I'll Fight For You

"And he just left?" Jess asked in my ear. I shifted on my bed to lie down, holding my phone to my ear as I did so.
"He just left." I confirmed.
"Why didn't you tell me? You decide to leave it a week."
"Sorry, I didn't know what to think of it." I explained.
"But apart from Vic what's been happening?" Jess asked.
"I'm still having dreams but nothing has actually happened."
"You mean you haven't seen her?" Jess asked, relief in her voice.
"Oh I've seen her," I laughed. "Bleeding wrists and all." I added grimly.
"Do you understand it though? That's what Aidan always tried to do. If you understand it there's a chance it may stop." she explained.
"I don't understand any of it." I sighed.
"Maybe you should look through Aidan's things." she offered.
"I will if it gets too bad." I promised.
Then I heard a bang at my window. I sat up straight in bed and stepped slowly across the floor. I stopped at the window and opened it up. I looked out and frowned when I found no one.
"Are you still there?" Jess asked.
"Shit!" I exclaimed. Vic's head appeared in front of me. He was hanging on my window sill, pulling himself up. "I need to go." I told Jess.
"Okay, catch up tomorrow." she said before she hung up. I dropped my phone down onto my desk and looked at Vic. He held his hand out for me and I pulled him up. He managed to pull himself inside and looked around him.
"I've never done that before." Vic told me.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, hugging my body.
"I need to talk, Han'."
"About what?" I sighed. I went over to my bed and sat down. Vic followed me and sat down next to me.
"Okay, I used to cut myself!" Vic rushed.
"What?" I asked weakly.
"When I was sad or angry or depressed I would get a blade and cut across my skin. I have scars over my chest and wrists."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked quietly.
"Because you need to know that I trust you. More than that, I believe in you. And if I believe in you that means I believe everything you say to me."
"You believe me?" I smiled hopefully.
"I do," he nodded. "You would never lie to me. But I'm scared, Han'. I'm really scared that these bad people are going to come and take you away from me."
"I'm scared too." I admitted.
"I don't get it," Vic shook his head. "Why you?"
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"Is this a one in a generation deal? Or did someone come tell you on your birthday you can see ghosts?"
"You've been watching too much Buffy and Harry Potter," I smiled lightly. "I don't know why I see the things that I do. I don't understand it. Everyone sees things but some people carry on seeing them. I guess I'm one of those people." I tried to explain.
"How do you see them though?"
"It used to be just shadows."
"And now it isn't?"
"I wish," I mumbled. "I hear voices in my ear. Sometimes they're like we're talking. Sometimes they're screaming. And I see them so clear. Like I would see a normal person." I explained.
"Can they hurt you?" he asked quietly.
"Yes." I looked down. Vic took my hand and I looked up to him.
"How?"
"They make me see things. I can feel what they felt, Vic. Sometimes it's like it's killing me."
"Your back!" he gasped.
"Yeah, that was her."
"Who?"
"Lauren." I sighed.
"She isn't just someone who followed you here."
"She did follow me." I told him.
"But Lauren isn't like us."
"She's dead." I breathed.
"Is she . . ."
"The main one at the moment? Yes," I nodded. "But they can do other things."
"Like what?"
"They can make me do things. They can get inside me."
"What does that mean?"
"Before I left LA there was something that happened. My friend was taken away from me. I went to help her with Jaime. I was too late."
"What happened?" Vic urged. "Did she. . .?"
"She didn't die. Its so much worse," I brought a hand up to my mouth. "They showed her the things they showed me. It drove her insane. She couldn't handle it. She wasn't strong enough," I choked. I was crying now and sobs wracked my chest. Vic went closer to me and pulled me to him. He wrapped his arms around me and I cried into his chest. "Before I could do anything they took me over. I don't know how. But they got inside me. I don't even know what I did, I can't remember. Jaime won't talk about it, it's too bad." Vic was stroking my hair and holding me tightly.
"I'm so sorry. I'm terrified for you, Han'." Vic told me. I looked up and him and into his eyes. I could see it. He really was terrified.
"I don't want to be left on my own." I told him.
"Han'," he said. I looked at him and he gave me a small smile. "I don't know why I feel like this. But I do. So I promise you I will never leave you."
"Are you sure?" I asked him weakly.
"I don't care about all of this stuff. You could drag me down to hell with you. I'd still be here."
"Stop," I raised a hand. "Just stop and tell me why you feel the way you feel."
"I don't know." Vic frowned.
"After everything I've just told you how can you believe the supernatural has nothing to do with your feelings?"
"I know there's something more. It isn't just me, it's these bad people. But I don't care. It doesn't change anything." Vic rushed.
"I don't want anything messing with you."
"Too late." he smiled. Vic looked at me and took my face in his hands gently. He started to lean in but I stopped him.
"I'm not going to let you do this. You don't know what you're getting into."
"I do." Vic responded.
He started to lean in again and so did I. My lips touched his. Vic kissed me and I kissed back. My arms went around Vic's neck and he pulled me close to his body. I felt high as he was kissing me. It was like I was dizzy.
Eventually we pulled away and rested our foreheads against one another. Vic smiled widely at me and I smiled back. I moved so I was lying down on my bed and Vic copied me. He took my hand and we both stared up at the ceiling.
"What's going on?" Vic finally said.
"I don't know." I replied. I really don't know.

Notes

Hey! Vic knows properly now. And he's okay with it. Are they together? What I'd the connection you have? Do you think the supernatural has something to do with it? Will they stay together? Any predictions or questions? :)