Millions thoughts were running in my head. I didn't know what to do, how to deal with everything anymore. Should I just detach myself from everyone and deal with my own problems myself? Can I even do that? Can I forget Luke and Betty? I didn't think so. But what if they are not what they tell me they are, what if they are bad like other werewolves and vampires, what if they hurt people? Will I be able to take it if I found out they were lying? What should I do? What am I going to do? Who should I trust?
"We're here," I heard a voice telling me. It was Luke's voice. I then remembered where we were. We were in his car, he was sending me home.
"Oh, we are already here" I mumbled as I released the seat belt. I opened the door so that I can get out but-
"This isn't my home," I pointed out.
"Yeah, It's mine. I never said we were at your place," he told me with a chuckle "Don't tell me you only realised now that we weren't heading to your house, after reaching here!!" he exclaimed.
"Why are we here? Weren't you going to send me home first?" I asked, confused.
"Did you forget we have to meet the others here when we get back?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Oh, yeah right" I said remembering what we agreed yesterday "but why didn't you tell me that we were coming here?" I asked him.
"I told you like a million times which you just looked at me and nodded. I even asked if you were okay but you just nodded and looked on the other side, you completely zoned out. Did something happen in there that I should be worried of? You haven't talked about it since you came back," he asked looking worried.
"Nothing happened. I just had a lot of things in my mind that's why," I answered him and then got out of the car. I opened the back door and took the time capsule box which we digged out a while back at my old home. I closed the door with my foot, as I turned Luke was there infront of me. He quickly took the box in his hands without saying a word and led the way to his apartment. I followed quietly behind him.
We reached Luke's apartment, it was quite and neat as usual. Luke went ahead in the living room to put the box, he returned few second later with a phone on his hand.
"I just texted the others telling them that we're back, they said they will be here in half an hour. Meanwhile would you like something to eat??" he asked.
"No, I am fine" I answered.
"No, you're not. We have been together since morning and you ate nothing. I am not taking no for an answer so hurry and pick something! How about I make you a sandwich?" he asked me and I just nodded, having no any other choice but to accept.
"Okay, give me five minutes." he told me before disappearing in the kitchen. I debated whether I should go and watch him prepare food for me or I should just stay in the living room and wait for him to finish. I decided the later. It wouldn't be a good idea to do the first one especially when I was trying to distance myself from him.
I walked in the living room directly to the time capsule box that was on the table. I took it in my hands and went to sit with it on the couch, placing it on my lap. I wanted to open it when I was in my room alone but I couldn't wait anymore. I was curious and I didn't know at what time I'll go back home. I ripped the lid open and took the first item that catched my eyes, It was the drawing. I drew it when I was young, it was my first drawing of my family together. I insisted that it had to go in the time capsule too. The drawing looked rather funny as I see it now. I remember arguing that it looked exactly like us but now as I see the stick people drawn in it I couldn't help but laugh at my younger self.
I then put the drawing aside and picked another folded paper, it looked like a letter, I opened it and I immediately knew who wrote it, it was my father, I opened it with a smile.
My lovely daughter Kayla,
I bet you are a grown up beautiful young lady now. You have to be, after all you have my genes *wink*. I hope that I am still beside you when you are reading this, looking as handsome as ever. Your mom must be angry that she is growing old by herself haha! You know that I love you a lot, even though you and your mom gang up on me sometimes but I still love both of you so much. Bra bra bra bra....I have nothing more to write but Katherine is right beside me right now and she is waiting to see how long my letter will be. Wait....you didn't perhaps think that it was my idea to write this? Ofcourse I am forced to write it by your mother. She said it had to be long and beautiful, pssh as if I can put myself in here!.... Ah I can't do this anymore, if she argue again this is not long enough I am not going to write anymore.
Love Dad.
That is so Dad like, I was grinning at every word I was reading. Leave it to him to write something like this for a time capsule. He was always a funny nonchalant cool guy, he would make mom and I laugh all the time with his jokes. I really missed his jokes.
I placed father's letter aside and took another letter that I guessed was mom's. I opened it and saw her handwriting, I smiled and started reading it
My dearest daughter Kayla,
I hope that you have grown to a beautiful woman and I am there to see it. I hope that up to this day we are there with you reading this letter together and laughing at me who was worrying for nothing. Recently I have been having bad dreams and I can't help but worry. That's why I decided to bury a time capsule box. I will be burying a spell book together with it, it will help you if we are not around. It will guide you. I want you to always remember that you are strong, a very powerful witch-hunter. Don't let anyone say otherwise. You can do anything you put your mind into. You have been able to do a lot of spells at such a young age that you were able to amaze even I. So don't ever think that you are weak. You'll bring the end to vampires and werewolves who have done nothing but bring harm to the word.
I also want you to always remember that I love you so much, your father and I love you a lot. No words can explain that.
Mom.
I folded the letter in two and put it aside too. I rubbed the tears that dropped to my cheeks. Mother must have foreseen that night in her dreams. How frightening it must have been for her, to even reach the extent of writing this! I closed my eyes to prevent more tears. I stayed like that for a few seconds before opening them. I reached for the old book which was left in the box and picked it up.
'This must be the spell book she was talking about', I thought.
I opened few pages and glanced at the familiar words, they were latins. I never knew I could understand any other language apart from English, let alone latin. But here I was, the words looked so familiar, I could understand every part of it. I guess it is the benefit of being a witch.
As I was about to return it I saw a photo frame flipped down. I picked it up and turned it and I could feel my heart breaking. It was a photo of us three. It was the last photo we took before we buried the time capsule. I didn't know mom put it in there. We looked so happy. I was so happy that I finally had a photo of us yet I was sad at the same time, I will always be sad whenever I look at the photo. It's a reminder of what I've lost.
I heard footsteps and I quickly returned everything in the box and put it under the table. After few seconds Luke entered the living room to tell me that my food was ready. I woke up and followed him to the living room.
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That was the most delicious sandwich I have ever had in my entire eighteen years of life. I never knew that sandwich could be that delicious. What did he even put in it for it to be that delicious? I devoured the last piece of it in my mouth. I didn't have an appetite earlier when I started eating so I was going to just drink the juice that he put for me and eat a little bit of the sandwich so that he won't nag me when he comes back but it took one bite of it for all of my apetite and the hunger that was suppressed to come back.
Luke told me a while ago that he was going to have a quick shower and left, so I was all alone in the kitchen. I quickly finished my juice and I was satisfied with how full I was feeling. If only my problems could be solved as easily as my hunger got solved it would have been nice. I woke up and placed the plate in the sink.
The things from earlier still bothered me, 'I have to be sure', I told myself. I had to do something. And then the thought came to my head and although I knew it was dangerous it seemed like a better option. So I walked to the knives block and pick the sharpest knife that catched my eyes. I heard footsteps coming in the kitchen so I quickly placed the blade on my wrist, closed my eyes and slightly slit it.
"Oh, you're done eating already!" I heard Luke saying. I couldn't bring myself to turn and face him, so I stood still and silent.
"Are you bleeding? I am smelling blood," Luke came rushing to me and he quickly turned me to face him, his eyes then landed to my wrist which was bleeding heavily. I looked him in the eyes to see his reaction. His eyes colour became a little bit dark but it soon went back to it's original colour.
"What happened?" he asked as he quickly turned back to open the drawer and took out the first aid kit. He pulled a long bar stool and made me sit on it. He then took the tools out and started cleaning my wound, I flinched when he put some spirit on it but I said nothing. He then started dressing it.
"Luckily the wound wasn't too deep," he told me as he finished dressing it.
"Why did you do that?" he asked me. I looked up to see his eyes and they were filled with hurt and sadness, I quickly looked down again.
"Do what?" I asked him.
"Cut yourself," he explained.
"What do you mean? I did not. It was just an accident," I quickly denied it, not looking up even once.
"Then why can't you look me in the eyes while saying that?" he asked me as he gently lifted my chin so that I can look at him. I could feel my heart aching seeing his eyes.
"Were you testing me? To see if I would lose control on the sight of your fresh blood? Is this what was all about since earlier," he asked me and I could feel the sadness in every word that came from his lips. What have I done?
"You thought that I would lose control after seeing your blood!! Do you think for the past eighteen years of my life I have never came in contact with human blood? I survived all these years without consuming human blood not because I have never came in contact with it, it's because I have restrained myself from consuming it. Or you probably thought I was lying when I told you that I have never even once consumed it? If that was the case do you know how dangerous what you did today was? It's okay for you to not trust me but don't do this again, please" he pleaded sadly.
"I-I.." I wanted to say something but nothing came out of my lips. He moved his other hand to wipe the tears on my cheeks. Was I crying?
"It would be a lie if I say that I never even once thought of how nice human blood must be, it smells nicer than animal blood so of course I would have those thoughts but didn't I restrain myself all these years? Are you going to judge me for something that I haven't even done?" He asked me looking direct in my eyes. I was so embarrassed of myself. How could I do that to him? To Luke?
"I am s-so sorry, I didn't mean to....I am really sorry," I finally said to him and that was what I really felt, sorry. Why didn't I think of how he will feel before doing that? If I could take back what I have done earlier to make everything right I would. He wiped the tears on my face again with a smile on his face.
"It's fine," he told me.
"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have done that, I didn't think this through. I thought I had to do it. I couldn't help but think that I am blinded by my love for you that's why-"
"Your love for me?" he asked. I only realised what I said then. I looked anywhere but his eyes. Only then did I become aware of how close we were. We were too close. I couldn't breath anymore. What is this? I was fine just a minute ago.
I looked up at him, his eyes were still on me, studying me. How beautiful his eyes are, and for a moment I was lost in them, being unable to look away anymore. He then took a step closer and now we were impossibly closer. How beautiful he is even up this close were my thoughts. His hair was still damp from the shower he took earlier, it made him sexier than how sexier he already was which was already too sexy, do I make sense? I moved my eyes from his eyes to look at his lips and then back to his eyes, I suddenly felt the urge to kiss him. As If he read my mind he slammed his lips on mine, and I momentarily forgot everything, my problems, my promise to distance myself from him, my earlier distrust towards him. I kissed him back, I showed him how sorry I was through the kiss, how much I loved him. That is what that kiss meant to me. My first kiss, And it was worth it...it was worth the waiting.
And that was the time that I finally admitted to myself, I loved him. I still do.