Owen Cavalier; Wattpad Version

Chapter 31; Another Aftermath

Oünt lev uït, Dæmoneh. It means, 'You are free, Demon.'

"Mes gronexise silf dæmoneh-saeal, ry oüntdif sarse, blohdlech."

It means, from human of mundane circumstance to demon-soul bearer, find your place, vampire.

Those were the last words Owen heard before opening his eyes.

It was dark. Was he dead? He had to be. The blood must not have worked. Daveigh must not have made it. He couldn't really move. But he knew he was lying down. He reasoned that if he was lying down, he had to be lying down on something. His eyes started adjusting. He wasn't dead. Death shouldn't feel like lying down. That was for sure. If he was lying down on something he had to be lying down on something somewhere. Unless, of course, death was a somewhere and not a something. Shapes started becoming coherent. His eyes were reasonably adjusted.

He looked around. It was a bedroom. Not his own, but it did in fact look familiar. Owen's head started throbbing. All of his muscles started aching. Feeling came back to his limbs. He was on a bed. A bed, in a bedroom, somewhere, able to see, and feel. He reasoned by the data presented before him that he had somehow survived his own death. There were posters on the wall of 80s cult classic films and there was a desk lined with CDs. He couldn't place it, his head was just too blurry. He was kind of hungry and thirsty at the same time. Like there was something he was craving, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Owen stood up. He gingerly touched his tummy. There was no sign of any injury. He opened the curtains.

The sun was bright and it hurt his eyes. But more than that, it felt like it was physically draining his strength.

It was like the worst hangover he could even imagine, all at once his head was pounding and he let out an unflattering grunt and ripped the curtains closed. Then he realised where he was. This was Daveigh's room. He heard someone running up stairs. Daveigh burst through the door and it looked like she had been crying. Owen sighed heavily. He managed a half smile, but he knew it was false. He didn't know who he was actually trying to fool. Daveigh was trembling, and he cupped her cheek. She gently laced her fingers between his. It seemed to give her some sense of relief, but that faded as she quickly gritted her teeth.

"I'm so sorry." Owen feebly said.

The two of them stood in silence for a bit. Daveigh bit her lip, unsure of what to say. Owen squeezed her hand again and she sighed.

"What happened? I found you in her house and the katana was still stuck inside you and there was blood everywhere and when I pulled out the sword the wound started closing up but you weren't waking up and I thought I was going to lose you."

"Alyssa called me and I went to her house trying to find some clue about where she was, except I found her there. She was bloodied and beaten and cut, it was something out of a horror movie, and then I tried carrying her out of there. And then Drake showed up and stabbed me. And he offered Alyssa a deal. If she went with him, he'd save me."

There was another silence. Daveigh looked horrified, and Owen smiled sadly.

"There's no ordinary life for you anymore. You'll never have kids, probably never get married. You're going to outlive everyone you've ever known. You're going to have to leave every few years before people start noticing you don't age. You're always going to have to come up with false identities. And the worst part is that you're going to have to hurt innocent people just to survive. I know she's your friend and I know you care about her, but she's brought nothing good into your life, Owen. I'm can teach you and of course I'm going to take care of you . It's just that this is so fucked up. This is so incredibly fucked up. You weren't supposed to die. We shouldn't be having this conversation."