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 8
Warmth surrounded me. That is the first thing that hits me when I open my eyes. I'm disoriented for a minute, and then I remember what happened last
night. I closed my eyes again, ashamed at my actions. Vincent surely must hate me now. I pulled the sleeping bag closer toward my body. Then....I froze. Sleeping bag??
I sat up abruptly, and the sleeping bag fell to my waist. I didn't have the bag last night. Vincent.....
I inhaled sharply. It wasn't a dream. Vincent came out here and covered me with the bag last night. But.....why?
My inner musings were interrupted by the sound of the zipper opening on the tent. I looked in that direction. Vincent climbed out of the tent, his hair
sticking up. He zipped the door closed, and turned around. Out eyes clashed.
"Vincent...." I started, but he cut me off.
"Don't! You said plenty last night. Regardless of what you think, I am not a completely heartless bastard. I just didn't feel like hearing your teeth chatter all damn night!" he spit out. He moved toward the fire that was still burning
slightly, and began adding some wood to it. My mind drifted.....
A hand brushed against my hair, pushing it off my face. I nuzzled the hand,
and heard a sigh.
"What have I done to you, Catherine? How can I ever get you to forgive me?"
Another sigh. There was a warm breath near my cheek. "I'm sorry, Catherine.
You'll never know just how sorry...."
The warm breath ghosted against my cheek, and I felt lips brush my cheek. I
smiled.
"Thank you, Vincent," I said quietly. He froze. His head lifted slightly, but he wouldn't look at me. I sighed. "I'm a bitch."
That got a chuckle out of him. "I won't deny that."
"I reacted badly. I acted like a child. I'm sorry."
Finally, he faced me. He shook his head. "No....I'm sorry. I should have announced my presence to you. Instead, I acted like a pervert, gaping at you in
the water."
"Why didn't you say something?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on, Catherine. I'm a guy. When I see a beautiful, naked woman in front of me, my first instinct isn't usually to look away."
He called me beautiful again.......
"Why do you do that?" I asked him.
He got a confused look on his face. "Do what?"
"Say things that aren't true."
He sighed. "What did I say that was untrue?"
I looked at the ground. "I'm not beautiful," I told him in a low voice.
I heard him sigh loudly. I continued to stare at the ground, not wanting him to see the blush that was currently staining my cheeks. His booted feet appeared in my line of sight. I squealed when I was suddenly hoisted upward. The sleeping bag fell away from me, my feet dangling several inches off the ground.
Vincent and I were nose to nose. "Now you listen to me, Catherine Elizabeth Chandler! Stop putting yourself down. You are beautiful. You are funny,
and smart. You are brave and have more courage than anyone else that I know. Half the girls at school would be freaking out right now. But, not you! You have kept it together longer than I thought you would. You need to realize that we are in this together!! I may get angry and yell, but it is only because I don't want anything to happen to you!!" he told me.
I was shocked. I didn't even know how to react or respond. Vincent exhaled sharply, and I was lowered to the ground again. He took a step back. He thrust his hands into his hair. "God Catherine......I'm sorry. I shouldn't have manhandled you like that."
I stared at him. He was breathing heavy, and I was struck by how scared he looked. I finally found my voice. "Why do you care what happens to me? You
haven't for years."
He blinked rapidly. Then, he stepped in front of me again. "I've always cared, Catherine. Even when I didn't act like it."
As we stared at each other, I felt butterflies in my belly, and my body began to tingle. A dull roaring began in my ears.
What happened next felt like it was happening in slow motion. Vincent swung around, his stance protective in front of me. I realized the roaring wasn't in my ears, but from a large bear that was on the fringe of our campsite.
"Catherine.......back away slowly. Don't run..."
I was frozen, though. I couldn't move from behind Vincent. I peered around him, scared for both of us. He took a small step back, until my front was
pressed against his back.
"We need to back up, away from the bear. If we move slowly, he won't charge us. He is probably just hungry. "
I pressed my face into his back. I couldn't speak. Fear took my voice away from me. I shook my head.
Vincent turned toward me. "Damn it, Catherine! Do what I tell you!"
I saw the bear over his shoulder, seconds before Vincent jerked forward, and we both went over backwards. I laid still on the ground, holding Vincent close to my body. His eyes were closed.
"Vincent?" I hissed out quietly into his ear. He didn't move. "Vincent!"
The bear sniffed at us, and I stopped talking, playing dead. The bear sniffed a few more times, before finally turning around, heading back into the forest.
Once he was gone, I breathed a sigh of relief. I pushed against Vincent, trying to get his weight off of me. Finally, I shimmied out from underneath of
him, and stood up. I shook Vincent. "Vincent? Come on Vincent.......this isn't funny. Open your eyes."
But Vincent didn't react. I scanned his body. I gasped when I saw his back.
Three large claw marks were slashed across his shirt. Hesitantly, I moved the ripped pieces. My eyes widened.
Blood seeped out from deep claw marks on his back. I felt my stomach knot up. This happened because of me! Because I didn't leave when he told me too.....
I took his large hand in my own. "Don't worry Vincent. I'm gonna take care of you."
He gave a small groan, and then fell silent again.
Please don't die Vincent!!! Please.........
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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.
#---------
Chapter 8
Warmth surrounded me. That is the first thing that hits me when I open my eyes. I'm disoriented for a minute, and then I remember what happened last
night. I closed my eyes again, ashamed at my actions. Vincent surely must hate me now. I pulled the sleeping bag closer toward my body. Then....I froze. Sleeping bag??
I sat up abruptly, and the sleeping bag fell to my waist. I didn't have the bag last night. Vincent.....
I inhaled sharply. It wasn't a dream. Vincent came out here and covered me with the bag last night. But.....why?
My inner musings were interrupted by the sound of the zipper opening on the tent. I looked in that direction. Vincent climbed out of the tent, his hair
sticking up. He zipped the door closed, and turned around. Out eyes clashed.
"Vincent...." I started, but he cut me off.
"Don't! You said plenty last night. Regardless of what you think, I am not a completely heartless bastard. I just didn't feel like hearing your teeth chatter all damn night!" he spit out. He moved toward the fire that was still burning
slightly, and began adding some wood to it. My mind drifted.....
A hand brushed against my hair, pushing it off my face. I nuzzled the hand,
and heard a sigh.
"What have I done to you, Catherine? How can I ever get you to forgive me?"
Another sigh. There was a warm breath near my cheek. "I'm sorry, Catherine.
You'll never know just how sorry...."
The warm breath ghosted against my cheek, and I felt lips brush my cheek. I
smiled.
"Thank you, Vincent," I said quietly. He froze. His head lifted slightly, but he wouldn't look at me. I sighed. "I'm a bitch."
That got a chuckle out of him. "I won't deny that."
"I reacted badly. I acted like a child. I'm sorry."
Finally, he faced me. He shook his head. "No....I'm sorry. I should have announced my presence to you. Instead, I acted like a pervert, gaping at you in
the water."
"Why didn't you say something?" I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Come on, Catherine. I'm a guy. When I see a beautiful, naked woman in front of me, my first instinct isn't usually to look away."
He called me beautiful again.......
"Why do you do that?" I asked him.
He got a confused look on his face. "Do what?"
"Say things that aren't true."
He sighed. "What did I say that was untrue?"
I looked at the ground. "I'm not beautiful," I told him in a low voice.
I heard him sigh loudly. I continued to stare at the ground, not wanting him to see the blush that was currently staining my cheeks. His booted feet appeared in my line of sight. I squealed when I was suddenly hoisted upward. The sleeping bag fell away from me, my feet dangling several inches off the ground.
Vincent and I were nose to nose. "Now you listen to me, Catherine Elizabeth Chandler! Stop putting yourself down. You are beautiful. You are funny,
and smart. You are brave and have more courage than anyone else that I know. Half the girls at school would be freaking out right now. But, not you! You have kept it together longer than I thought you would. You need to realize that we are in this together!! I may get angry and yell, but it is only because I don't want anything to happen to you!!" he told me.
I was shocked. I didn't even know how to react or respond. Vincent exhaled sharply, and I was lowered to the ground again. He took a step back. He thrust his hands into his hair. "God Catherine......I'm sorry. I shouldn't have manhandled you like that."
I stared at him. He was breathing heavy, and I was struck by how scared he looked. I finally found my voice. "Why do you care what happens to me? You
haven't for years."
He blinked rapidly. Then, he stepped in front of me again. "I've always cared, Catherine. Even when I didn't act like it."
As we stared at each other, I felt butterflies in my belly, and my body began to tingle. A dull roaring began in my ears.
What happened next felt like it was happening in slow motion. Vincent swung around, his stance protective in front of me. I realized the roaring wasn't in my ears, but from a large bear that was on the fringe of our campsite.
"Catherine.......back away slowly. Don't run..."
I was frozen, though. I couldn't move from behind Vincent. I peered around him, scared for both of us. He took a small step back, until my front was
pressed against his back.
"We need to back up, away from the bear. If we move slowly, he won't charge us. He is probably just hungry. "
I pressed my face into his back. I couldn't speak. Fear took my voice away from me. I shook my head.
Vincent turned toward me. "Damn it, Catherine! Do what I tell you!"
I saw the bear over his shoulder, seconds before Vincent jerked forward, and we both went over backwards. I laid still on the ground, holding Vincent close to my body. His eyes were closed.
"Vincent?" I hissed out quietly into his ear. He didn't move. "Vincent!"
The bear sniffed at us, and I stopped talking, playing dead. The bear sniffed a few more times, before finally turning around, heading back into the forest.
Once he was gone, I breathed a sigh of relief. I pushed against Vincent, trying to get his weight off of me. Finally, I shimmied out from underneath of
him, and stood up. I shook Vincent. "Vincent? Come on Vincent.......this isn't funny. Open your eyes."
But Vincent didn't react. I scanned his body. I gasped when I saw his back.
Three large claw marks were slashed across his shirt. Hesitantly, I moved the ripped pieces. My eyes widened.
Blood seeped out from deep claw marks on his back. I felt my stomach knot up. This happened because of me! Because I didn't leave when he told me too.....
I took his large hand in my own. "Don't worry Vincent. I'm gonna take care of you."
He gave a small groan, and then fell silent again.
Please don't die Vincent!!! Please.........
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