Twilight Imagines

33.6 Spilled Blood and Coffee (Felix Volturi)

(Published November 15, 2024) 

   The night was cold as I made my way towards the cemetery.  Fortunately, I had just been making a fresh pot of coffee when Felix's note arrived asking me to meet him tonight, so the thermos in my hands warded off the cold from my fingers.  I had to admit, I was a little concerned about the whole thing.  He didn't often send me notes asking to meet, and now one came the night after I told him that I loved him and asked him not to tell me his secrets.  That likely meant that he was going to tell me said secrets tonight.  Which could be very good or very bad.  And that made my heart very nervous.  

   Stepping through the arched entrance, I gave the cemetery a sweeping look.  A dark figure stood at the other end of the row of gravestones.  I smiled in spite of my nerves.  I couldn't help it; I was in love!  Clutching my coffee thermos tighter, I took a step forward.  Before I could continue walking, the figure was gone and Felix was standing right beside me, towering over me as usual.  I blinked in confusion for a second, briefly searching for whoever might've been at the other end of the cemetery, but whoever it was was gone.  So, I turned my attention to the love of my life.  

   "Hi," I breathed in greeting.  

   "Hello, my love." 

   His cold hand gently pulled one of mine from the warm container so he could press a kiss to the back of it.  I beamed as he did, not even minding that his cold hands seemed even colder in the chilly weather.  

   "I got your note," I paused, unsure of how to continue.  

   "I'm glad you came," He interjected.  "I have something I need to tell you." 

   Lifting my eyes to his face, a smudge of something dark across his chin caught my gaze.  It had a red tint against his pale skin.  I pulled my hand free of his grasp to gently touch the smudge.  It smeared and was red on my skin as well.  

   "Did you get into a fight?  You're bleeding," I told him, stepping a little closer.  

   He took a step back, quickly wiping a hand across his chin to try and remove the evidence.  "I'm not bleeding." 

   "Felix, there's blood on your face." 

   "It's not mine." 

   "Did someone die?" My mind instantly flashed to an image of him pulling someone out of a car wreck or trying to help someone who had gotten shot.  Heroic fantasies.  

   "Yes." 

   "I'm sorry." 

   I took another step forward, reaching for his hand this time.  One moment, he was there.  The next moment, he was standing directly behind me.  I jumped at the switch and then again as his hands gently clasped my upper arms.  He spun me around to face him, and I accidently dropped the thermos as he did.  It clattered to the ground, spilling coffee out of the top onto a nearby headstone.  Still, my eyes didn't leave his face during the incident.  What was he trying to tell me without using words?  

   "I killed him." 

   Well, that wasn't a good turn for this conversation.  

   "Why?" I whispered.  

   "Because he was going to abduct a young lady." 

   "Oh," I let out a shaky breath.  "That's a good thing, then." 

   He lifted an eyebrow.  "Me killing someone is a good thing?" 

   Okay, so that was probably not the smartest thing to say.  That seemed like a trick question, though, so I kept quiet for a moment.  Fortunately, he continued.