My Golden Opportunity

Chapter 4

 

 

Chris PoV

 

“Ugh!” I grunted tearing off a dark green shirt. It was actually the third shirt I had tried on. I had turned into a teenage girl. God, what was happening to me? I hadn’t been this nervous for anything in a long time. I really like this girl. I feel like we have such a connection, even though I don’t know her that well. Completely different than things were with Makayla. In a good way.

 

I began to think of the relationship I ended 6 days ago as I looked through my dresser again in an attempt to find a decent shirt to wear. Makayla and I had known each other for a year before we started dating. We had known nearly everything about each other before we started dating. And then there was the publicity. That was big; she handled the publicity so well. Flawlessly even. I know it has to be hard, dating the singer of a band, but she didn’t make it seem difficult. I could take her anywhere.

 

She dealt with the breakup surprisingly well. She didn’t yell. She didn’t scream. She was calm. All she did was ask why. I remembered her pleading brown eyes as I tried to find words to explain. How could I possibly explain something to her I couldn’t explain to myself? Somehow, I found a way. I told her what I was feeling, that things didn’t feel as good as they could be. Like we just didn’t belong anymore. She seemed like she understood and agreed. She let me go. I was grateful for the peaceful farewell. It was good closure.

 

I pulled a navy blue t-shirt over my head and looked in the mirror. “Good,” I said to myself and went looking for my wallet. I grabbed everything I needed and walked out the door to my car. Then, I drove to where I’d meet Stephanie. This car couldn’t get me there fast enough.

 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

 

I had gotten there fifteen minutes early on purpose. I got a table for two sitting outside. It was a gorgeous day out. Now I’m just sitting and waiting for her.

 

Ten minutes later I see her turn the corner. Once again, I was stunned by her incredible beauty. Her hair blew slightly in the breeze, making her even more beautiful than before. She had long hair. It was light brown, with blonde highlights from the sun. It was so natural and perfect. She had on a navy blue sundress with a funky pattern on it that she pulled off wonderfully. It took me a minute to realize we matched. I laughed at this. She approached the restaurant now. I stood up so she would see me, her beautiful brown eyes, my favorite feature about her, danced when they met mine.

 

“Chris!” She said my name with the biggest smile on her face. My heart fluttered.

 

“Stephanie,” I greeted her, “You look absolutely beautiful! Really. I’m in awe.” She blushed and I smiled a little.

 

“Thank you so much! You look incredible yourself!” She returned the complement, meaning it.

 

“Please, sit down.” I helped her into her seat.

 

“Thank you.” She responded. I took my seat. Shit now what do I say? Thankfully I was saved by our waitress. We ordered our drinks and she left us.

 

“Tell me about yourself Stephanie,” I half asked. She looked up curiously.

 

“What do you wanna know?” She raised an eyebrow.

 

“Everything and anything you’ll tell me. I just want to get to know you. I feel like I do know you, but let’s make sure of that?” I flashed a smile. “How about you tell me something about you and I’ll tell you something about me?” I hope that works. I’m dying to know her. To talk to her for more than fifteen minutes.

 

“Sounds great. Well, I have an older sister and I work for an architecture firm,” she began.

 

“Oh really? What’s that like?” I asked curious.

 

“Having an older sister or working for an architecture firm?” She laughed.

 

“Well I know what sisters are like, but tell me about your job.”

 

“Do I detect some hostility for your sisters?” She teased. I smiled. “Well, its very busy. But I love it. Its what I’ve always wanted to do. I couldn’t imagine ever doing anything else.” The passion in her voice surprised me, but it was amazing. “Your turn,” She said before taking a sip of her drink.

 

“To talk about my sisters or my job?” I joked. “Well, I couldn’t imagine doing anything else either. I’ve always wanted to be a musician. And now I’m in a band with my 4 best mates. It’s incredible. And we do ok.”

 

“You do more than ok.” She gave me a stern look. I smiled. We had talked about the band thing yesterday. While walking around the grocery store. I had warned her, of those damn paps. I told her they follow me, and that I understand completely if she changed her mind because she didn’t want to put up with the fame. I sure as hell don’t want to put up with it. But I was glad to see her shocked look in response. She still wanted to go out with me. I was relieved. We had talked a little more about the band. I guess in a way I was kind of explaining things…. “What do hate most about it?” The question brought me out of my trance.

 

“Fame. Dealing with it all.” She frowned, no doubt remembering our conversation yesterday.

 

“It must be really tough. I’m sorry Chris.” She took my hand.

 

“It has its benefits.” I smiled. “What do you hate most about your job?” She thought for a moment before answering.

 

“The work load.”

 

We went back and forth like this the entire time, sharing our life stories. I learned so much about her, but I wanted to know more. After I paid the bill we both got up, unsure of what to do next. I wasn’t about to let this end.

 

“Want to take a walk?”

 

“I’d love that,” she answered, smiling, her eyes big. Boldly I took her hand and lead her down the street. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her trying to hide a smile. I told her of the first time I was in New York, and how I tripped when I took the first step onto the street. This made her laugh. She had a beautiful laugh. I couldn’t get enough of it. I kept telling stories that would make her laugh. I was so happy, just to see that smile on her face and hear her laugh.

 

We walked around the city for a half hour, and coincidentally ended up right where I parked my car.

 

“Where do you live?” I asked.

 

“A few blocks down that way, I walked.” She almost looked sad acknowledging that.

 

“Can I drive you home?” Why do I feel so pathetic?

 

“I’d like that!” We were both happy to have more time together. We got in and I drove Stephanie home based on the directions she gave me. She really did live close. I pulled up in front of her apartment building and got out to go open her door. This pleased her. I loved how simple things like that made her happy. I walked her to the door.

 

“Thank you for lunch Chris. I had an amazing time! Really.”

 

“I’m glad. I had an incredible time too. Let’s do this again soon?” I prayed she said yes. She nodded. That’s a yes. I smiled. “I’ll call you. Bye Stephanie.” And with that I stroked her gorgeous hair with my hand, starred at those beautiful brown eyes, then I leaned in.

 

 

cliff hanger! :P

 

YAY!!! IT'S GREAT!!!

 

MORE! :whip::nice::heart:!!!

L I B E R A T I O N

CHAPTER 2 :o

 

 

 

The first thing I was aware of upon waking was beeping. It was slow, steady, and I recognized it vaguely. It had to be a heart monitor. That was the only thing that made a sound like that. I tried to open my eyes, but I found I was too tired to do so. Then I noticed something else... It was like an animal, biting and clawing at its cage, which was barely strong enough to hold it. Pain. I heard the beeping increase.

 

“Hey...hey. I think he’s waking up.” That was definitely Will. “Guy? Mate, come on...wake up.” I felt him run a hand gently over my forehead, and I winced. He pulled it back, or at least the pressure vanished. “Guy?”

 

“Will?” I finally managed to open my eyes somewhat. Light assaulted my vision, but eventually it cleared to reveal shapes. Will hovered over me, and when I finally focused on his face, his dark eyes lit up and he smiled, true relief written on his features. But there was something else there. It looked like a combination of fear and hopelessness. “Where...what happened?” I asked, trying to force my mind to form coherent thoughts.

 

“Christ...” he whispered, his hands moving to my chest. “Take it easy.”

 

“What...happened?” I demanded again, pushing myself up on my elbows. “Will?” My voice sounded desperate and weak.

 

He hesitated. “You were in a crash. According to the witnesses, you swerved to avoid a girl who ran out onto the street.” I swallowed thickly. I did remember that: the flash of a strawberry red dress and blond hair illuminated in the headlights.

 

I also remembered Jonny grabbing my shoulder, yelling my name. That’s when I had seen her and jerked the wheel hard to the right, pressing hard on the brakes. I remembered a flash of darkness, then nothing more. I blinked up at Will, who had been joined by a nurse. “What about Jonny?” I asked, my throat tight with fear.

 

Will’s face twisted oddly. “He...”

 

“WILL!” My friend winced slightly at the volume of my cry.

 

“He’s...in a coma.” he whispered. I was silent, trying to absorb what he’d just told me.

 

“What’s...what’s wrong with him?” I whispered, my arms beginning to shake under my weight. I leaned back into the cushions, gasping in pain. “What happened?”

 

Will shook his head. “They’re not sure yet. He has...‘serious internal injuries’.” His voice was audibly bitter.

 

“Were any other people...?”

 

“No, no one else was hurt.”

 

“And me?” I asked, not really caring if I’d died on the spot.

 

Will looked carefully at me, as if afraid of telling me something. “You have a concussion, a bad gash on your arm...which is probably gonna start bleeding again...and some pretty nasty bruising on your legs and chest. That’s it. They said you were lucky.” He tried to smile at me, but I stared at him with such a look of horror that he couldn’t manage it.

 

“Why...why Jonny and not me?” I asked him. As if he actually had the answer.

 

“Guy...I don’t...”

 

“This is my fault.” I whispered, my mind floating through all the dismal possibilities. “I wasn’t paying attention...he had to warn me...”

 

“No.” he said, his voice cracking slightly. “Stop.” I looked up into his eyes, terrified to find them red. He reached forward, carefully avoiding my left arm. I flinched away from his touch, too overcome with shock to handle the closeness of another person. He leaned away, blinking back tears. “I’m sorry.”

 

“I have to see him.” I said, forcing air into my lungs to speak. Shit, that hurt. Will looked back at the nurse, who came forward like a dog being acknowledged.

 

“He can move...as long as someone goes with him.” she told Will. “And only as long as he doesn’t aggravate his injuries.” I glared at her, bristling. What injures? I wasn’t the one injured. Will touched my leg comfortingly, sensing my anger.

 

“I’ll go.” He looked at me as if asking if that was alright. I nodded absently, my thoughts focused completely on what I’d done. I’d killed Jonny. Chris’s best friend. My ‘band soul mate’. It was my fucking fault. I bit my lip as I looked down at myself. I was dressed in a hospital gown. Will followed my gaze, and I heard him apologize for it. “They had to cut off your clothes.”

 

I shrugged, and then regretted it instantly because of the pain it caused. “Can you take me now?” I asked weakly. “Do I have boxers on?” I added on a second thought.

 

He nodded slowly and stood up, motioning for the nurse. But when she moved forward, I shrank away from her, pressing myself into Will’s side. He shifted against me, and I saw her move away. “Just do what feels okay for you.” he told me gently. “I’m not gonna pull you up, you have to stand.” I swallowed, trembling slightly as I wrapped my good arm around Will’s back. For the first time, I realized where I’d been hurt. My ribs were wrapped loosely, and I could feel the pain blossoming through my chest as I pushed my bare feet to the cold tiled floor. “Easy...” said Will slowly, helping me to stand straight. “Here.” He grabbed something off the chair near the bed: my sweatpants. In a few painstaking and downright humiliating minutes, he helped me struggle into them. I breathed heavily, sweat dotting my pale skin. Without him holding onto me, I would have been on the floor by then.

 

“I’m s-sorry...”

 

“It’s okay.” he whispered.

 

But I knew that nothing was.

 

 

*absorbs every written word* Oh god your story is so flippin' amazing :dead:

*absorbs every written word* Oh god your story is so flippin' amazing :dead:

 

You need to get going on your story! :whip:

 

Next part of 'A Warning Sign', hope you guys enjoy! New chapter tomorrow night probably :)

 

Previous Chapters: Chapters 1-4, 5, 6, 7, 8

 

 

 

 

 

A Warning Sign

 

Chapter Nine: Part One

 

 

 

May – Burbank, California: April

 

“Okay, so we’ve been working on trying to break this episode for three days, and it’s going absolutely nowhere…” I say pouring myself another cup of coffee and sitting back down at the table. “We need a new approach, Damon” I lean back in my chair, stretching my arms above my head and trying, yet failing miserably, not to yawn.

 

The writer’s room is practically abandoned except for myself, Damon and an intern who’s been typing out ideas as we brainstorm.

 

“This is probably the worst possible time for Gregg to not be here; I mean this is the final stretch y’know? This is the pinnacle of where the show’s leading to, the last few episodes of the season and it has to be fantastic. If we have to scrap everything and start over we will.” He removes his thick black-rimmed glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

 

“Maybe starting clean is the best way then…what did we do the last time this happened?” I glance quickly at Olivia, Damon’s writing assistant and can tell she’s fading fast. Her eyes are almost completely closed as she slouches in her chair sleepily.

 

Giving Damon a nod in her direction he turns to look at her and smiles broadly.

 

“Liv” he reaches over to shake her shoulder lightly, causing her to snap awake and glance frantically around the room.

 

“Oh my God, I am so, so sorry you guys, I’m just so exhausted, I’ve been here since 5 am.” she says, utterly embarrassed.

 

“Olivia, it’s fine, go home. Get some rest, and don’t come in until after 9 tomorrow, okay?” Damon closes the screen to Liv’s laptop and grabs her coat from the coat rack in the corner of the room.

 

“So, what time tomorrow?” he asks, helping her into her coat.

 

“After nine.” She says nodding her head, looking relieved.

 

“Good, now get out of here” he says smiling.

 

“Thank you, see you tomorrow. Have a good night Ms. Rhodes., Mr. Lindelof.”

 

“Goodnight Olivia” I say grinning. She shuffles out of the room and closes the door behind her.

 

“She’s adorable. When did you hire her?” I ask once I’m sure she’s out of earshot as I pull my computer from my bag and power it up.

 

“Well I needed someone to replace Mark. She just graduated from Brown and came highly recommended from a friend of mine who’s a professor there.” He says refilling his mug with hot water and soaking his third tea bag for the day.

 

“Ooh, fancy.” I say wiggling my eyebrows. He rolls his eyes as if to say, ‘don’t even go there’.

 

“What? She’s hot, it’s okay if you like her.” I smirk behind my coffee cup and hear him sigh loudly.

 

“Our relationship is strictly professional, besides she’s 22….” He trails off.

 

“And? I started dating Jon when I was 22 and he was 28. Exact same situation” I tell him while I open a new Word document to begin typing.

 

“Yeah, well you and him didn’t have to work together.” He says matter of factly.

 

“Fine, whatever. Don’t get laid. But if I have to read one more scene with unnecessary pent up sexual tension I’m going to scream.” I say, only half joking.

 

“Oh, so now you’re attacking my writing too?” he says in mock anger and I shrug throwing my hands up.

 

“I tell it like it is, sorry,”

 

“No it’s fine, go ahead, the critics think this season’s been shit so by all means – ”

 

“It has not, who cares what the critics think – they’ve got nothing better to do…the fans enjoy it that’s what matters.”

 

“The studio cares…” he says trailing off.

 

We’re silent for a few moments, neither on of us knowing what to do next. The script has come to a complete stand still in some places and characters storylines were left hanging in mid air, our protagonists waiting in limbo. The episode we just finished is littered with loose ends and the studio’s president wasn’t happy with any of the rewrites we had attempted.

 

“What are we doing here April? It shouldn’t be this hard…should it?” he says, serious now.

 

“We’re a great writing team, we just haven’t done it in a while. We have to dust off the cobwebs and dig in.” I try to reassure him.

 

“I know, you’re right. I’m just sick of looking at this room I think. I feel like I’m going out of my mind.” He rubs his temples vigorously.

 

“Let’s break for the day then. Neither one of us is going to get anything done today.” I say feeling defeated.

 

“You’ve been so distracted all day. What’s going on with you?” he says finally, I had wondered when he would ask me what was up. At least he waited until we were alone.

 

“It’s nothing, I’m fine. Really.” I try to stress the fact that I don’t want to talk about it.

 

“Well that’s not suspect. Emphasizing the ‘really’ and all.” He says sarcastically.

 

“Nope.” I shake my head to let him no that this conversation wasn’t happening, “No, Damon. It’s not up for discussion.” I stare down at my fingers, fidgeting under his gaze.

 

Jonny had left yesterday morning and I still felt horrible for not seeing him off. All I could think about was if I had blown things out of proportion or not. I shouldn’t have given him such a hard time about what he had said. It was a harmless comment but for some reason it stung to hear him joke about something that I took very seriously.

 

“Okay.” He says simply.

 

“That’s it?” I ask, shocked. “You’re not going to try to pry it out of me like you normally would? I am very impressed, it’s almost like you’re growing as a person. I think I might be somewhat…proud?” I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. Damon would usually not let me off that easily.

 

“You’ll talk about it when you’re ready. And when you are… I’ll be here to listen.” he says sincerely.

 

I nod silently, finding myself speechless for a moment. Damon has always been something like an older brother to me but mostly because we argued and bickered like siblings. Here was showing he actually cared and it was almost comforting.

 

“So, until tomorrow…” He says grabbing his coat and car keys and handing me mine as well.

 

“Yeah, tomorrow.” I say smiling.

 

I walk to my car and wonder if Jon will call me tonight. Yesterday he hadn’t made an attempt and I had to find out from Guy if his plane had made it there safe and sound. I felt a responsibility to fix things between us, to give it one more try to make him see what a future together could be like.

 

Next week I’d be finished with work and I’d have enough time to fly out to London to spend some time with him before the next tour leg started up. Cook him dinner, buy a bottle of his favorite wine and surprise him. At least nobody could say I wasn’t trying.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Nine: Part Two

 

 

 

May – The Bakery, London: Jonny

 

“Pay attention Jon, that’s the third time you’ve messed up your timing,” Guy grumbles crossly, running a hand through his hair.

 

“Sorry, I’m just tired” I say, forcing a yawn, not wanting to admit that I was distracted.

 

“We’re done then, you’re no good to us half asleep,” Brian says from inside the sound booth, flipping the lights off as he does, leaving little ground for argument.

 

Guy raises an eyebrow at me as if to say ‘see what you did?’ And I let out a frustrated sigh.

 

“The point of not having Chris here is so that we could get some real work done lads, I’ll expect more from you tomorrow” Brian says shutting the door to the sound booth, making his way across the small recording room where Will, Guy and I are still standing with our instruments.

 

Brian leaves the room without waiting for our response, none of the usual ‘goodnight’ or ‘good job’. No one makes a sound until we hear the front door close behind him, an awkward feeling left hanging in the air.

 

I knew I’d fucked up big time today but I couldn’t focus with the conversation that April and I had had running through my head. I still hadn’t spoken to her and it had been three days.

 

“Every day can’t be a good day,” Miller says, stretching and causing his large glasses to droop on his nose.

 

“Yeah, well, who’s up for some drinks?” Guy asks placing his bass on its stand.

 

“I’ve got to get home, what time is it?” Will stands from his drum kit and pulls his mobile out of his pocket.

 

“Shit, I have two missed calls. Marianne’s freaking out because my dad and step mum are visiting tomorrow and she doesn’t know what to cook.” He half grins and puts away his drumsticks, before patting Miller on the back and thanking him for putting up with us today.

 

“Nah, I figure I’ll have a lovely bonus by the time Christmas rolls around,” he and Will exit the room leaving Guy and I alone. Guy texts quietly on his iPhone and I hang my guitar on it’s stand, contemplating Guy’s offer for drinks.

 

“You still up for going out then?” I ask him.

 

“Of course. After the crap day we’ve had? You owe me a drink…or three,” he heads for the door and I follow him upstairs to turn off the lights, my eyes catching the time on the small clock in the corner.

 

10:30 PM

 

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket, seeing that it’s April I answer it, uncertain of how the conversation might go.

 

“Hello?” I say, switching the lamp off in the far corner of the room, art supplies scattered haphazardly across the table where Vicki had been painting one of Guy’s basses that afternoon.

 

“Hey, I hope I’m not interrupting anything important.” She says, and her voice is comforting after the stress of the long day.

 

“No, we’re done early. I’m in bed actually, watching a rerun of The Wire” I don’t know why I lie, but the words flow past my lips like an old habit. I hear Guy snort with laughter and I glare at him to shut up.

 

“Oh, sorry, I thought you’d still be in the studio, did I wake you up?” she’s apologetic and I’m hit with a wave of guilt.

 

I knew if I told her I was going out with Guy she’d worry about what time I’d be home and tell me she didn’t think it was a good idea with work in the morning and with tensions already high I didn’t want to argue.

 

“I wasn’t sleeping, nodding off maybe, it’s hard to sleep without you here.” I tell her. At least the last part was true.

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean” she says softly.

 

“You coming or not?” Guy whispers, jingling his keys in his hand. I mute the phone before replying.

 

“Go on downstairs without me, I’ll only be a minute” I tell him and he turns to leave, humming softly to himself. I wait until I see head disappear around the bend of the staircase before un-muting the phone.

 

“You there?” I hear her ask.

 

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry – I can’t seem to keep my eyes open.”

 

“You should get some sleep, Brian hates it when you’re tired” I smile at how right she can be sometimes, it makes me hate the fact that we haven’t had a real conversation in days, even more.

 

“I know, you’re right, I should get to bed,” I say.

 

“I love you and I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Jon.”

 

“Love you,” I say back and wait until she hangs up before placing the phone back in my pocket and heading downstairs, flicking the light on the staircase off as I go.

 

After I lock up I head to my car and see Guy’s already idling in the tiny driveway, the headlights nearly blinding me.

 

“Hey”, he rolls down the passenger window and calls to me.

 

“I’ve invited a friend, he might bring a few people with him, that alright?” he asks lowering his music so he can hear my response.

 

“Yeah sure, whatever. I’ll just follow you okay?” I knew that if he invited people I didn’t get on with I’d want to be out of there as soon as possible.

 

“You sure? You won’t be able to get too pissed then, safety first and all that.” He smirks at me through the darkness, the orange light from the dash illuminating his face.

 

“I’ll be fine, I’ll get a cab if it gets out of hand” I grin back before knocking twice on the hood of the car, continuing on down the driveway to my car parked on the street.

 

 

 

Exciting! :D I can't wait to see what happens.

i just read liberation!! :o!!

 

great job, kyra!! can't wait for more!! :D!!

The Vampire Part one Hope you like it!

 

 

 

As I run from the stage, it was another exciting evening. I gather my duffle bag, say my Thank-You's and good-byes to my band mates and crew, and head out the door to my awaiting car. My driver is a young beautiful brunette, too bad she is over 200 years old.

You see, she was the woman who turned me 10 years ago. Long story short, she was what I considered a groupie who I took back to my hotel room for a bit of sex, little did I know, she would change me forever.

 

She asked me when I got in if I was hungry, I nodded "Yes" and off we drove. She pulled into an empty parking lot, not far from the venue and I hopped out and into the front seat. I leaned in for a smell, she smelled so sweet, I kissed her neck and I sunk my teeth into her and fed. Being a Vamp I have had to learn the ways of the undying, for I have finally come to terms with the thought I shall live forever, unless I could find someone to drive a stake into my heart.

 

I have only fed on my master. I have never bit anyone yet, I was in training for that day, that day was drawing near. I have someone that I have been close to for many years, God I want to share this miserable life of secreacy with someone, is this person as miserable with their human life as I am with my vamp life? This person that I am speaking of is someone who appears to be uncontent with their present life, and hasn't been happy for years, like this person is seeking something else with their life. We both are single, no children, I feel this is the person for me, and I for him.....

 

 

 

Part 2

 

 

 

My life over the past 10 years, well, Jonny, Guy and Will have been very supportive with me changing things up. I told them I needed to record and write at night. My creative juices didn't seem to flow during the day, so I wanted to change things up and meet and rehearse at night. They agreed, because the creative flow was the best anyone has ever seen or heard in the last 3 years. We have become the biggest band in the world now, that's probably due to my newfound life and the creativity and energy I have, well not to brag on myself, my buddies are excellent musicians as well.

 

Sex with my master, the sense of smell, the ability to hear, are all heightened. I do miss chocolate tho, it tastes so bad now it makes me sick to even whif it.

 

I arrive at my hotel around 3am, took a shower, sat on the bed and wrote until I noticed the sun was starting to come up. How I missed the sun and especially surfing, I have tried night surfing and thats pretty cool. I climb into bed, tons of covers over my head. This is how it' was every fucking day. My friends think I have mental problems, if that was only the case, I could seek out help. I don't do interviews, unless they are pre-concert ones, I am absent to all BBQ's and outings during the day, but this newfounded life seems to have catapolted us to be this massive band, that no other bands can touch.

 

Like clockwork it's 7pm, showtime in 2 1/2 hours. Jonny has been my alarm clock for the last 3 years. He is always worried about me, but never questions my life. I wish he would. I want him to be closer to me in way's he just couldn't accept, at least that's what I am led to believe. I open the door and he walks in, he is so handsome and so good to me, I love him so very much. It's dark and he know's not to put the light on until he knows I am awake and that my eyes have adjusted. I flip on the bathroom light which dimly lights the rest of the room. Jonny has his back to me and I feel my fangs growing a bit. I must have him, but I can't do this to him. As Jonny plops down onto the couch..

 

Jonny: Chris, I hate my life.

Chris:What?? You hate your Life?

Jonny shaking his head, " I don't know, somethings missing, I'm not happy, I almost ended it last night."

Chris: Jonny Boy, I feel ashamed not knowing this. I wish we had more time together.

Jonny: Me too, I want you to come with me tomorrow and do lunch and talk about something.

 

Now i am feeling sickness in my stomach, knowing I can't be there for him.

Chris: How about after the show tonight?

Jonny jumps up

Jonny: Forget it, I knew you would say that, God damn, Chris, all you ever think about is yourself and what YOU want to do.

Door slams............

 

 

 

Part 3

 

 

I am left to gather my things And head down to the awaiting car. I can't cry, there are no tears, my fangs grow and I explode into the living area, smashing a lamp, throwing things into the walls, I hate myself, I hate what I've become, I hate that all I ever do is upset and hurt people.

 

The last hour before the sun goes down is tricky for me. I must leave the hotel in long sleeves, a hoodie, and dark sunglasses, and hurry from the door to the car. The evening sun can be excruciating, the pain is unbearable. I arrive at the venue and everyones in a great mood, except Jonny. I find him smoking a cig, and drinking a beer in a small room alone. As i peek thru the door and knock he looks up, his eyes are sad and red.

 

Jonny: Chris, I'm sorry for I said, I know your busy and all, and I shouldn't of asked you to meet tomorrow.

 

I sit down across from him and put my hand on his knee, I explained I have so many things to tell him, but that he would hate me and never look at me the same again.

 

Jonny told me that what he had to say to me would be just as weird, and would be better left unsaid, cause it would never happen.

I asked what would never happen? He replied" My feelings for you."

 

Chris: For Me???? As I jumped out of my seat. Jonny, visable embarrased say's "See i knew you would react that way, that's why I should have just kept that to myself."

 

Chris: No, I'm glad you told me, I just, well, I, I,.....

Matt the roadie knocks on the door and shout's "Showtime Boy's", Jonny pushes past me and said "Just forget it, Chris."

 

 

 

part 4

 

 

 

The show went great, better than the night before. Jonny, Will, and Guy, we were in rare form. As we took our bows, I patted Jonny on the back and mouthed " Good Job" as we exit, we all seem to be caught up in the moment and people are pulling us this way and that, way, I lose sight of Jonny, and when the crowd clears, he's gone.

 

I get my things, and tell my master to just drive to the hotel that I didn't need to feed yet. As we approch the hotel, fans are waiting for autographs and pics, I stopped to do this, and asked if Jonny has been thru yet, and they said he had, but didn't sign anything. I thought that wasn't like him so I finished and said thank-You and bolted off towards the stairs. I sprinted up 5 flights of stairs with ease. I got to Jonny's room and started banging on it. No answer. I was calling his name, but no response. My fangs were growing in frustration, and the unbridled strength caused me to kick the door in, I looked around and he was nowhere, I ran to the bathroom, where I heard the shower. I yelled J, but no answer............

 

 

part 5

 

 

As I threw back the shower curtin, Jonny was lying in the tub, water beating down on him, and I noticed the unthinkable. he had a razor blade in one hand and his wrist was slit. I screamed "No J, No." I reached down and pulled him out of the tub and layed him on the floor. He still had a pulse, but he had lost so much blood. I could save him, but that was not my choice to turn him, it was his.

 

"J" I said, slapping his face, "J, wake up, please J." So he managed to slightly open his eyes, he muttered, "I'm sorry, Chris." "J" I shouted, "Please, stay with me." he was fading fast.... I said to him, " J, I can save you, we can be together for eternity, just say you want too."

 

Jonny managed to say "it's too late now."

Chris: " I love you, J."

Jonny: "I love you too." his eyes closed

 

Thats all I needed to hear, I thought, As I held his body close to mine, I drew his neck to me, I shouted out "Please forgive me", and with one swift move I sank my teeth into his neck, Jonny's eyes opened and shut, his body shook, as I finished, I could see his wound on his wrist fade as if nothing had happened. I layed there for 2 hours holding him and then he gasped for air and his eyes were wide open, I bit my arm and drew blood and I told him he needed to drink my blood. His lips parted slightly, as I dripped blood into his mouth.

I carried him to the bed where we both slept in each others arms until the next evening.

 

 

 

Part 6 Final

 

 

It's been 6 years now and Jonny and I are together and strong. Our secret has stayed a secret, well for 2 exceptions, Jonny has adapted to this way of life with me, fairly easily.

About 3 years ago we asked Will and Guy to travel the Red-Eye with us to a location to scope out something for a new album, that is where we sat and disscussed our story with them.

They thought it was a joke and laughed us off... Until the fangs came out..........

 

The End.....

 

 

:stunned:

 

I LOVE THESE FANFICS!

 

more please! :D

Whoa...Coldplay meets Twilight/Lestat/Dracula/Queen of the Damned/That movie with Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt!

 

Vampires! RAWR. :vampire:

 

Edit: Wait a second...they don't eat Will and Guy, do they? :uhoh2:

LOL, well the story kinda left it hanging, like maybe a sequel could come from it.

I was in a weird mood when i wrote this, LOL.

 

I absolutly love all the fanfics I have been reading, it's like there was a RUSH OF BLOOD to everyones head the last couple of days:D

Whoa...Coldplay meets Twilight/Lestat/Dracula/Queen of the Damned/That movie with Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt!

 

Vampires! RAWR. :vampire:

 

:laugh3:

omg we have a vampire smilie?

:lol: that's so cool, great fic MartinFan!

 

 

Coldplay:

:vampire: :vampire: :vampire: :vampire:

:lol:RAWR!!that story was really good!!:clap:more please!!:D

 

 

edit:have you guys read Thalia's story??its really good to and pervy:D

:lol:RAWR!!that story was really good!!:clap:more please!!:D

 

 

edit:have you guys read Thalia's story??its really good to and pervy:D

 

Are you talking about the Chris/Guy one? :thinking:

:smug:yes,yes I am,did you like it?

:thinking:

Yes, I enjoyed reading it. :lol:

:curtain: ^ Oh yes I remember that one, it was very good :wink3:

:wink3::sneaky:it was very very enjoyable to read:lol:

that hidey smiley's so cute:D

:sweatdrop:

 

I love how Thalia captures Guy in her fanfics.

^ I agree. :nice:

 

You write Guy very well too Kyra! Which reminds me...more Liberation!!!:cheesy:

:sweatdrop:and how she describes every detail:bomb::wink3:

^ I agree. :nice:

 

You write Guy very well too Kyra! Which reminds me...more Liberation!!!:cheesy:

 

yea!!!!you have to finish your story:bomb:please!!!:bigcry:

Where's Thalia's??? Lead me to it:D And I am glad ya all enjoyed it, thank-You!!!

hold on I'll find the link:D:Dtell us what you think about it after you read it:Dyou'll love it

FOUND IT!!!:wink3:

http://www.coldplaying.com/forum/sho...1&postcount=40

^ I agree. :nice:

 

You write Guy very well too Kyra! Which reminds me...more Liberation!!!:cheesy:

 

You want more liberation?

All right...we'll storm the barricades together! *picks up revolutionary flag* Down with the king! :P

 

 

 

L I B E R A T I O N

CHAPTER 3 (The one that might make you cry...maybe)

 

 

My breath caught in my throat as I saw him. His face was pale, and tubes came out of his body like worms. I was shaking so badly that Will tightened his hold on my shoulders. Jonny appeared lifeless; he really did. Unable to look at him for a moment, I turned my gaze to the rest of the stark, white room. Chris sat in the corner, his tall outline tense.

 

He stared ahead, his eyes glazed and unfocused. His mind had shut down on him; I could tell. But I knew everything would catch up with him in a few hours (maybe days) and everything would crash down on him. He didn’t move to come up to us, but Will moved unconsciously closer to his chair. I felt horrible for Chris; Jonny was his closest friend. It was torture to see him so horribly subdued. It was the same with Will, although he hid it better than Chris. And me...I loved Jonny too. But I couldn’t think about my own pathetic feelings when I was the one who caused everyone else’s pain.

 

I had to be near Jonny. I shrugged off Will’s hands and moved numbly to Jonny’s side, reaching out to take his hand. His fingers felt dry and heavy in mine, and I sat down in the chair next to the bed, rubbing his wrist with my thumb. I glanced at Chris for a moment and saw that he had never taken his eyes off Jonny once. He looked back at me then, tears glistening behind his eyes. He stood up carefully and walked the few steps to my side. I felt myself burn with guilt, and fear because of it. As Chris’s friend, I wanted to reassure him, but I couldn’t. How could I? I felt a warm tear roll down my face. Chris’s face twisted, his brows slanted into a look of pain.

 

“It wasn’t your fault.” he whispered, as if reading my mind. I looked back at Jonny, who looked utterly peaceful despite the bandages covering his body. His heart monitor beeped steadily, but my own heart was pounding. Chris took my other hand in his, holding it tightly. I supposed he didn’t think I could handle much more than that. But I didn’t mind; whatever brought comfort to him was alright by me. I felt another tear make its way down my cheek, but I ignored it. I was too absorbed by the steady anguish that was creeping its way through me like poison.

 

“It is my fault.” I whispered.

 

Chris shook his head, his shoulders trembling slightly. Will had moved up to us and placed his hand firmly on the other man’s shoulder. “It’s going to be okay.” But even he didn’t sound completely convinced. I looked up at Will, suddenly reminded of Jonny’s family, which was like another knife plunging through my insides.

 

“Where’s Chloe?”

 

“On her way from New York.” Will said, his brow furrowing. Apparently, he wasn’t so keen on having to face her either. I thought for a moment of Violet. What were we supposed to tell her? I’m sorry, honey, but your daddy may or may not live, and it’s all because of me. Chris let go of my hand suddenly, and I looked sideways at him as his warmth vanished. He looked as if he were about to be sick as he turned and fled from the room. Will and I stared at the empty doorway, and then the drummer swore and went after him, leaving me alone.

 

I leaned forward on my elbows, ignoring the pain in my ribs, and rested my arms on the side of the bed. I took a loose string between my fingers and rolled it around, scraping it with my nail. I felt like I was drifting; everything was moving at an unrealistic and painful pace. I stood up, unweaving my arms from under the rail, and drifted to the bottom of the bed. I picked up his chart from the table, scanned it, and quickly put it back. I couldn’t have read it for my life. I continued forward and sat on the edge of the mattress by his shoulder, wondering what was safe to touch and what wasn’t. I winced internally as I let my gaze wander to his head. Every day I saw him without his cap, but now he seemed smaller and more vulnerable without it. I grimaced and brushed some damp hair from his forehead as if I were handling a newborn.

 

“I’m so sorry.” I murmured, my voice thickening with tears. “I’m sorry, Jon.” I sat down on a chair and leaned forward, pressing my forehead against his shoulder; the one part of him I was certain wasn’t hurt. I felt a familiar tightness in my throat and stinging in my eyes. My breaths began to shudder and catch in my chest, and I shut my eyes against the onslaught of emotion. It was too much to manage, and I couldn’t hold it back. It took every ounce of my self control not to throw myself over Jonny and hold on for dear life. Instead, I covered my head with my hands and rested against his pillow.

 

For five minutes or so, I was left alone, crying weakly into Jonny’s shoulder. It hurt like hell, but I couldn’t stop.

 

Finally, something attempted to separate us. Hushed voices flew around my head, and I protested feebly as someone tried to pull me away from my friend. “No...” I groaned. “No, no...!” I shook my head violently, struggling as I was wrestled backwards. I tried to slip away from the invading hands, but they wouldn’t let me go.

 

Another voice soon joined the jumbled fray inside my head. “What the fuck are you doing? Let go of him!” I heard Will yell. His voice was tight with alarm. “Let GO!” At his command, the hands disappeared, and I folded in on myself, trembling violently with inexplicable terror.

 

For a moment, I was alone again. Then his hands came to hold me gently at the wrists. “Guy? Are you alright?” Will whispered, tentatively moving my arms to uncover my face. “It’s okay...” he said gently. I shook my head, trying to absorb the comfort of his presence. “Calm down, just calm...” he trailed off as I began to sob once more. Tears streamed down my face, and for a moment I could see Will staring at me.

 

“’S my fault...” I told him through my gasps. “I d-did this.”

 

“No.” he whispered, wrapping me gently in his arms. I melted against his chest, sobbing myself hoarse. “N-no, Guy...”

 

No matter how many times he told me it wasn’t my fault, I couldn’t believe him. All I could do was let him hold me and hope he would never let go.