRE

TO LIGHT MY FIRE…

‘You were with him weren’t you?’

Clark stood against the blue tiled wall with a flask in his hand. He wore black leather pants and a white tank top that exposed his beautifully inked arms.

He must’ve already performed at his show because his eyes were outlined with black eyeliner.

‘Excuse me?’

He scrunched his face in irritation and kicked himself off the wall.

Derrick. Did you two run away together? Is that why you both have been missing in action?’

Every word he said he took a step closer to me until he had me sitting on the sink. He sat his flask beside us.

The spell James used must’ve not worked too well because Clark definitely knew I was gone.

‘That’s none of your business.’ I shook in nervousness and terror because of how close he was. I’m still traumatized from the last time we were like this. His blood red eyes were still in the back of my head

He sucked in a breath and parted my knees so he could stand in the middle of them.

‘Next time you’re with him, think of this moment. Me in between your thighs,’ one of his hands went to grip my waist.

‘Tasting you,’ he tilted my head as he left hot kisses on my neck and collarbone. I tried my best not to give in to him but my heavy breathing didn’t help the situation.

‘And you loving every second of it.’

Prologue

I remember playing in my backyard with my brother Parker when we were carefree kids.

Summer time was our moment to throw away our school books and arm ourselves with water guns.

The grill would be going with the smell of charred burgers, hot steaks, and Mom’s famous veggie kabobs. Parker and I would recklessly shoot each other with the shivering, cool water which was a gift from my family’s water hose. As neighbours pass, they would get in the way of our combat and feel the contact of our liquid bullets. They would often act surprised if they were hit when in reality they actually wanted to feel the frosty fluid on their burning skin.

Those people, no, those hypocrites would do it on purpose. Those hypocrites would purposely steal our gold bullets.

I on the other hand, walked in on an unwanted war. I walked into an unwanted bullet. However, the sadistic part about it, is that if it were possible for me to go back in time, I would eagerly.

Without a doubt.

Make the same mistake.

Repeatedly.

For them.

You don’t realize how much blood a person has until you’re lying in your own puddle. When the neighbours were shot, the only thing that came out of them was a sign of relief. Yet, I had a sigh of agony. Discomfort, Suffering.

The sun is setting, In the sky.

Let’s light the moon, And bring it high-

As I lie down, I breathe in times of three.

And, I feel the love, Come back to me.

Oh how I wish this silver bullet were a squirt of chilling water from Parker’s water gun.

The aching my ankle used to get when I scraped it on the sidewalk when I was younger is nothing compared to the throbbing in my stomach which was punched by ammunition. Real ammunition. Murdering ammunition.

If I had never kept opening my bedroom window for him.

Or letting my Dad kidnap me for the second time.

Or letting my brother back into my life.

Or braiding his hair.

Or smoked.

Or even accepting my powers.

NO!

I’m crying over these people getting hurt and could care less about my life slowly slipping away. And a piece of silver was all it took.

Maybe this was meant to be. I’ve lived, and I mean truly lived. I’ve experienced: friendship, a brother, a first kiss, a heart break, a family, and love.

And now death.

Isn’t this supposed to be how life goes? I couldn’t save them. I let them down when they put THEIR lives in my hands. I should just give up now before I fail at dying too.