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You don't want to be here.
You don't want to be fighting under Maria, and you certainly don't want to die for her— twice.
The only good thing to come of your transition is Jasper Whitlock. Though he's Maria's second in command, you sense a humanity in him that's completely absent in Maria. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel anything for him. In fact, the only reason you've been fight to stay useful to Maria is so you can get Jasper out. He can't spend eternity next to someone who's only using him for her personal gain. You won't allow it.
"(Y/N)? You okay?" the youngest newborn, Jack, asks. You take a breath and ruffle his hair.
"Yeah, buddy, I'm all right. You?"
"Yeah."
A little breath of cold rushes over you, telling you that Jack is lying, and you smile softly at him.
"Wanna sit on the roof?"
"Please," he nods. You and Jack easily jump onto the roof of your latest camp and stare at the stars, "Y'know, I used to go stargazing with my ma."
"Really?" He nods. "I used to stargaze with my little brother. You remind me of him."
"What was his name?"
"Mason. A charmer, but it was all a front. Pure mischief ran in that bastards veins," you grin, "but I loved him."
"What happened to him?"
If you could physically cry, you would, but you have nothing inside you. Nothing but the memory of what it felt like to cry to remind you that you were once human, as opposed to a blood sucking monster.
"He died," you sigh, finding the Little Dipper; Mason's favorite.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Jack says, wrapping his hand around yours. You smile sadly at him.
"Thanks, bud."
"(Y/N), Jack," Jasper calls from below. You and Jack move to the edge of the roof, and you meet Jasper's blood red eyes. If you still had a heart, you're sure it would've skipped a beat or thirty.
"Yeah?"
"Maria is holding a meeting. Let's go." You frown, ignoring Jasper's subtle glare at your negative response. You, Jack, and Jasper enter the barn, waiting for Maria to start her spiel about tomorrow's battle. You zone out, looking around at your fellow undead. Many of you are no older than twenty-five, and many of you have families that you will never see again due to Maria's greed.
"I care about each and every one of you," Maria says. Cold rushes over you, though you don't need your power to tell you that she's lying. You roll your eyes as Maria wraps up. "We leave at dawn."
