WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Thirty Nine | She Fell

QOTD: WHO DO YOU THINK DIES NEXT?

Samuel's POV

1 Month Until Victoria's Death...

I could barely catch my breath. I ran down a couple of blocks till I finally saw the lights guiding me to where the event was happening. I pictured myself in a nice suit that defines the muscles on my body with a bouquet in my hand when I approached Isabella, but my imagination was short lived. I didn't expect to have that feeling of fear wash over me, eat me inside, especially after seeing someone I so deeply missed. I thought I would jump up and hug Salem the next time I saw him — that I would leap on him like a boy who just saw his brother come back from the military after he was announced dead, but that wasn't the case. There was something about his smile, the way his mouth moved to the left ever so slightly when he asked me to join him at his home. The same way his mouth moved to the left when he told me about his past — the same way it moved when he lies.

I don't think Salem knows this about himself, and I personally tend to keep people's tells to myself, so they never stop doing it intentionally. For instance, Victoria bites her lower lip when she feels like she's getting caught doing something wrong, Isabella too. Christina tears up. Damon starts laughing hysterically, and I — I black out, and hurt people. "Samuel?" She touched me gently on my shoulder, sending shivers up my entire being. I turn around to see her look up at me with worry in her eyes. I never saw her worry for me, or even care enough to share the tiniest bit of herself with me. I truly believed she was as emotionless as I am, but I guess once again, I was wrong. "Isabella." The words get stuck in my throat after that. I saw her wearing the most perfect black dress that symbolizes every inch of her body, from her hourglass waist to the strain on her hair that laid peacefully on her forehead. Her lips colored the perfect shade of wine red, and in a second, in a millisecond — I fell.

"I didn't know you were coming!" She gave me a hug, and I couldn't help but allow her. Something about being close to a person you plotted on murdering is nice, but falling for them, that's a different feeling altogether. Not once in Victoria and I's wicked planning sessions did I picture myself in this scenario. In a scene where I am actually checking Isabella out, and being in awe of how beautiful a soul could be before you even notice the body.

I knew Isabella looked sexy, that was a given, but I never once noticed how perfect she looked. "Samuel." She snapped her fingers, reminding me that the world around me doesn't stop and wait for my thoughts to finish. "Sorry love," I grinned, "I wanted to surprise you. I know this event is special to you so I thought I could come and show my support." She stood still in front of me, I don't know why she didn't say anything, although it seemed like she was about to. She looked in my eyes, studied me, smiled, and then looked at my lips.

 I wondered if this was it, if this was the moment Isabella would finally lean in and kiss me, take away all of my pain and agony, release me from the chaos that's been going on. I wondered if this was the time where all the voices finally went to sleep and I could breathe out, and as she came closer to me — the judge called out her name and people started clapping. For a moment her and I forgot what people were clapping for. God, I personally forgot I was at the event for a second, and it seemed like she did too, before everyone scattered around her and started talking to her. 

"You got it!" A man said from behind her, "You got the approval!" He added with tears dropping from his eyes. It took a second for her to realize the news. I mean, from all the screaming that happened around us at that moment I could collect that Isabella got approved to start selling her own clothing line on a very famous page, and that she got chosen as Woman of The Year in some magazine, but I couldn't understand why she wasn't happier about all of this. I couldn't understand why she would simply be staring at me, like there isn't a horde of people around us yapping at her.

 Telling her how proud they are and how they will support her till the very end. I couldn't understand why she wasn't delighted with the fact that she finally became the main character and not Victoria's left over, until I realized there was one thing still missing in her life, and I hoped to God and the angels that I wasn't wrong. I didn't think too much about the noises around us, or the cameras flashing in our eyes. I simply leaned in — and kissed her.

I knew that everyone in the world would know, and by everyone in the world I mean Victoria. But I didn't care. I wanted to, and I know she wanted to too because of how she passionately took me in and kissed me back harder. We found a way to get lost between the crowd and run away before she could even give her big speech. 

"You're crazy," She said as I bit her lip, "You're fucking crazy." She breathes out. Clothes went off and went flying all around the mountain where we stood. Quite ironic how Murder Mountain as I liked to call it turned into a sex dungeon somehow, but every bad has a little bit of good in it, or so I hoped. "Give me a second," Isabella pushed back, catching her breath, "I need to go pee." She smiled and got off. For a moment I wished I went after her, watched her back, but I was so invested in everything happening that I didn't have time to think of all the evil that might occur. I couldn't help but question if Isabella might be the one I actually end up with in the future — until her screams answered my question for me. I ran to her sound as it echoed in my mind. This can't be. I said, over and over again in my head. I was convinced that I was waking up from a shitty dream, a nightmare, and that's when I saw a dark figure look at me, only to disappear into the nocturnal night when I got close to where the screams came from. I stopped at the edge of the mountain, I could hear the ocean slam into the rocks below me. My thoughts cried out in my mind, and that's when I knew my mind would never get the peace it needs. The voices will never quiet down like they did when her lips touched mine, and that's when I looked down and saw her body covered in blood. The ocean taking her away.

My dear Isabella — dead.