Drowning (1st book)

22. Blood

I am blindfolded. Right now I'm in some kind of transportation device.
I'm guessing it's a car.

Asher is right beside me.

Our bodies bounce up and down against the force of the car driving over the land.

Asher and I cannot speak because of the gags in our mouths, but I can speak to him.

This isn't your fault, I think to him.

Asher squeezes my hand.

The car abruptly stops.

The doors in the back open.

So definitely a car.

My arms are violently grabbed onto and pulled from the room.

Asher struggles to find my hand, but he is being pulled too.

A cloth is being pressed to my mouth and my eyes are getting heavier.

Fight it Rose!

I can't.

I let sleep overtake my body.
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I wake up. My eyes flutter open.

Where am I?

My head is resting on dirt and hay.

I push myself up to a sitting position

There are black, metal bars all around me.

Where am I?

I feel a sharp pain in my forearm.

A long, straight gash in my arm is gushing blood.

I gasp.

They have the blood.

They've reactivated the Michael Sword.

I whip my head around as I hear a low moan.

Asher is sitting on the other side of my cage. About half conscious.

"R-rose I'm s-sorry," Asher stammers.

I grip the bars.

"He has my blood Asher!"

He gives me a weak smile.

"I know."

My eyebrow knit together.

"Is there anything we can do?" I ask.

Asher sighs and runs his hands down his face.

"You can't give him your consent."

I look down to the ground debating what to do.

"Lucifer needs me, so he probably won't kill me, but what about you?"

Asher looks down at the ground.

"He's already scheduled my execution," he says with a grim expression.

Fear and dread hit my gut. My breathing becomes fast and I fall to my knees.

"Wh-what?" I almost whisper.

Asher looks at me directly in my eyes.

"I'm going to be murdered. Here. In front of you," his face is expressionless.

A tear slips down my face. My mouth his hanging wide open.

I feel like my dream is replaying.

"No," I calmly state.

Asher's confused eyes meet mine.

"What?"

"You. Are. Not. Going. To. Die," my hands are shaking.

I start to sob.

Asher moves to grab my hands.

He leans his head against the bars.

"You will not die, Asher Dorian. I love you too much. You will not give up," I harshly whisper.

"I have to," he says squeezeing my hands.

I stare at him.

"You will not FUCKING DIE!" I finish crescendoing my voice.

Asher shakes his head.

Tears are streaming down my face. I can't take it. I can't take life without Asher.

Then it hits me, this is my final moment with Asher. My final moment until he becomes a memory.

In time, I've discovered that all things become memories. The person's hand your holding will someday be a small memory in your brain, while the actual person is rotting in a casket six feet under.

I don't want Asher to become a memory.

In this moment, his blue eyes are shimmering with life, but in a matter if minutes; he'll have no spark at all.

I rest my head on the bar his head is resting on and sob.

I let all the pain and fear out.

I let all my memories of happiness with Asher.

I let out all my 'what if's', 'could have been's', and 'should be's' in one single sob.

I think about the future we could have had.

It wouldn't have worked.

I would have grown old, and he would have stayed flawlessly young.

I hear two people walk in.

I lift my head to see two disgusting demons.

"We need Asher."

No!

They grab him by his shoulders and place his body underneath them.

"No!" I scream.

I shake the bars and bang on them.

"Rose, I love you. Never forget that," he says looking at the floor.

One of the demons pulls out a sword.

I moan.

Please no!

I sob uncontrollably.

"Please! Please!"

They pull the sword back into his heart

Asher's eyes widen in shock. His mouth opens and his back spasms in pain.

His body slowly doubles over and his face lands facing me.

I watch the life slowly drain out of his eyes.

My stomach burns.

I gag. I need to vomit.

I let out a mass eruption of phlegm.

I clutch my stomach and sob.

"R-Ro-" Asher tries to mumble.

"Yes?" I ask, but that's all I'm going to get.

His eyes close.

"I-is it possible for me to be forgiven for all I've done?" Asher whispers.

"Of course," I answer, but he's already too gone.

Asher is dead.

Asher Dorian is dead.

Dead.

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