Would You Be Mine?

Love Always Triumphs

Lucille stood there in front of Thomas, a picture of innocence.

"Why I'm just simply ensuring a happy ending for us Thomas," she gestured to Edith, "she is no good for you Thomas. She does not know you like I do," Lucille stepped closer to him, "she does not love you like I do. She cannot make you happy like I can."

Lucille was now only inches apart from Thomas as she playfully walked her fingers up the front of his chest.

"It's always been just you and I Thomas, let us keep it that way," she cooed.

Thomas felt his insides clench, not with want, but with fear. He knew he didn't have much time before he would change his form, and Edith had not moved an inch.

"Of course we will Lucille," he agreed, "as brother and sister."

The smile disappeared from Lucille's face at Thomas' words and she frowned up at him in confusion.

"No Thomas, we are meant to be together, that is how it has always been and will continue to be," she explained.

Thomas clutched at his stomach, breathing through the pain that was now there. He was in trouble, it was all going wrong.

So very wrong.

"Edith was correct was she not? I almost doubted her, but she was correct," he said, "you are not my sister are you? By that I mean by blood."

"Well you had to find out eventually, but yes, she is correct," Lucille confirmed, shrugging her shoulders and glancing back at Edith, "makes it all the more easier for me really."

Thomas was in disbelief at how cold and callous Lucille spoke of Edith, like she was a mere distraction to be dealt with.

"How? Us?" he shook his head.

"My parents took you in when your mother died in childbirth, your father was unknown," she said matter of fact, "that was all mother revealed to me before she left."

She turned back to Thomas.

"You'll finish her off shortly and then we will be free to be together for all eternity," Lucille smiled at him.

"Never!" Thomas yelled, fury taking over, "I. Will. Never." He pointed a finger at her, "I would rather die than spend eternity with you Lucille!"

Lucille gasped at the rage with which Thomas yelled at her. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was supposed to realise how happy he would be with her, not Edith. That she was the one he would spend the rest of his life with.

"Thomas," she began.

The sound of a wooden chair thrown against the wall startled Lucille, causing her to cease speaking. The noise also caused Edith's eyes to flutter.

"I promise you this Lucille," Thomas was now seething, "if she does not live to see the night through, neither will you," he continued to yell.

Lucille flinched.

Unbeknownst to either of them, Edith opened her eyes.

Thomas dropped to one knee, his hands on the floor to steady himself.

"You shall see that I am right Thomas, my darling love," Lucille stepped closer, running her hand lovingly through his hair, "it will all work itself out perfectly."

Thomas growled at Lucille as he bent his head before looking back up, his eyes now black.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Edith begin to sit up, her eyes wide as she looked at Thomas.