"Bro, chill. A month barely passed, she could still be recovering."
I never like being told what to do. "She's a vampire, she should have healed by now!" I threw the bottle of whiskey in my hands to the crackling fire.
"Well, she was bitten by a werewolf! If she hasn't healed and returned, then maybe she's dead!" he shouted back.
"She's not fucking dead! She can''t be!" Fuck! It can't be true!
"What if she is, huh?" he glared menacingly at me. "It's in your hands! You betrayed her! You're the one who plotted her death against her! It's your fault that she's dead!"
The doorbell rang, stopping us from arguing further, but we will continue this later.
I opened the door to see my Faith's father/creator. I couldn't contain my shock, so I continued staring at him like the idiot I was. "What are you doing here, Stefan?" I stammered. I never stammer, especially not in front of anyone.
He cleared his throat, stepping inside the pent house once I opened the front door all the way in. After him was a huge, bald man. I felt intimidated with how stronger he looked than I was, it was taking a toll on my man pride.
Alexandros, my brother/comrade stepped into the foyer to greet our unexpected guests.
The steroids man spoke up, "I am here to deliver Miss Krumova's last will and testament."
What. The. Fuck. "Really Stefan, what are you here for?" No, I would never accept that Faith died just like that. She's a vampire, and an original at that.
Alexandros shook his head and looked down, sadness was creeping up to his face, one that I've never seen before.
"She's dead, Vincent. I was not able to save her. She's never coming back." Stefano answered me gravely, his face showing how the lost of his daughter have broken him.
I forced myself to laugh. I still refuse to believe that my Faith would just be gone like that. I have so much forgiveness to ask of her. Forgiveness that I'll never have if I truly killed her. "So? Where is my Faith? Does she look for me? Is she healed yet?" Many questions sprung from my mouth about her well being.
"She's dead! I buried her a three weeks ago!" Stefan shouted and threw an armchair across the room, making the legs fall of.
My knees gave out, I landed hard, kneeling on the tan carpet Faith put in this livingroom. "What? She can't be dead, we're immortals!"
"A werewolf's bite is lethal to our kind! Or did you forget that?! So now you care because you've seen the damage you inflicted!" Stefan shouted. His fangs were out and I knew that he could've killed me that moment but he didn't.
If I could cry that moment, I would have. But, I got to be strong. My Faith may still be out there, alive and waiting for me. "I wouldn't believe you, unless you take me to where she is buried." I had to keep a strong front but I was also afraid of going because it would prove that she's dead.
"Then come with me! She's in Alaska." Both Stefan and his companion made it out the front door in a heart beat. It was like they couldn't show me the proof fast enough.
My nonexistent heart was beating wildly in my chest. I grabbed my wallet and was with them in a second. "You coming?" I asked Alexandros who was still frozen like a statue in the livingroom.
He nodded and made a stop to grab his wallet as well. The grim expression on his face was making me feel more afraid and that did not sit well with me.
*
Faith Krumova
A daughter and a friend, you will be missed.
My eyes locked on the stone holding her beautiful name. It cannot be! My Faith was gone. I kneeled beside her and stroke her engraved name on the stone that serves as the proof.
I heard Alexandros cursing under his breath but his eyes remained on the grave stone in front of our eyes. "I miss you, Faith," he mumbled, kissing his fingertips the tracing them over her name, before running into the woods.
I looked back to my Faith. I wish I see what she really is to me. I wish I'd never hurt her. I wish I never joined in fabricating her death.
*
There she was shackled to the wall, sitting on the ground. This is the time I've been waiting for since I thought she ruined my life, but I can't seem to feel happy. instead, I feel guilty and my stomach was in knots, I didn't know what to do as I was also shackled in front of her.
The werewolves betrayed me because I wanted out of the plan. They captured me along with my Faith. They said that the attack was pulled out because they lost the guy from the inside, which was me. I should have known it'll harder than that.
I had a gift for reading people's thought, and at that time, Faith's was pouring into my head. Her mind was open to me without all the barriers and walls she usually put up to conceal her thoughts, but right now she's weak and vulnerable.
She was having a flashback. It was like I could see it with my own eyes, like I was experiencing it, as well. I saw the pain and suffering she went through as a human child, how much she's been through, I felt what she felt whenever I said and hurtful things to her.
I winced. I regret everything I've done. I wish I could take it all back, but I can't. I couldn't look her in the eye, knowing that I'd find nothing but resentment towards me.
"Vincent." Her voice was hoarse and her throat was probably bruising but she kept going on, "Don't. I do not blame you, and neither should you."
"Faith..." I looked up at her as I said this, I wanted to reach out to her and apologize over and over, but I was sedated with a flower and she has a werewolf bite in her side.
The corners of her sinful mouth lifted up slightly, and I could see that even that slight gesture was putting a strain on her.
I continued staring at her until I saw that her eyes were losing life and vibrance but still remained halfway open, and the corners of her mouth that held a smile not long ago was down and still. "Faith!" I screamed as loud as I could.
She can't be dead. No!
