Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

title: The Burning Building: Part 1

genre: Unrequited/Romance/Angst/Alternative Theory

pairing: Eric/Samantha, Narrator/Eric

notes: This isn't canon, but I thought it would be a fun story. (Excuse the grammar/spelling errors)


It wasn't the first time I'd seen him, but he wouldn't have noticed me now even if my hair was on fire. No, not when she was around. Those hazel eyes, that brilliant smile. There's no way that boy would look at me when he had those. It's okay though, someday, he'll be mine. I'm sure of it. At least, I was sure of it. Now I'm not quite so sure. Now that I stare down in to the backyard of his family home where he plays with his three children, I feel a deep sense of dread and longing. He won't be mine, not so long as she is in the world. I want him so bad though, and I find myself willing to do just about anything to get him. Perhaps, I should go back to the beginning. You don't understand why I need him so much, so I guess I'm going to have to tell you.
The first time I met the boy, though he isn't a boy anymore, was when I first joined up with the Better Living Institute. It's not like I had much of a choice mind you, my mother had just gone through a bad divorce, and wanted nothing to do with my father, not that I can remember anything about him. I only found out about him much later. Back to my mother. I look just like her with my rich darker brown hair that flows down to my shoulders and my similarly colored eyes. I look in the mirror, and can see my own beauty, but I know it won't tempt him. Actually, I only know that after I meet him, but that's beside the point. For as long as I've been aware of myself, I've had what you would call fangs. The only way I can describe what I am is something between a vampire and a human-leech. It's not it's cracked up to be though. I'm not immortal, I bleed just like anyone else.
Just like so many others, I have had my past taken from me and replaced with a power that I must learn to use. Unfortunately, mine comes with a rather high price. I won't speak of it now, it didn't matter back then anyway. My power is to get in close to another of my kind, a person with powers, to bite them and take a taste of their blood. Getting woozy yet? Blood is the key, it always has been, especially for powers. The only reason for my fangs is for the extraction of the blood, and I don't need a whole lot to active mine. Getting it though is the dangerous part. The only power I can truly call mine is the short burst of speed I use to get close to my enemies, catch them off guard, and get out of there. As soon as their blood is in my system, they're no match for me. Not only do I have my speed, but I have their powers as well. Not permanently, but for long enough.
Training myself to use my power was difficult, but well worth it. I became an indispensable part of B.L.I., which granted my mother many privileges. I was glad for her, but now I see that it was all nothing but foolishness. She bought in to everything that snake preached. A better tomorrow, a new future, the perfect world. Lies. All of it. I found that out when he burned the number six on to my arm. I saw so much of battle and war from that day on, and I lost faith in myself. How was I supposed to handle death at the age of fifteen? It was madness. Then, I saw him. It was as if a light descended in to my darkness. His blue eyes, his blonde hair, that perfect smile. He wasn't like me, and he certainly wasn't like her. There was a darkness in her heart I could see. Samantha Shepherd. Nothing there but hate and pain. Just like me, but at least I could see the light that boy brought in to that hell.
I watched him, Eric Jackson, every chance I got, was even put on to his team a few times. He saved my life more often than not. Every kind word he spoke to me made me desperate for another. I craved his attention, desperately needing his words. However, his attention belonged on to that [bimbo]. Didn't matter how many times I saved his hide as well, he never looked at me the way he looked at her. That is, until the day I saved her. Surrounded by enemies, and the only way out was to sacrifice someone. So, I did the only rational thing, I would die for him. Okay, so it wasn't so rational, but I had to do something. I grabbed ahold of Samantha's arm, and bit deeply. Of course she cursed me with every horrible name you could think of, but I paid no attention. I then rounded on to Eric, and bit in to him as well, drinking deep of his warm blood. His was different than hers, and I still remember it now. It felt alive, like electricity dancing through my veins. Of course he called me just as many rotten names as she did, but for some reason, his hurt me inside.
I didn't exactly have time to tell them my plan, but forced them to get out. I used their powers for as long as I could. Making barriers to protect myself, crippling the minds of my enemies. I barely managed to get out without dying, though I was badly hurt. I managed to get to the safe house, and that's where I found them. It was the first time he noticed me, and I felt my heart swell with devotion to him.
"Thank you Gwen," he smiled at me, and I felt my heart burn so brightly for him. It was then I believe he noticed me, because he took care of me. Samantha didn't pay much attention to my existance, but Eric bandaged me up, portected me, all because I'd protected her. I would gladly do it all over again if I could just see his eyes glow at me that way again. After that I didn't see him again for a long time. Not until that fateful day years later. I was waiting at one of the B.L.I. outposts for orders on my next mission when the warning alarm went out. I raced through the halls until I was standing outside the "swipe room" and it was then I saw him again. He was unconscious, and he would probably be that way for a while. Anger raced through my veins at the sight of his prone form. They'd taken his memories, as well as Samantha's. Not that I really cared about her, but still. Losing yourself inside your own mind because someone else said that it should be so didn't make it right. Now the boy I fell for was gone, taken away. The light was gone, and all I could think to do was give him a chance to be my light again. I had to get him out. I had to get them out of here. Maybe... Maybe this time he would love me instead.
My mind was made up, this place would not be left standing. It would be nothing but a burning building, and I would save the boy I loved so much.