Deleted Scenes (and more) Compilation

Scene Draft (Dawn of the Vampires)

Whenever I'm writing and I have quite a heavy, emotional scene coming up, I like to draft it first. The reason being is that it not only makes the scene more powerful, but it stops me from diving too deep into the emotions of it and losing myself. Dawn of the Vampires had more than its fair share of emotional scenes, but this was the first draft of a scene from chapter 25. (Please note that Dawn of the Vampires and all things related are protected by copyright).

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             Dawn of the Vampires
          (Scene Draft; Harley's death)

It was over before he could blink. In the flash of a millisecond, he saw Harley's face; widened, pained green eyes and dropped jaw, and heard Demitri's echoing battle cry as he pierced through her sternum from behind with a slim metal pole with a jagged end where it had been unceremoniously split in two. He could hear another voice. A loud, heart-wrenching yell and it wasn't until he found himself catching her as she fell, that he realized that the voice was his own.

Her body landed in his arms with a harsh jerking motion that sent her head backwards, smashing against the stone floor of the cave. If he had a beating heart, he was certain it would have hammered hard enough to break free of his chest. She was still breathing, though it was shallow and wheezy, like an angry wind howling through the empty halls of a creepy house. Her eyes were open just a slither, standing out against her pale skin. He kept one hand around her, elevating her slightly, and moved the other to her face. She was cold like ice, yet small beads of sweat were forming on her forehead.

Already, he knew that he was losing her. His eyes burned with tears that felt more like acid and he glared up at Demitri, who was standing over them with a malicious smirk upon his face. He pulled his eyebrows together in a frown, trying to ready himself for an attack. But it never came. One moment, the merciless vampire was standing there, and the next he was gone. The battle still raged on throughout the tunnels and a thousand death screams and despaired yells filled his ears. Yet he made no move to join them, and his sole focus remained on Harley.

His eyes drifted down to the wound that was flowing a river of blood. He slid his hand down to attempt to slow the bleeding, but to no avail. With a sigh, he removed his hand, now dyed crimson, and squirmed uncomfortably from the sight. It ignited a raging hunger that made him want to run as far away as possible through fear that he couldn't fight it. He ignored the sight and refocused his attention on her face; her eyes were starting to slip.

"D- Don't." He choked. "Don't you close those eyes."

He knew begging was useless. She opened her eyes a little wider but it was beyond her control and he felt all the time in the world slipping away as he held her. She was holding on to the last weak thread of life, fighting just like he knew she would. But her grip was slipping fast, and suddenly it all came back to the choice that he had been holding off on making.

"Come on, don't make me do this…" He bit down hard on his trembling lip. "I don't wanna do this…" He felt the first few tears escape down his cheeks.

"Mason."

The sound of his name caught his attention and he lifted his head to see Julian standing only a foot away. He caught the sorrowful look on his best friend's face, and realization dawned on him. If he didn't make the choice now, he knew that the passing time would make it for him. He could plead and beg all he wanted, but nothing he could say would undo what Demitri had done. He wiped furiously at his eyes, smearing her blood across his face in the process.

"P- please!" He begged through gritted teeth. "Stay with me."

Julian turned and walked away, knowing better than to loiter around Mason when his emotions were high, and knowing that he could make better use of himself by joining back in the battle. The next time Mason looked up, there was no one standing before him.