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 5
Wow......I'm so warm. I feel like I'm surrounded by heat. And this pillow is
so soft! I just want to curl around it and......
Wait.........
Why does my pillow have muscles.........
And.........Is my pillow......breathing.......
My eyes shot open and widened. All I could see in front of me was Vincent's
chest, covered by his sweatshirt. Oh my GOD! He was sleeping on his back,
his face turned away from me. I tried to scoot back, and found I couldn't move.
I couldn't see it through the sleeping bag, but I felt Vincent's arm wrapped
around me. At some point in the night, we must have gotten cold. At least I
hope that's the case.
Vincent slept soundly, unaware of the thoughts running through my head. I
panicked, hoping he wouldn't wake up anytime soon. Moving slowly, I grasped his
hand, and lifted it away from my body. Once I could move, I slid down lower into
the bag, moving his arm out of my way. After I moved back up, I placed his arm
on his stomach, praying he stayed asleep just a little longer. His breath
caught for a second, but he slept on.
I released the breath that I hadn't realized I had been holding. That was
too close! I laid there stiffly, barely breathing.....waiting.....
A few minutes later, Vincent began to stir. He stretched his arms above his
head, and I watched as his sweatshirt tightened across his chest. That strange
fluttering started again in my chest. A yawn escaped his lips, and he absently
scratched his chest. Finally, his eyes opened, and he looked over at me. I held
my breath.
"Morning. I hope I didn't crowd you last night," he said. You crowd me?
Nope, I think I had the dubious honor of doing that to you. Wonder what he would
say if I said, "Your chest is so comfortable, I thought it was a pillow." He'd
freak out on me for sure.
I swallowed quickly. "I don't think so. I didn't wake up flat as a pancake,
so I guess everything was fine last night," I said, trying for humor.
Vincent watched me for a minute, and I swear I saw a small smile creep onto
his face. It was gone too quick for me to be sure, though. Finally, Vincent sat
up, and I was suddenly disappointed at the loss of his warmth.
Wait...what?
My stomach chose that moment to growl loudly. I wanted to sink into the
ground. How embarrassing....
Vincent grinned. "Got a grizzly bear under there? Maybe we should let it
out," he said, reaching for the hem of my shirt. I screeched, and batted his
hand away. I felt heat creeping up my neck and cheeks.
"You are never going to see what is under my shirt, so hands off, perv!!" I
yelled at him. Vincent just chuckled, and shook his head.
"Not a perv. Just a man who can appreciate a woman's natural beauty," he
said. I was shocked. No way he means me. He just wanted to be able to tell
his friends he tried to cop a feel with the outcast of the school. No matter
what friendly feelings we shared last night, I can never forget what he did to
me 4 years ago. Don't be sucked in by his kindness, Catherine.
"When are you taking off?" I asked him, trying to change the subject.
Vincent looked affronted. "Can't a man have breakfast first? It is the most
important meal of the day, remember."
"Can't you eat on the go? I'm sure there are granola bars in one of the
bags."
He raised an eyebrow. "Granola bars!!?? You really think I could survive on
only granola bars? You wound me, woman."
"Look, the faster you get going, the faster we can get out of this
hellhole."
Vincent grinned. "Why do I get the distinct impression you are trying to get
rid of me?"
I stared at him. "You....you said you wanted to get going this morning. I
figured you wouldn't want to waste time puttering around here."
"Why don't you just admit it, Catherine...."
I was confused. "Admit what?"
"You want some privacy, and you want me gone because you are afraid I will
spy on you."
My eyes narrowed. Damn it. He's right, but I'll never admit it. I went
for a neutral approach. "Believe what you want, Keller."
"Oh, come now Catherine. We slept together last night. I think you can call
me Vincent. You were last night."
"We......that was......oh you............that wasn't.........WE DIDN'T
SLEEP TOGETHER!!" I sputtered and hissed out.
That stupid smirk appeared again. "Not in the biblical sense, but we did
share a bed," he said. Then, the bastard actually winked at me!
"It was a sleeping bag, not a bed! You
uncouth.......jackass!"
"Hee Haw!" he said, braying like a donkey.
I was mortified. I did the first thing that came to mind......
I swung at him.......
His eyes widened..........
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"Ow! Ow ow ow ow oooowwwwwwwwwwww!!!!" Vincent groaned. His eye was
already swelling, and I was sure he would have a black eye by the end of the
day. The idiot kept reaching up and touching it.
"You just kept going. Couldn't you tell I was getting upset?" I growled
out.
"I didn't think you were gonna take a swing at me! Jesus woman, you could
have blinded me!" he growled back.
"So what? You'll have a black eye for a few days. What is that compared to
the years of hurt you've caused me..."
Vincent stilled. "Catherine...." he started, but I cut him off.
"No! I don't want to talk about any of that. I just want to get out of here,
so you can go back to your life, and I can go back to mine," I told him
angrily.
Vincent looked me in the eyes, and for a second or two, I swear I could see
remorse. But, then he blinked, and the moment was lost. Then, he sighed. "You
know, sometimes I miss the old Catherine. This new model is a real bitch
sometimes."
"If I'm a bitch, it's because of you and your friends!" I yelled at him. His
mouth mashed together in a hard line and he started moving toward me, but I
backed up out of his reach. "Just leave me alone, Keller! I'm going for a
walk, and don't you dare try to stop me!"
He held up his hands. "Have at it. Just remember to stay in a straight line
so you can find your way back to camp."
I turned around, heading into the woods behind us. Realistically, I knew that
I shouldn't wander away, but I needed some space. Grudgingly, I followed
Vincent's advice, and walked in a straight line.
I walked for a bit, my anger slowly dissolving. Once I was sure I was far
enough away, I sat down on the hard ground. I felt tears begin to spill down my
cheeks.
I missed my best friend. I missed how he and I used to be. Why did it all
have to fall apart.....?
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I walked into school, my anxiety mounting. What was I going to say to
Vincent? I saw him standing with a few of his buddies, and I thought about going
around them. But, I had to make sure that things weren't weird between
us.....
"Hey, Vincent!" I greeted cheerfully. Vincent stared at me for a minute, and
then sneered.
"Get lost, freak..." he spit out. I was shocked. Why was he acting like this?
Was this because of last night?
"Vincent..." I started, but he cut me off.
"What part of "Get lost, freak" are you not understanding? Get out of my
sight, and don't ever bother talking to me again. Our friendship is over!"
Vincent growled.
I felt the tears welling in my eyes, but I blinked them back. A couple of his
buddies laughed at me, calling me a crybaby. I looked at Vincent again, but he
turned his back on me. Tears were falling in earnest now, and with a sob, I ran
down the hall, not caring who or what I slammed into.
I ran into the girl's bathroom. I made it into a stall, slamming the door
behind me. I don't know how long I cried for, nor did I care......
Somehow......I had lost my best friend......
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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 5
Wow......I'm so warm. I feel like I'm surrounded by heat. And this pillow is
so soft! I just want to curl around it and......
Wait.........
Why does my pillow have muscles.........
And.........Is my pillow......breathing.......
My eyes shot open and widened. All I could see in front of me was Vincent's
chest, covered by his sweatshirt. Oh my GOD! He was sleeping on his back,
his face turned away from me. I tried to scoot back, and found I couldn't move.
I couldn't see it through the sleeping bag, but I felt Vincent's arm wrapped
around me. At some point in the night, we must have gotten cold. At least I
hope that's the case.
Vincent slept soundly, unaware of the thoughts running through my head. I
panicked, hoping he wouldn't wake up anytime soon. Moving slowly, I grasped his
hand, and lifted it away from my body. Once I could move, I slid down lower into
the bag, moving his arm out of my way. After I moved back up, I placed his arm
on his stomach, praying he stayed asleep just a little longer. His breath
caught for a second, but he slept on.
I released the breath that I hadn't realized I had been holding. That was
too close! I laid there stiffly, barely breathing.....waiting.....
A few minutes later, Vincent began to stir. He stretched his arms above his
head, and I watched as his sweatshirt tightened across his chest. That strange
fluttering started again in my chest. A yawn escaped his lips, and he absently
scratched his chest. Finally, his eyes opened, and he looked over at me. I held
my breath.
"Morning. I hope I didn't crowd you last night," he said. You crowd me?
Nope, I think I had the dubious honor of doing that to you. Wonder what he would
say if I said, "Your chest is so comfortable, I thought it was a pillow." He'd
freak out on me for sure.
I swallowed quickly. "I don't think so. I didn't wake up flat as a pancake,
so I guess everything was fine last night," I said, trying for humor.
Vincent watched me for a minute, and I swear I saw a small smile creep onto
his face. It was gone too quick for me to be sure, though. Finally, Vincent sat
up, and I was suddenly disappointed at the loss of his warmth.
Wait...what?
My stomach chose that moment to growl loudly. I wanted to sink into the
ground. How embarrassing....
Vincent grinned. "Got a grizzly bear under there? Maybe we should let it
out," he said, reaching for the hem of my shirt. I screeched, and batted his
hand away. I felt heat creeping up my neck and cheeks.
"You are never going to see what is under my shirt, so hands off, perv!!" I
yelled at him. Vincent just chuckled, and shook his head.
"Not a perv. Just a man who can appreciate a woman's natural beauty," he
said. I was shocked. No way he means me. He just wanted to be able to tell
his friends he tried to cop a feel with the outcast of the school. No matter
what friendly feelings we shared last night, I can never forget what he did to
me 4 years ago. Don't be sucked in by his kindness, Catherine.
"When are you taking off?" I asked him, trying to change the subject.
Vincent looked affronted. "Can't a man have breakfast first? It is the most
important meal of the day, remember."
"Can't you eat on the go? I'm sure there are granola bars in one of the
bags."
He raised an eyebrow. "Granola bars!!?? You really think I could survive on
only granola bars? You wound me, woman."
"Look, the faster you get going, the faster we can get out of this
hellhole."
Vincent grinned. "Why do I get the distinct impression you are trying to get
rid of me?"
I stared at him. "You....you said you wanted to get going this morning. I
figured you wouldn't want to waste time puttering around here."
"Why don't you just admit it, Catherine...."
I was confused. "Admit what?"
"You want some privacy, and you want me gone because you are afraid I will
spy on you."
My eyes narrowed. Damn it. He's right, but I'll never admit it. I went
for a neutral approach. "Believe what you want, Keller."
"Oh, come now Catherine. We slept together last night. I think you can call
me Vincent. You were last night."
"We......that was......oh you............that wasn't.........WE DIDN'T
SLEEP TOGETHER!!" I sputtered and hissed out.
That stupid smirk appeared again. "Not in the biblical sense, but we did
share a bed," he said. Then, the bastard actually winked at me!
"It was a sleeping bag, not a bed! You
uncouth.......jackass!"
"Hee Haw!" he said, braying like a donkey.
I was mortified. I did the first thing that came to mind......
I swung at him.......
His eyes widened..........
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"Ow! Ow ow ow ow oooowwwwwwwwwwww!!!!" Vincent groaned. His eye was
already swelling, and I was sure he would have a black eye by the end of the
day. The idiot kept reaching up and touching it.
"You just kept going. Couldn't you tell I was getting upset?" I growled
out.
"I didn't think you were gonna take a swing at me! Jesus woman, you could
have blinded me!" he growled back.
"So what? You'll have a black eye for a few days. What is that compared to
the years of hurt you've caused me..."
Vincent stilled. "Catherine...." he started, but I cut him off.
"No! I don't want to talk about any of that. I just want to get out of here,
so you can go back to your life, and I can go back to mine," I told him
angrily.
Vincent looked me in the eyes, and for a second or two, I swear I could see
remorse. But, then he blinked, and the moment was lost. Then, he sighed. "You
know, sometimes I miss the old Catherine. This new model is a real bitch
sometimes."
"If I'm a bitch, it's because of you and your friends!" I yelled at him. His
mouth mashed together in a hard line and he started moving toward me, but I
backed up out of his reach. "Just leave me alone, Keller! I'm going for a
walk, and don't you dare try to stop me!"
He held up his hands. "Have at it. Just remember to stay in a straight line
so you can find your way back to camp."
I turned around, heading into the woods behind us. Realistically, I knew that
I shouldn't wander away, but I needed some space. Grudgingly, I followed
Vincent's advice, and walked in a straight line.
I walked for a bit, my anger slowly dissolving. Once I was sure I was far
enough away, I sat down on the hard ground. I felt tears begin to spill down my
cheeks.
I missed my best friend. I missed how he and I used to be. Why did it all
have to fall apart.....?
#---------------------
I walked into school, my anxiety mounting. What was I going to say to
Vincent? I saw him standing with a few of his buddies, and I thought about going
around them. But, I had to make sure that things weren't weird between
us.....
"Hey, Vincent!" I greeted cheerfully. Vincent stared at me for a minute, and
then sneered.
"Get lost, freak..." he spit out. I was shocked. Why was he acting like this?
Was this because of last night?
"Vincent..." I started, but he cut me off.
"What part of "Get lost, freak" are you not understanding? Get out of my
sight, and don't ever bother talking to me again. Our friendship is over!"
Vincent growled.
I felt the tears welling in my eyes, but I blinked them back. A couple of his
buddies laughed at me, calling me a crybaby. I looked at Vincent again, but he
turned his back on me. Tears were falling in earnest now, and with a sob, I ran
down the hall, not caring who or what I slammed into.
I ran into the girl's bathroom. I made it into a stall, slamming the door
behind me. I don't know how long I cried for, nor did I care......
Somehow......I had lost my best friend......
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