Vulpecula ✔️

Wake up.

Kayden's POV.

I held her close. I couldn't seem to let go of her. My heart beat so loud, I was afraid it would burst out of my chest. But Ava, she wasn't waking up. She wasn't moving at all. And she was bleeding. There was so much blood on her.

As soon as the explosion happened, the world stilled around me. I could see nothing. Or feel. Because I just thought of her. All the creatures turned into ash and flew with the air. And when I could see the magic being lifted off, the illusion of the forest disappearing into nothing, I ran towards her. Towards where I knew she was.

"Clayton heal her!" I roared. Everyone was standing behind me. Silent tears dropping down their cheeks as they watched me cradle her to my chest.

I wasn't ready to let go of her. She wasn't going to die on me. I wanted her to live a long life with me. Live every moment that I had planned out in my mind. My future with her. And even if she didn't want to be with me, it was okay. I could live with the knowledge that she will be alive and well. Happy, if not with me then with someone else.

Clayton stepped forward along with some others whom I didn't know. They all lifted their hands and chanted some spells. I could smell the tang of magic in the air. The bitter taste it left in the atmosphere.

The chanting grew louder and louder but she didn't move. Didn't flinch a muscle or lift her chest to fill air in her lungs. No reaction from her. Ava was as still as the night.

Feeling the desperation fill my veins, I shook her gently and wiped her face. She wouldn't want to wake up with her face dirty, or for that matter her clothes dirty. But I could only clean her face. And watch her as she laid there in my arms.

I winced when I neared her wounds. It must've hurt her so bad. I cleaned every inch of her face and her neck. She must be feeling fresh now.

All while I didn't realise when ny own tears began falling. I felt disgusted because the fucking tears wouldn't let me see her face. I could not see her beautiful face. So calm. Even when she won the war for us. When she killed him for us.

I furiously wiped the tears from my face.

"Kayden." A helpless whisper from Harry. And I knew. I knew that she wouldn't wake up. That she was gone far away from me. From us.

And I couldn't help but blame myself. If we hadn't forced her into this world of supernatural. Into this war, she would be alive and having dinner with John and Jo-Jo. But no. We had to be selfish and make a 17 year old girl fight with a man who was centuries old.

"This is all our fault. We shouldn't have done this!" I yelled at no one in particular. Gripping her body more tightly. "She would be alive right now. It's all our fault! We killed her. Not Aldrik. We did!"

"Kaden please." Calla sobbed as she held my shoulder.

"No! Correct me if I'm wrong! She was just a normal girl wanting to live her life like any of us. She wanted to party like we did when we were teenagers. She wanted to see the world outside her house. And this is what she gets for befriending us. We killed her. She should have stayed away from us. We are to blame for this. Who will tell John that his daughter is dead now?! Who will tell Jo-Jo that her first child is dead because of us?!" I cried and cried until I couldn't anymore.

Until the sobs subsided. And I couldn't breathe enough properly.

Please wake up Angel.

Please.

I took deep breaths and pulled away from her. I studied her face. Her features and memorized everything. Every little detail. She is beautiful. My angel.