Untold Truth ( Jack strify fan fiction)

Chapter 15: I'm dying

Chapter 15: I’m dying

Knives p.o.v

Ever since jack found me not breathing that night he has always been by my side; helping me with house work, taking me to work and buying tea when I ran out. It was like we were a married couple even tho we were just friends. It’s been about a week since that night and my doctor is still wasn’t sure what’s wrong with me. Two days after that I had a stroke closing the shop at work I was lucky Jeremy was certified in CPR if not I would had died there. Now I wake up with chest pains time to time but it didn’t stop there I developed a new side effect.

BLOOD.

 

I would wake up to throw up small amounts of blood after having another one of those nightmare or dreams I didn’t even know  what to call them anymore some were nice and peaceful others were a bit harsh; rounding around in a castle while father was away. In these strange I was known as a Victoria. I wonder how my mind was capable to come up with that name and how jack was known as “Lord” strify which I found to be funny but there was about these dreams that felt real to me.

-Flashback-

My shoes echoed slightly though the halls as I ran pass them with tears staining my face “Strify!” I froze in my tracks sensing his presence. “My lord…please…forgive me” his stood there  looking at me with his blue eyes that were filled with concern. “Victoria what’s wrong?” he spoke in a slight whisper caressing my cheek wiping away a falling tear. “My father has arranged me to be married” he face harden “Let’s discuss this in my study...NOW” he grabbed my wrist leading us to his study in a hurry. Once there I sat in one of his royal chairs in front of his desk while he just stood next to me trying his best to stay claim. “My lord strify my father can’t know of our affair” I held his face in my hands. “Victoria wir müssen ihm sagen” (Victoria we have to tell him)

-End of flashback-

“Knives wake up” jack whisper shaking me, I opened my eyes to see his face “what are you doing?” I asked siting up on my bed rubbing my eyes in the progress. “You wanted me to wake you up, get dressed you have a doctor’s appointment to go to” he got off my bed and left my room closing the door behind him giving me privacy, I slide into skinny jeans and long-sleeve t-shirt, applied eyeliner and purple lipstick.” Ok i’m ready”

jack drove me to the doctors in silence we waited the waiting room it felt forever but they finally called my name  “knives kappel” a nurse called my name I grew confused once we pasted the room instead she led me to my doctor’s office I guess the test results are in.  The nurse gave me a sad smile closing the door leaving as I took a sit Dr. Kaufmann just looked at me blankly for a moment. “Ms. Kappel there is no easy way to say this... You have hanhart syndrome type II it’s a rare heart diseases and unfortunately there is no curse”.

Tears ran though my face. “How long do I have to live?” I wiped away my tears “well given your lifestyle you have a good amount of time but I suggest keeping that young man that takes care of you” I walked out of his office not saying a word. Jack asked if everything was ok I nodded not wanting to speak, I removed my clothes and stepped into the warm bath I had prepared for myself sinking in the water as the tears fall once again.

 I’m dying.

Jack’s p.o.v

She’s lying to me I know she is. Well looks like my plan will have to  be played a little faster. I went back to see her doctor he was now handcuffed in his chair as a read her file. “Hmm interesting so she’s dying” my eyes glow red as I looked at the fool that was my beloved’s doctor “tsk tsk tsk” I shook my head in disappointment. “I WON’T LOSS HERE AGAIN “and the one who diagnosed her will pay for it.

His blood was everywhere……

I went home to rest after that I hated killing humans but in some cases it’s expectable. Johanna noticed I wasn’t being myself.

“Meister, was falsch ist?” (Master what’s wrong?) She asked brushing my hair. “Mein geliebter stirbt” (my beloved is dying) I stared at the mirror looking at…me. Miserable lonely. .

“Meistern sie die zeit ist gekommen,” (master the time has come) I looked at my maid confused. She looked around my jewelry box and pulled out the ring.

It’s time Victoria