Tragic Love ➳Sequel to "Flaming Desire"

Last Dance

Victoria's POV

"One of you has to die to save the other" I heart sank at what Ester said. "I'll do it" Said Carter, standing up, I pulled him back down. "Excuse me? What?! Are you crazy? No! No one is going to die!" I yelled in panic, standing up in outrage.

"Vict-" I cut Ester off. "No! There has to be a loophole to this! There's always a way out!" I yelled. I'm so not going to let Carter die. "I'm so sorry, child. But there isn't." She replied, sadness and disbelief, filling my eyes.

"If Carter takes off the ring, your energy and power will slowly come back to you and you will be okay, but, if you are the one to take yours off, all your power will slowly be taken by Carter. His ring will consume it and slowly make you weak...and age.." Bonnie trailed off, whispering some words.

"And die" I added, feeling tears soak my cheeks. "Just try and find something. Please..." I begged, sitting up and looking at Ester and Bonnie straight in the eye.

Bonnie smiled lightly "We'll try"

Carter is not going to die. I'm not letting it happen

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The Next Day

I sat on the kitchen counter, waiting for them to wake up. Bonnie went back to Mystic Falls and promised to call when she finds something. I'm seriously stress eating. I've been eating all morning.

I never really had a good night sleep last night, I keep repeating to myself, Carter is going to be fine, you are going to be fine. Nothing to worry about.

And yet, I can't help but feel that strange knot in my stomach telling me that I shouldn't get my hopes up. Which is incredibly irritating. Ester is in Elijah's Library, flicking through her grimore.

I know, a few days ago, she tried to kill us and stabbed me in the back but we don't have a choice. She's a powerful witch and she can help me and Carter. I tried to help her but she said I should conserve my strength...blah blah blah.

The worse is, they all agreed that I shouldn't waste my energy on witch activities and what-not, considering I'm slowly aging and dying. So basically, all the people residing in this mansion, treat me like a piece of glass, ready to break any second now.

I find that, completely stupid. I feel perfectly fine. I haven't puked blood in 12 hours so, that's something. I don't feel like I'm getting weak and old too. It's just kinda weird to think that, I'm not a vampire anymore.

I'm just a werewolf and a witch. When I get injured I heal extremely slow. It's a thing I'm not very used to. Whilst I lived for a thousand years without a single scar. All thanks to my vamp-side.

And now, When I cut or injure myself and takes me forever to heal. Apparently, werewolves heal slower than vampires do. Sometimes I just use my magic to heal myself, but Kol caught me and started giving me the 'save your strength' lecture again.

I got off the counter and started to feel a little dizzy, but I just ignored it and kept walking. I reached and opened the cupboard and pulled out a mug. I want coffee and brownies! Yep. There goes my cravings.

I picked up my mug and put some coffee in it. I took a sip at my coffee, leaning on the kitchen sink. My goodness, why aren't they up yet? Are they hibernating or something?

As I walked to the couch, I felt the ground started to shake and I feel a lot dizzier than last time. I started coughing up...dirt? Oh come on! Really? I'm still craving! Give me a break!

The shaking stopped and I fell to my knees, continuously coughing up dirt. I heard loud footsteps at the stairs, drawing closer and closer to me.

"Victoria, are you okay?" Kol asked...I think. Yeah, Kol. yeah, I'm fine, just puked up dirt and found out that I'm dying...not a big deal. I gave him a death glare and he raised his hands in surrender. He helped me up my feet, holding onto my waist for support.