The Game Masters Obsession

I Believe in Reincarnations

Andrew Lyn The Fierce's POV:

I watched and listened to the funeral from outside. The men had some very touching stories, but I was only there to keep an eye on the hybrid. They called her up to the pedestal, and she stood up. It was pretty obvious that she was angry with them, because when they went to give her a hug she completely ignored them. Damn she must be really really angry. Everyone settled down and she started her speech. I listened closely.

"This is usually a time of great sorrow. This is usually were you all say your goodbyes with sad eyes, with tears dripping down your faces. And in those tears that you let roll down your cheeks, are happy memories of you and Joseph. Or they are just you letting your sorrow out. Or perhaps, if you didn't know him, it's your way of saying your so sorry to those that  did know him. The man I knew wouldn't want your tears, wouldn't want your cries of pain. He'd want you to never forget him, but to let go of him. Because the more you hold on to something that is dead, the more you die with it. And I will tell you that I have died today, that the moment he breathed his last breath was the moment I became the perfect example of the walking dead. I held on to him, I didn't want to let him go, and I died again. But my "deaths" are meaningless compared to his once and final death. Whereas my deaths are constant and grievous, I am still somehow alive after them. But he-he will not be alive again. I will never hear his voice again, the way it sounds when he just woke up. Or the way it sounds when he is playing with you. I lost my heart, my hope. The only light to my darkness is gone, and even though I have my family and friends to try and patch me up, I will never be whole again. Never. He was my other half, he was the best thing that has ever happened to me. No matter what I say, it can not come close enough to what I feel.  So take this time to let him go, take this time to say goodbye. But you better have let him go by the time he is lowered into that ground. Because if you don't, you'd be like me. You'd  be a person with one foot stuck in the grave of a man who's already dead. No matter how hard I try to let him go today, part of me will always stay six feet under, right beside him." And with those words she stepped down and walked back to her seat. I was crying, oh Odin how I wished I could just let her go. I felt the pain that she was feeling. I myself had lost my mate, my other half. I could barely breathe as memories assaulted me. Her smile, her laugh, I miss her so. Time does not heal, nor does it curb the pain.
"You know mister, you'll get pneumonia if you stay out here in the rain longer." A soft voice murmured to me. What! I whipped around, good Valhalla! She scared the hellfire out of me. But that wasn't what made me gasp. The women looked just like my Fraya, exactly like her. She had dark black hair, and it was thick and smooth. Her hair stopped a little bit passed her shoulders, and it was slightly curled. Her height looked to be about, five foot three. She was so small compared to me. So tiny and delicate. But her eyes, her beautiful eyes were the first thing that caught my attention. They were a vivid blue, and they just pulled you in. She was flawless, a natural beauty.
"You can take a picture, it'll last longer." She said with a small smile.
"Um, I am sorry. Hello, What might your name be?" I asked. My voice was hoarse from not speaking for so long. I could barely form a sentence looking at her, let alone a thought.
"I'm Jazmon, and you are?" Jazmon, what a marvelous name. She was a exact copy of Fraya.
"I-I'm Andrew. I should go, I don't even know the man. I have no right to intrude on his funeral." At this I turn to leave. If I stay longer I might just make the mistake of falling for her. I fell for a women once, and it ended in her death. I cannot do that again.
"Andrew..." She whispered softly. I stopped. I couldn't help it, part of me wanted to risk the danger to love her.
"Come inside where it's warm, so we can talk more before I bury a dear friend." At this she took my hand and pulled me into the funeral home parlor. I wasn't cold,  in fact I think I'm going up in flames. Why did she have to be so nice? She smiled and grabbed the blanket from the nearest couch and wrapped it around me. After that she walked into the room next to us and came out holding a paper cup full of steaming coffee. I took a tentative sip and sighed, I always loved coffee. Pretty soon I was gulping it down and ignoring how hot it was.
"So ummm... Andrew how old are you? Cause I'm not supposed to date guys that are to much older than me and I really wanna date you." I  choked on my coffee. Shit! She was direct. I looked up at her with a startled smile, well that's a first.
"Two hundred and twenty four." I said on a smirk. Yeah, I'm old. Really old.
"No for real!" She said on a giggle. I blinked at her, I had been serious.
"Two hundred and twenty four, how old are you?" I said in a serious tone. She gaped at me,
"Nineteen going on twenty. W-Who are you?" She said as she started to back away. I let any emotion I felt fall away, so my face was a mask of calm. Then I stood up, making sure she could tell just how much of a height difference there was. And I stood there proudly, even though she looked at me with a horrified expression. She was the cousin I believe, she would ensure I got to talk to the hybrid. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to me.
"I am Andrew Lyn The Fierce, and you are mine!" I growled. I summoned my powers forward, and as I was about to trace her away she let loose a bone chilling scream. The door flew open, and a very livid hybrid came flying out. And that's when I traced her away, that's when I kidnapped my mate. Who would have known?