Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

~Continuing the story........~

I had a premonition.
It wasn't a nice vision. But it was about that girl, Tara. It was strange, dark and ominous.
She was in a white room, wearing all white. She looked up at me with sad eyes, crying tears of blood.
"This is my sacrifice," she said.
A dark mass descended upon her, pressing its mouth to her neck. Bright blue eys looked up, smiling at me wickedly, as they turned the color of blood.
Her white dress was stained red as the vampire's fangs sank into soft flesh . . .
I hit my knees, gasping, cluthcing my chest.
Sebastian walked in, shirtless, eating an apple, his fangs tearing through the fruit.
"What happened?" he asked. "Another vision?"
I nodded, unable to speak from shock.
he rolled his eyes. "I wonder when I'm gonna be able to do that. That is so cool. You can see the future."
I gasped for breath again, shaking my head. "It's not 'cool' to know your fate. It's unchangeable, and quite disappopinting."
He pressed his lips together, the lip ring glinting in the dim light of my room. "You know, Alex, you really are a bit of a party pooper. Ember was right." His combat boots tapped against the floor as he walked out.
I stood, gripping the edge of my dresser, just as my other younger brother walked in.
Quentin and I were the only blondes in the family besides Mother, although his was far lighter than hers. We supposed it had come from her side of the family.
He smiled sympathetically--one of the things we had in common. "Another premonition? Or just Seb being an idiot?"
I chuckled. "Both." As I answered his question, I placed my hand on his shoulder, letting him know he was still forgiven for what had happened so long ago that made him as melancholy as I. "Look, you have no need to come check on me every moment. Just because of what happened all those years ago--"
"What happened all those years ago was my fault," Quentin protested. "I'm trying to make it up to you."
"It wasn't your fault," I said, shaking my head. "You were young. You were only six at the time."
As He started to protest again, I covered his lips with a single finger and walked out the door.