Calliette

What Have I Done

Tess put away the knife. She walked up to the glass cupboard which displayed the box that I assumed contained the Emerald Malkia. She smashed the glass with the stake that was still in her other hand. An alarm went off. All the vampires in the vicinity were subdued, guild made sure of that, it was of no consequence. Tess placed her medium length stake back in her weapons holder.
Juliette was on the floor bleeding, a long stake through her heart, tied to the column in a bunch of silver chains. Two guild members mauled and bleeding shrewd around near her. A jolt of pain went through me. I felt sick like I need to throw up, I wanted to look away from her but I couldn't. I looked back and forth between Tess and Jules. I knew what would happen, it was my idea, wasn't it? But did I plan this? Did I plan for Juliette to be wrapped in silver with a stake through her heart, struggling, her eyes fixed on the Malkia's case, on Tess. Desperation and defeat in her blue eyes currently flooded with despair and tears. Did I plan for them to hurt her like this, this much? Did I truly plan for her to be in so much pain. I wanted to hurt her, I wanted her to feel pain. The same pain I felt went she took my brother from me and tore my family apart but this... no, not this. I gagged, turning around and retching in the nearest corner. Tess looked back at me annoyed or confused. I looked back at Juliette and my heart ached, every bone, organ, cell in my body hurt. I retched again. I heard Tess break the glass. "This is it" I heard her whisper. Thoughts flooded my head. Thoughts of the massacre of Juliette's family dying. Was those my thoughts or hers? Hers, I didn't care about her family and then those thought leaked away, the images dimmed and then abruptly disappeared.  My head shot up to Juliette, her head was leaning limply forward, eyes closed, she passed out. My breath caught in my throat. I heard the creaking of hinges on the box. Seconds felt longer than they should. I saw Juliette instantly dying as Tess staked the snake. I saw her chained go completely limp and still against the column. I felt her disappear. Her blue eyes fade to dimness and her expression go slack. I gripped my stake tighter and shoved it through Tess causing her to drop the box and the emerald Malkia.
What had I done?! Tess lay there bleeding, a spear through her side. She had screamed, she was still screaming. I didn't think I just acted. I covered her mouth. I pressed my hand against her mouth until she stopped squirming out. Her blood pooled against my knees. There was blood so much blood. Did I kill Tess, what did I do?
I felt like I was on autopilot, Juliette was passed out. She looked so pale, paler than usual. There was blood all over her light blue shirt, pooling outwards from the big stake rammed into her heart. There were red angry welts all over her body were the silver chains met her skin. Red bruises all over her face and arms. She fought back but there were too many. My heart ached, my poor Juliette. What did I do? I didn't mean this. I felt the tears running down my face, tasted their saltiness before I even knew that I was crying. I knelt beside my Juliette frantically breaking the heavy silver chains. She slumped towards me. Still unconscious, the spear still inside her. I pulled it out. Thinking how many times had I ripped apart Juliette's heart. In that moment with Juliette so broken. It was all I could think of. Not of Tess laying mere feet away, not of the Malkia, not of the guild, not of my family, not of my honour. My thoughts were only of Juliette, my poor broken Juliette. And it was me that had broke her and did I mean to? Looking at her now, so small, so hurt. No, I was only angry, blindingly angry and now I was sorry. I held her in my arms, she was unmoving. I shook her. She was a legacy she had to heal. She had to. She was too still. I looked over to the Malkia's box open on the ground. I shook Juliette. I shook her. I could feel my heart pounding. I screamed! I screamed for Juliette. I screamed for her to hear me, for her to wake up. She was unmoving. It hurt to try to breathe, my heart pounded erratically in my head. I acted I didnt think. I grabbed my knife slicing my wrist and put it to her mouth. Juliette was cradled in my arm limp, bloodied, bruised and pale as a ghost, my wrist shoved against her mouth staining all of it red. "Please" I silently begged as tears streamed down my face.