All he could do was stare.
How would that feel? Waking up every morning, feeling guilty for being alive? He couldn’t understand it. Many, many, people have tried to kill him, and he never, not once, felt bad about protecting his life. It was his wasn’t it? And her life was hers.
His mind was racing mile a minute.
She had someone elses heart beating in her chest. He very gingerly placed his hand over her heart and felt the steady thump thump thump under his palm. What would it be like to feel every beat of the heart that was keeping you alive, and knowing it wasn’t your own? That someone had to die in order for you to live?
It wasn’t as if she killed that little girl to get her heart, so why did she look so guilt stricken and helpless? Where was the fire that was normally burning in her eyes? Where was the passion? The determination? His eyes left his hand that was covering her heart and met her gaze.
It was clear that she was already harboring massive amounts of guilt, and now the donors father was after her. He didn’t understand before, but he sure as hell understood now.
She watched his eyes change. They had been clouded from deep thought and now they were crystal clear. What was he thinking? Was he disgusted?
He removed his hand from her chest and she instantly felt cold. She felt her heart lurch painfully and for one blindingly terrorizing second she thought it would stop completely. When had that changed? She used to wish for such a thing to happen and now...?
She wanted to live.
Why? Why was it suddenly so important to her to be alive? To beat her demons and live her life the way she’s wanted to for the last 13 years?
The image of a little girl flashed through her mind. Yes, she knew who her donor was and what she looked like. She knew everything about her. Sometimes, she even mourned for her and for the whole situation that brought her to where she was today.
She hated Randy Finlee, but for some reason, she just couldn’t blame him for his grief and the way he was dealing with it. She took his little girl from him, didn’t she? Of course, she didn’t physically kill her, but she believed, with everything in her, that everything happens for a reason. God has a master plan for everyone and everything and he chose for that little girl to die so another little girl could live.
Why?
That seemed to be the most important of the many questions that plagued her constantly. Why was she allowed to live? Why was that little girl supposed to die? Why did she want to keep living, when the only thing it caused her was trouble? Why was she endangering Blade? Why was she running away?
Why?
The image of the little girl flashed through her mind again. I won’t let him kill me, I won’t let the last part of you die. I promise, I promise. With her silent promise came another dose of sheer will.
No, she wasn’t going to die without a fight... and if she had to kill in order to live, well, so be it.
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The Hunted
ActionShe was alone, and needed someone. He was alone, and needed no one. And when they meet, everything they ever believed comes crashing down around them.
