Fear Of The Dark

"Again? Kirsty asked, her brow furrowing in a frown.

I sat there silent as I checked over Brian's hand, wincing slightly at the burn. It wasn't that bad now though, and I sighed looking up at Brian.

"I'm guessing werewolves heal fast or some crazy shit?" I said, pointing to his hand where now only a slight pink tinge was left that still caused him to jerk in slight pain if you poked it.

Brian gave out a chuckle and nodded. "Yeah sorry about that, but still," he smiled appreciatively at me then sat next to Kirsty on one of the sofas.

"Anyway, yes, he's attacked again. And literally ravaged the girl. They're trying to identify her, but he went a little sadistic with this one. We think it's because you haven't been sighted in a while, and he's pissed," Matt stated, shrugging as he sat back against the sofa.

"Poor girl," I whispered softly as I stared into the burning embers of the fireplace. Everyone nodded silently.

"So have you denied queer eye?" Johnny asked, grinning. Kirsty smirked and nodded. "Yes, he wasn't very pleased, but whatever," she muttered darkly, before smiling at me. My eyebrow rose in question of her.

"Sarah, can I talk to you?" She asked. I looked at her, her face blank of any expression and sighed, nodding as I stood up and followed her out the room, feeling the eyes of all the men on my back.

As I passed Zack, I couldn't help but give him a second glance, and a small smile, which resulted in his eyes widening slightly. Shaking my head softly, I smiled to myself as we walked towards Kirsty's room.

She opened the large oak door, and closed it once I walked through. Gesturing to the large bed in the centre of the room, we both sat on the edge, and I looked at her, my confusion radiating from me I could see.

"Okay, I didn't give everyone the full detail's downstairs, but you're my best friend so I have to tell you," she said, smiling at me. My eyebrows rose in question, evidently gesturing for her to continue with her speech, which she did so with no haste.

"Well, when we got there, my father wanted an explanation as to why I rejected crazy eye. Unfortunately I didn't have one. So suddenly Brian piped up with this amazing speech talking about how he'd be rich beyond belief when he inherited his father's fortune back in California, and how anyone from America knew of the Haner's."

I waited patiently; evidently there was some reasoning to this back-story she was giving me.

"Then he stated that he wanted my hand in marriage, that once they were done here they were heading back to California, and he wanted me to come with him and to be his wife. I was shocked to say the least, and my father accepted it without reason."

She paused, gaining her breath back and fidgeting slightly.

"God Sarah, he meant everything he said too, he told me so in the carriage! I'm getting married, to Brian," she whispered excitedly.

I forced a smile onto my face, looking happy for her. "Well congratulations then! I'm glad you've got the guy you wanted Kirsty, you deserve him," I whispered hugging her slightly, trying to stop my tears from rising.

"I'm sorry about this Sarah, I knew it would hurt you," she whispered sadly seeing my tears. I shook my head violently. "No, this is about you Kirsty. You're going to have fantastic little were-babies with Brian. I know you will, you deserve everything, getting your place back in society," I whispered to her. She smiled weakly, seeing the truth in my words but evidently not happy at how deeply this had hurt me.

"I just need some time alone to collect my thoughts okay? So I'm just going into my room for a while. But seriously, congratulations to both you and Brian," I said, smiling at her. She nodded and hugged me again, before letting me walk out the room to my own.

Reaching my own room, I opened the door and closed it behind me, before just leaning against the wood. Taking a deep breath, I tried to compose myself, but it didn't work.

A tear ran it's way down my face, and I closed my eyes tightly. I was being selfish, I was happy for Kirsty. But I couldn't help but feel like she'd unintentionally stabbed my heart with a knife.

Zack had promised me that he would marry me. And now look at us. Not talking because of words he'd said.

It was always words. Words could do more damage than any knife could do. Kirsty was going to California to live out her life being the wife of a hugely successful man. I wasn't with Zack anymore.

I had no reason to go with them; they had no reason to take me.

So I'd be forced to stay here, in dreary London. Move back home and continue my job as a secretary. I'd have to sit here, knowing that if only I'd looked past what Zack had said, and forgiven him, I could be in California with Kirsty.

How I hated myself, knowing that I'd thrown away a perfect life just because I'd gone over the top.

Picking myself up, I quickly ran out of my room and down the stairs, out into the street without anyone seeing me, or noticing me. I needed time to recover my thoughts, to realise that I was horrible.

Walking down the street slowly, I looked up, seeing the sky darkening in the East, and the sun setting in the West. Sighing softly, I carried on walking. The fact that there was a vampire out on the streets hell-bent on slaughtering me just to weaken the guys was far from my mind right now.

I was stupid. I was stupid because I was walking out here alone when night was drawing quickly; I was stupid because I hadn't listened to Zack's pleas.

I was selfish. I was selfish because I wanted so badly to be in Kirsty's position. For a moment, I sickeningly wanted something to happen so Kirsty couldn't get married. But even in my current state, I knew that I didn't want that. I didn't want Kirsty to be sad and upset like me.

After what seemed like forever, I looked up and saw the gas lamp burning brightly, and I spun around, seeing unfamiliar streets around me. I didn't recognise the street names, the streets, anything. I'd been too busy wallowing in my self-pity to realise I'd walked myself into unknown areas.

I walked forward a little, trying to find anyway to realise where I was. But it was futile, and panic ran through my stomach as I looked into the darkness and realised that I was truly lost.

Shuffling up against the wall, I watched around me, not daring to move. I wished I'd realised what I was doing earlier. The panic in my stomach was now streaming through my body, my mind not working properly. And amidst it all, even though I knew for once he couldn't hear me and come save me, I whimpered out his name anyway.

"Zack"