I look at the stake sticking out of her chest but she cups my cheek with her cold hand, forcing me to look at her face. "Amanda. This isn't your fault. He tricked me. And if I haven't left you alone in the first place I could have been able to kill him right away-"
"It is not your fault, Mary." I cut her off "Please I don't say that ever again. It's not your fault."
"But it isn't your fault either. But please... Just accept that my death isn't your fault. I don't want to spent my last moments on this planet arguing."
I place my hand on top of hers and smile at her, trying not to cry. But that's easier said than done. I normally don't cry when people die. Not even when a family member dies. Well maybe because I never cared enough. But Mary... she is just such a kind person. She is like the sister I never had. And yet here I am. Her lying in my arms. Dying. And I can't do a thing.
I don't even know her and yet I feel so bad.
"I should have died." I mutter rather to myself but she immediately slaps a hand across my face.
"Don't ever say that again. Your life is more important. You haven't even start to live. You're what? 19? I am more than 50 tiemes older than you so if you don't agree with me shut the hell up and respect my desicion. You know the term of treating the older ones with respect right? So respect my desicion or at least just shut the hell up. It wouldn't change a thing anyway."
"Is there anything I can do for you?" I ask desperately, not knowing what else do say.
"There actually is." She caughs out. "I want you to live. I want you to be happy and I don't want you to blame yourself for my death.
I want you to live. If you live, you live for both of us.
If you're happy, you are for both of us.
And I want you to be there for my brother. He needs you. He needs someone who is there for him. Someone that stops him from going crazy, from becomming a ripper again.
Amanda, my family needs you. Be there for them and don't let them grieve for too long.
I've lived for over a thousend years now. That's a lot longer than any human could live. I've seen enough and I've lived enough. I am ready to die.
And even if I made a lot of mistakes this wasn't one of them. I would do it over and over again if it means that you will stay alive."
Another tear runns down my face as I pull her closer to me "Don't die, please don't die." I whisper. I know I can't change a thing but to be honest... I just don't know what to do.
"Amanda."
I pull away slightly to look at her "What is it?" I say in a soft tone.
"I'm ready to die." She says with a smile on her face.
I smile back at her trying not to cry anymore. I watch as the blood vessels turn black and her skin turns pale and blue. "Good bye, Mary." I whisper, giving her another smile before it reached her face.
"Good bye Amanda." She chokes out before she is entirely dead. Her gaze is fixed on me and she still is smiling. But she isn't moving anymore. Her chest won't rise up and down to breathe in air, her heart won't beat anymore, non of her body will ever move again. I will never see that extremly happy person running over to me like a child. I won't even get to know her.
And right now my heart feels like it broke into a billion pieces. And I don't even know her. I can't even imagine how much more it would hurt if I knew her better.
She is... was... such a lovely person. Why is it always the good people who die first. I should have died. The man attacked me. He wanted to kill me and I was ready to die!
I would do it over and over again if it means that you will stay alive.
But you're dead because of me-
It isn't your fault.
I hug her lifeless body closer to myself again, letting the tears escape.
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The vampire's maid
VampireI bite my lip in order to prevent any noises from slipping out and pull one last time. The rope falls off of my wrists and I am finally free. I stand up and run. I run and run and run, hoping never to stop and to never look back. But I have to. I lo...