THE BITTEN PASSION

chapter 17

We arrived at the hospital right after we landed. "Bonjour, I'm looking for Brook Smith, I'm her sister." I said to the guy at the front desk of the ER. "Oui, floor three room seventy-three." "Merci!" I yelled halfway through the halls. "Welcome madam." He yelled back.

I reached Brook room to see who should I say.... none other than the sick man himself... Luke, he had his head done, obviously fake crying. "You!" I screamed almost attacking him, but the boys held me back. "Its your fault Brooks dead. You perpetrator!" I struggled out of their grasp. Luke got up and laughed. Sick, that's what he is; he should have been the one who had died not Brook.

"oh poor Daniella, should've watched out to see who your sister was going to marry. Brook was so naïve, she was only searching for love, she gave you advice on what to do and who to choose and to be wise but she never took that advice for herself now did she." He was now in front of me and stroked my cheek and laughed before disappearing.

The boys let me go and I ran to Brooks room. I took her hand into mine, so cold, I wondered why she didn't just turn into a bat or disappeared. If she did, she wouldn't be here. I cried so much just holding her. The images of when my parents were murdered flashed back into my mind. Brook was holding onto my parents crying, and that was what I was doing now with her.

"Daniella." Liam came over and hugged me.  I hugged back, later we were all in a group hug crying. "She's in a better place now." Niall said soothing me. I just nodded and cried even more.

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It's been two months and its already Brook's funeral. It was being held in Vampcatria. Harry, Niall, Louis, Liam, and Zayn couldn't come for two reasons, one, they're really busy and two, there not vampires.

Brook was being buried next to my parents' grave. Everyone from Vampcatria was there. As I stood there, I felt like I was replaying this exact moment all over again.

"We are here, gathered today for the lost of our beloved Princess Brook Cowell Smith." The priest began to say but I was daydreaming. All the memories Brook and I shared, the good, bad, miserable, hilarious, and so many others. Smiling to myself I remembered the time we had our first fight to the last memory we shared. Happy and sad tears mixed together and spilled out.

They were about too burry her when I ran up to her casket and just held on crying. I wasn't ready to loose her, I couldn't loose her, but I did. Gerard and the girls pulled me away so they can burry her. They played her favorite song 'FOREVER YOUNG'. I remember dancing, and us singing it was OUR favorite song.

After all that the girls, Gerard, and I went to the palace for the rest of the day before we went back to London. Modest killed my parents, Luke killed my sister, is modest and Luke working together? That was the last thought that past through my mind before everything turned black. I heard faint screaming and blackness just took over me. Was this my end? No it can't be!