Hazel Taylor

I couldn’t believe Salem was dead. It was raining and my tears mixed with it. I could taste the salt from my tears and the rain as I looked at my dead friend. My hand on his chest looking down into his gorgeous face. “Salem don’t do this to me!” I gasped. I didn’t tell him how I felt, I ran out of time. 

“What happened?” His voice was hollow and ghostly. I closed my eyes exasperated hearing his voice confirmed that he was dead as I feared. I hated my gift. Why couldn’t I be normal? I sobbed if I was normal I wouldn’t have met him. “Why am I dead? What happened to me?” He kept asking me over and over as I ignored him. 

“Salem come back to me!” I sobbed and put my hand over my mouth. I was in hysterics I needed to calm down and still my senses. I took calm, cleansing breathes and the ghost of Salem disappeared.

The rain continued and it went with the somber mood. I knew people were watching us but I toned them out. We were with people we knew and liked but I wanted to be alone with Salem, yet this wasn’t the place.

I was shook by a strong hand “We have to move him now.” A husky male voice told me. I look over and see Hensley. I nod and bite my lip getting up in a standing position. 

Hensley has Salem in his arms and starts walking back to the Institute with others. “Get Callum and the vampires.” I say my voice raw.

There’s whispers and I know I’m getting looks, Hell this might not even work. Could I get the man I love to come back to life? And if it doesn’t work how am I going to continue on with my life seeing his ghost? Not only that, but it was against the rules. If Callum or the vampires actually took it upon my offer to bring Salem back to life we would be out of the institute forever.