Violent Delights and Ends

Epilogue

An afterlife epilogue to give the story a happy ending.

Barry's POV

When I died I woke up in a bright garden. Similar to the one in the Queen Mansion if it hadn't been abandoned. I was lying on the green grass and I noticed the birds in the blue sky above. When I sat up I noticed beautiful flowers and trees and a fountain. It also appeared I was a human again. My body wasn't that cold and pale.
  A fancy white shirt and dark pants was lying on a bench nearby as if someone had placed them there for me. I got dressed and then I walked around in the garden. Taking in the sights, the sounds and the fresh air.
  "Welcome home, my beautiful boy." A voice said that sounded a lot like my mother's and I quickly turned around and noticed both my parents standing there. They looked the same as I remembered them. My mother still had her beautiful red hair and my father had the same dimples on his face. I started crying as I walked up to them.
  "Hello, slugger." My father said before they pulled me into a group hug and then they both hugged me one-on-one. I was too busy hugging my parents and crying in relief that I was reunited with them that I didn't hear the quiet footsteps behind us.
  "Barry." Oliver's familiar voice caused me to ease the embrace with my mother and I slowly turned around. His werewolf nature had seemed to worn off too when he died. His blue eyes were still shining, but they didn't look that icy blue. He was wearing the tux he wore when we got married before I died. "I most definitely didn't marry you only to lose you the same night." he said and I let out a chuckle as I tossed myself in his arms with tears of relief on my face.
  "I love you so much." I sighed as I squeezed my handsome husband as tight as I could. He held me close and then he pulled back to look me in the eyes.
  "I love you too. That's why I'm here now so we can be together forever." Oliver said as he cupped my face in his hands. Those hands were no longer extremely warm against my very cold skin. They were just warm and my skin was warm too. Then he leaned in for a tender toe-curling kiss and I relished in the fact that nothing could tear us apart anymore. We smiled throughout the kiss so much that our lips parted because of it.
  "Mr and Mrs Allen, I hope you're okay with me stealing your son for a moment because I'd very much like for him to meet my father and my best friend." My husband said very politely to my parents who were still standing behind us. They both chuckled.
  "Of course. We will have forever to catch up on all your adventures." My mother said with a gentle pat on my back.
  Then Oliver grabbed my hand and steered me away into the wonderful garden and we walked into the rest of our eternity together.