Survival
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS
NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM!
I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
This story is told from Catherine's POV, in the first person. May throw in
Vincent's POV down the line.
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Chapter 3
We had been on the bus for 2 hours already. Vincent had tried several times
to draw me into a conversation, but I remained silent, and stared out the
window, the same thing I had been doing since we first boarded.
When we first got on the bus, I had made a beeline for the back seats, and
crammed myself against the window, my bag grasped tightly to my chest. Vincent
sighed, having no choice but to sit beside me. Several of his friends busted on
him because he got stuck with me as his partner. Surprisingly, he shrugged it
off, and settled himself more comfortably beside me on the seat.
Watching the landscape roll by was making me sleepy, and several times I
stifled a yawn.
"If you want to go to sleep, you can lean on me. I don't mind," Vincent
whispered in my ear.
I swung my head around, my mouth falling open slightly. Vincent was watching
me closely, his eyes kind. I sighed.
"Look. I know exactly what you and your cronies think of me. I didn't even
want to come on this trip. My mother forced me into it. I know you don't want to
be my partner anymore than any of the other ones did. So, lets get some things
straight right now. You don't have to talk to me. You don't have to be nice to
me. You can totally ignore me this whole trip, and I promise I won't mind or
care. Besides, I'm used to it anyways."
After my little speech, Vincent's eyes widened slightly. Then, his jaw
hardened. "Just thought I would be a gentleman. I didn't think you wanted a
stiff neck the first day, but whatever..."
I felt a momentary pang of guilt. It was nice of him to offer, but I
wasn't buying his kindness. I had been burned, and there was no way I was
getting close to that flame again.
Instead of answering him, I leaned my head against the window, giving him the
cold shoulder. I closed my eyes.
I heard him sigh beside me, but he left me alone.
Hopefully that trend would continue for the rest of the trip.....
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Tires screeching.......grinding........
Screaming........ Who the hell was screaming?
Vincent was shaking me. "Catherine! Wake up!!!"
"Get off me!" I gritted out, prying my eyes open. Pandemonium reigned around
me. Instantly, I was awake. "What happened?!"
"The driver had a heart attack! We're heading for an embankment. We're gonna
crash!"
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed. Vincent wrapped himself around me, and for once, I
didn't argue. I just held on to him tightly as the bus tipped, sending us
rolling down the embankment. I felt his arms tighten around me, before my world
went black........
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Helloooooooooooooooo, can anyone hear me?
Hellllloooooooooo...............
.......Catherine....? Oh God! Catherine.......speak to
me......Catherine!!
Open your eyes, Catherine.....I need to see your eyes......
Please Catherine....... I can't lose you........not again......
Please.........
Come back to me.........
#--------------------
I groaned as awareness flooded back over me. My whole body hurt, and for a
split second I thought I was dead. Think stupid! If you were dead, you
wouldn't be in pain.....
I opened my eyes to absolute blackness. I panicked, and tried to sit up.
Large hands pushed me back down gently.
"Shhhhhh......it's okay........it's alright...." Vincent's husky voice washed
over me. I struggled to make him out in the pitch blackness. I barely made out
his large form to my left.......or was it my right? My head was pounding, and I
was getting confused.
"Vincent?" I groaned. God....even my voice sounds like I've been eating
gravel.....
"Yeah.....it's me. Can you tell me how you feel?"
"Body.....head.......hurts....tired......." I managed to push out of my
mouth.
"You probably have a concussion. Can you see anything? Anything at all?"
I squinted in the darkness. "Barely...."
Now that my eyes had started to adjust, I could see some shapes around me. I
turned my head toward the sound of his voice.
If his large shadow was any indicator, he was sitting near my head. I reached
up my hand slowly, and came in contact with his hand. He squeezed mine
gently.
"Where are.....the others?" I asked, suddenly realizing it was far too quiet.
I felt his hand tense around mine.
"Catherine......the bus......it....."
"I remember going over the embankment. Vincent.....where are the
others..?"
I heard his breath catch. Finally, he spoke..........and my world spun around
me again......
"There is no one else. Catherine......we are the only survivors...."
#--------------------
Disclaimer: These characters are owned by CBS
and the CW network. I mean no infringement of any sort and am only using the
characters for personal enjoyment and for others to enjoy as
well!
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR LANGUAGE,
CONSENSUAL SEX, AND REFERENCES TO VIOLENCE. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, SCRAM! IT IS
NOT MY JOB TO POLICE WHAT YOU ARE READING! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT, SCRAM!
I WON'T TOLERATE BULLYING!
This story is told from Catherine's POV, in the first person. May throw in
Vincent's POV down the line.
#---------
Chapter 3
We had been on the bus for 2 hours already. Vincent had tried several times
to draw me into a conversation, but I remained silent, and stared out the
window, the same thing I had been doing since we first boarded.
When we first got on the bus, I had made a beeline for the back seats, and
crammed myself against the window, my bag grasped tightly to my chest. Vincent
sighed, having no choice but to sit beside me. Several of his friends busted on
him because he got stuck with me as his partner. Surprisingly, he shrugged it
off, and settled himself more comfortably beside me on the seat.
Watching the landscape roll by was making me sleepy, and several times I
stifled a yawn.
"If you want to go to sleep, you can lean on me. I don't mind," Vincent
whispered in my ear.
I swung my head around, my mouth falling open slightly. Vincent was watching
me closely, his eyes kind. I sighed.
"Look. I know exactly what you and your cronies think of me. I didn't even
want to come on this trip. My mother forced me into it. I know you don't want to
be my partner anymore than any of the other ones did. So, lets get some things
straight right now. You don't have to talk to me. You don't have to be nice to
me. You can totally ignore me this whole trip, and I promise I won't mind or
care. Besides, I'm used to it anyways."
After my little speech, Vincent's eyes widened slightly. Then, his jaw
hardened. "Just thought I would be a gentleman. I didn't think you wanted a
stiff neck the first day, but whatever..."
I felt a momentary pang of guilt. It was nice of him to offer, but I
wasn't buying his kindness. I had been burned, and there was no way I was
getting close to that flame again.
Instead of answering him, I leaned my head against the window, giving him the
cold shoulder. I closed my eyes.
I heard him sigh beside me, but he left me alone.
Hopefully that trend would continue for the rest of the trip.....
#------------
Tires screeching.......grinding........
Screaming........ Who the hell was screaming?
Vincent was shaking me. "Catherine! Wake up!!!"
"Get off me!" I gritted out, prying my eyes open. Pandemonium reigned around
me. Instantly, I was awake. "What happened?!"
"The driver had a heart attack! We're heading for an embankment. We're gonna
crash!"
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed. Vincent wrapped himself around me, and for once, I
didn't argue. I just held on to him tightly as the bus tipped, sending us
rolling down the embankment. I felt his arms tighten around me, before my world
went black........
#-------------------
Helloooooooooooooooo, can anyone hear me?
Hellllloooooooooo...............
.......Catherine....? Oh God! Catherine.......speak to
me......Catherine!!
Open your eyes, Catherine.....I need to see your eyes......
Please Catherine....... I can't lose you........not again......
Please.........
Come back to me.........
#--------------------
I groaned as awareness flooded back over me. My whole body hurt, and for a
split second I thought I was dead. Think stupid! If you were dead, you
wouldn't be in pain.....
I opened my eyes to absolute blackness. I panicked, and tried to sit up.
Large hands pushed me back down gently.
"Shhhhhh......it's okay........it's alright...." Vincent's husky voice washed
over me. I struggled to make him out in the pitch blackness. I barely made out
his large form to my left.......or was it my right? My head was pounding, and I
was getting confused.
"Vincent?" I groaned. God....even my voice sounds like I've been eating
gravel.....
"Yeah.....it's me. Can you tell me how you feel?"
"Body.....head.......hurts....tired......." I managed to push out of my
mouth.
"You probably have a concussion. Can you see anything? Anything at all?"
I squinted in the darkness. "Barely...."
Now that my eyes had started to adjust, I could see some shapes around me. I
turned my head toward the sound of his voice.
If his large shadow was any indicator, he was sitting near my head. I reached
up my hand slowly, and came in contact with his hand. He squeezed mine
gently.
"Where are.....the others?" I asked, suddenly realizing it was far too quiet.
I felt his hand tense around mine.
"Catherine......the bus......it....."
"I remember going over the embankment. Vincent.....where are the
others..?"
I heard his breath catch. Finally, he spoke..........and my world spun around
me again......
"There is no one else. Catherine......we are the only survivors...."
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