Through the Enlightenment (Harry Styles)[Bk.3]

68. Unravel

Niall's POV

I frown as Elizabeth's face falls at my words. I can't bare to imagine or try to understand the pain she must be feeling, and even if I could I doubt my imagination would be able to reach that degree of loss.

"Are the lads okay?" She asks, her voice holding no emotion at all as she continued to stare down at Peter.

"Yeah they are." I reply as I watch her lean down, tugging the stake out of Peter's chest causing his body to turn on his back.

"What are you doing?" I ask, as she straightens up, my eyes locking on the blood at the end of the stake. Elizabeth looks up at me, her eyes filled with saddened and guilt. My eyes widen as she turns her body to fully face me, the realization of her actions hitting me like a train wreck.

"Elizabeth..." I trial calmly, holding my hand up. "I get that you are upset but-"

"Do you?" She interrupts tilting her head to the side. "Does anyone understand the emptiness I'm feeling?" 

"My parents were killed Niall. Peter killed my baby and now my husband is dead." She hisses at me, her voice strained, letting her hands drop to her sides. I watch as her hand fists around the bloody stake.

"My parents were hardly ever around, they practically hid a part of me away. My biological father only wanted me for his own personal gain, and now that he is dead I have no one to share my victory with." She says motioning over to Peter with her other hand.

"Elizabeth, you are not alone." I shake my head taking a few cautious steps forward. "We-"

"Why should I continue on living Niall? Everyone will hate me anyways, all of this mess is my fucking fault. Nothing will be back to normal!"

"Look at me," she says gesturing to herself. "I'm a monster. I lost my family, my life and any possibility I have to make my own. There is no point."

"No, Elizabeth don't!" I protest as she raising her hand up with the stake. "Please, just let me help you."

"You know I'm right here for you." I say, calmly. "All of us are and we will help you through this. I can teach you control just like Harry and-"

"I don't want control! I want Harry!" She snaps at me, tears running down her cheeks. "But you can't give me that, no one can. Without him I am nothing."

"Elizabeth please just-"

"Everything will be better if I'm dead. My pain will be gone and no one will have anyone to blame." She says turning the stake in her hand.

"No, don't!" I say, my heart rushing up to my throat as I run over to her. Her eyes snap up to me quickly raising her hand and I come to a sudden stop.

"I know you mean well." She nods. "But I just can't."

"Elizabeth, please." I plea, trying to move my feet forward but it's as if they were nailed to the floor. "I can help you."

"I'm sorry, Niall." She sniffs.

"No Elizabeth!" I yell as she brought the stake up and back.

"No! No! Elizabeth don't, plea- No!" I scream as she plunged the stake into her chest, a gasp falling past her lips.

"No, no! Elizabeth!" I cry as she fell onto her knees, a chocking sound falling past her lips before she fell down completely on the floor. My heart hammered heavily in my chest as her eyes fluttered shut. Suddenly with a few lame attempts my foot finally steps forward and I quickly rush to her side.

"Elizabeth, why?" I shake my head, tears running down my face as I pick up her body off the floor and pull her to my lap.

Her head dangled, lifelessly back, as I adjust her while reaching over to bring her outstretched arm from off the floor on her stomach before shifting her head against my chest.