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Nighthanger

Summary:
Okay guys, here's me doing my bit for the world of literature, for better or for worse! Elise, a confused, love struck typical teen has plenty to deal with when her world has been turned upside down, inside out and round in circles. Will she be abel to pull through at the end? Or will it all fall helplessly through? If it does, how will she be left?


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7. It all comes out, for better or for worse.

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I took in Marcus for the first time. Tall, dark skinned and by the looks of it, a bit of a gym addict. Typical, a save-the-world-in-a-glance type hero, just so happened to be male, and very fit. But not a patch on Edward, I reflected.

“To understand all that I am about to say, you need a totally open mind.”

Oh, he’s talking again, what was that? Something about not loosing my mind. It’s a bit late for that isn’t it? Oh, totally open mind! I see.

“Open as a book.”

Marcus shot me a despairing look, and I apologised, sinking back into the chair.

“What colour smoke did Lorenzo leave when he… disappeared?”

“Purple. Why?”

At least I think it was purple, it was orange in my dream. But that was only a dream, right? Marcus sank to the floor beside me.

“Lorenzo, he was our last hope in this matter.”

“What matter? And what do you mean, was?”

What matter exactly? I found the love of my life, and he’s just disappeared, possibly because I killed him by breaking his heart and THIS GUY has the cheek to turn up here, telling ME to keep an open mind, when my whole world is ending.

“That is not for you to know. And Lorenzo… was very unique. There was a glitch in his genes. Something different happened when eh was turned. A change. He became a vampire, however kept the emotions of a Human, with all the senses taken from Human life, taken into his new one, and intensified. “

“Is that bad? Glitches can be good, right?”

“Well… life was very hard for him. Certain Vampires acquire powers, for example mine is to see relationships. There are other Vampires, in other Covens, such as the Cullen one, where Edward can read minds, Alice can see the future. Jasper Hale can control emotions, feel what other people are feeling. And as for Lorenzo… For better or for worse he could use his emotions to build up a wall. He covers himself, freezes himself in that space in time, whilst the rest of the world around him carries on, until he can find peace, or sorts the emotions out. Sometimes it is not up to him, they are not his emotions, and they build up on top of him because they are those of someone he cares about. Although Lorenzo had always stayed passive, rejected any emotions that may cause him to boil over and freeze, recently since he had been with you, it became harder and harder for him to control them. He cared for you, and so your emotions transferred directly to him, and he felt exactly what you felt.”

I couldn’t believe what he was telling me. Lorenzo felt how I felt, through me, yet he still insisted that I didn’t love him?

“The purple smoke?”

“The smoke reflects the mood that caused him to slip into that state.”

“For how long? And did I really cause it?”

“Undoubtedly yes, you did. And well… We’ve never seen purple before. But there’s a trend. There is a chance. There is a chance he may never come out of it.”

I threw myself out of my chair, screaming at Marcus. How dare he come in here, uninvited, and start throwing around accusations that I am the problem? That he start telling me my life is over, Lorenzo is gone forever in such a casual way?!

“SO HE’S FROZEN ON MY BEDROOM FLOOR, FOREVER? Is that what you’re telling me? GONE?

“No, not quite. He’s frozen to the person, not the place. Where you go, he goes.”

I could feel the tears welling in my eyes.

“That makes it a whole lot better does it?” I whispered.

How could I have done this to him? The man I love? How could I have cursed him with such a miserable eternity?

“Is there anyway I can save him? Help him come back?”

My voice broke. I couldn’t stop it. The tears ran down my cheeks, my eyes went red and swollen. I cried because I realised what I had done, what I had caused. How I had ignored his warnings-that I should have stopped. But I carried on, I didn’t stop, I didn’t listen. I cried because I realised he wasn’t coming back, he couldn’t come back. Because of me. Marcus let me cry, let me wallow in self pity and pain until finally when my tears had run dry, and my throat, horse from sobbing, had fallen silent, Marcus rose, and with a nod of his head, vanished out of the window, leaving me alone, confused and lost.