I was seven and I was crying because I fell on the school playground and broke my wrist.
I was nine and I was Betsy Ross in the school play.
I was twelve and I got my first period in the middle of math class.
I was fourteen and covered in paint from an art project gone wrong.
I was sixteen and I just got my driver’s license.
I was seventeen and my parents got divorced.
I was seventeen and I moved to Rome.
I was seventeen and I fell in love.
I was seventeen and I saw my father murdered.
I was eighteen and I died.
Turn the page for the first chapter of Forever, the continuation of Jonathon and Kylie’s story. Also included, is the first chapter of my other series, Outsider.
FOREVER
Everything has been leading them to this moment…
Jonathon and Kylie have something The Originals want…
Something The Originals will fight to the death to have…
Something Jonathon and Kylie will die to protect…
War is looming between vampires and The Originals…
Forever has never looked so far away…
Just when Jonathon and Kylie thought they had found their forever everything changes.
Prologue
There was a girl…
There was a vampire…
And there was a prophecy…
Chapter One: Help Her
Jonathon
She lay there unmoving. Fragile. Broken. So… human. I felt responsible. It was my duty to protect her and I had failed. Because of me her life was hanging on a thread. In any other circumstance I would just turn her but that’s not what she wanted and I wouldn’t go against her wishes. I wondered if she knew she was dying if she would change her mind. I couldn’t think like that. It would kill me. Our tide was just starting to look up and then this had to happen. I could still hear her screams echo in my head as her body moved around the car like a pinball. I remember thinking at the time that her seatbelt should have stopped her but I guessed the car had turned and twisted too much for it to do any good. I had put my arm out to hold her back but then her head hit the glass and she had blacked out.
“Kylie, stay with me. Oh my God! Please stay awake! There’s so much blood! If you can hear me just keep listening to my voice! Don’t go to sleep! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I love you! Please, don’t leave me!”
I ripped my way out of the crumpled car and tried to get to her. I could already hear the high pitched squeal of police sirens and an ambulance. I ripped the passenger door off. I didn’t care who saw. Kylie was more important than any witness of my herculean strength.
The man had come out of nowhere. He looked familiar but ghostly like an apparition or something but Kylie had seen him too. While I tried to tend to her another part of my brain was trying to figure out whom the man was and if he had even been real.
I felt for her pulse and couldn’t find one. I became panicked. This was bad. Worse than bad.