Loving you was a miracle (not a mistake) godric and Eric LS

Hell

Elizabeth's POV

Five years. Five very long years. She would be ten by now. In reality she would be forty seven years old in a little girls body. But that just makes it worse. She never made it to her birthday. And that's what hurts the most. The little girl I saw as a sister. My little sister. She never deserved what she got. She never deserved to be resting at the bottom of the ocean. She should be here, with us.

It feels like hell. It feels like I'm living through a loop. A hell filled loop. And I hated every second of it.

I keep a picture of us. The only one we had together. I hide it. So the others don't see it. They no longer keep her photos up on the wall anymore. The walls are bare. The wall paper crumbling and chipping. The house was slowly dying. It had lost its heart. It had lost its warmth. Now it seems like death itself lives here. There's no way out. There's no way to bring her back. No matter how much I want to. There was no way to bring her back. And I hated it.

I would give my life for hers in a split second. If it meant she would be able to come home to them.

They all act like zombies instead of vampires. They walk around in silence, look at the walls for long periods of time. It gets scary sometimes. But they haven't shown that they would harm me or anyone else in this house. They all just seen hallow, and I understand all of it. They lost a big part of them and so did I. I lost a very large part of my life. I miss her so much. My rosy. My little sister. I didn't know her that long. But she crawled her way into my heart. And I just miss her so much.

Godrics not the same. Not really. I've been told he was different before meeting her. But he was never like this. So hollow. So dead inside. With her, he would smile every time that little girl entered the room, or heard the sound of her voice, her giggle and laughter. I saw how much love he had for my sister. I saw it in his eyes, I saw it in his motives. I saw it in how destroyed he looked when he found out I came back alone. It tore something inside of him and I knew he would never get that back. He and Eric spent so many years with her. So much time, wasted.

And now, all her photos, her clothes. Hidden away, so they wouldn't have to look at them. But I knew it still hurt them. Because her scent still carries on the walls. Or that's what I've heard. I don't have the same smell as a vampire. But I'm pretty sure her scent lingers on everything. In their room, in their coven. Everything.

And Eric, Eric was always so sarcastic and teasing. But now? Now it just seems like he's dead to the world sometimes. He sits and just stares, stares at the walls for hours. It's like no ones home In his now dual eyes. Once they were full of happiness and love. Love he had for Rosa. He loved her more then anything. All those times he would laugh and play with her. The way he would hold her, it broke my heart to see him like that. Because now, now he doesn't seem like he has a purpose to live, just like godric. And I fear sooner or later they'll both want the true death. I may not know a lot about vampires and their mates. But I know the love the three of each other had for one another. I knew the two of them would soon meet the final death. Just to be with her.

And Isobel. A mother should never have to find out their child's death. Especially if they die sea, or the fact that she never got to see her one last time, or even her body. I've heard that the minute Isobel found out about her and seen her with her own two eyes, she fell in love with the sweet little girl, and soon became her mother. And she was a great mother to Rosa. She truly was. Seeing as she couldn't have any of her own. She had Rosa. Her own child to call her own. But now, all she does is walk around the nest like she's a ghost. She hardly feeds, and when not feeding, she's in her room. I could always hear the sound of her sobs and it breaks my heart every time I do. She lost her baby, her child. I never wish that upon anyone. Losing a child is like losing your heart. A piece of you forever.

And Stan, well, that surprised me. Seeing as how Stan was. Stan could be an asshole when wanted to. Everyone knew that. But ever since Rosa came in the picture. I've heard the man laugh, I think he once had a soft spot for Rosa. I found out I was right the day he found out Rosa was gone. He fled the room, leaving a hole in the wall. No longer was he Stan the asshole. He just stares. At the walls, at the floors, at everything, except for people. Because if you ask him if he's alright. He'll growl at you, snarl at you, threaten to bite, and he'll hiss at you. He definitely wasn't the same. I think Rosa was his person, his little human. I've heard him call her that.

Like I said. The house is dying, the walls chipping. It's like death moved in and never left. And frankly I don't think he'll ever leave. I think he's here to stay. For however long. I knew they were never going to be the same. And I knew I would never be the same. Not for the rest of my life. But I knew for Sure. I was never going to forget her. I would always make sure her memory stayed alive. I owed that to her. She deserved to be remembered. I'll tell my children about her. My grandchildren. My great children. And I know for rest of my bloodline, they would know about their aunt.

My little Rosa.

Forever will you stay alive. In memory. I promise.