Bite Me (l.t)

Part 20

He stopped by the edge to the woods and turned around and saw from the lights from the Town Hall, the thing that had lit up his life the last couple of moths, laying lifless, burnt out, with no light to bring happiness to anyone ever again.

Louis stood there besides his sister’s newmade grave. He had buried her in silence and alone since Brooke no longer was there with him. He had wanted her to be there with him. To hold his hand as he said his last words to Lydia.

Everyone that he had cared for, that he had ever loved, had been murdered and destroyed right infront of him. He had watched them die in agony, and he had done nothing. Absolutely nothing at all.

He kneeled down and put his head in his hands, pulled at his hair and tried not to cry. But it was so hard. He was all alone again. He had no one. He didn’t want to have anyone else but Lydia and Brooke. But they were dead. And Louis was dead too, on the inside. This world had no longer anything to offer him. Why should he stay? Why should he stay in a world where people that had killed his lights that made him see in the darkest of times still walked around and continued with their lives?

They did not deserve to live after killing such innocent lives. Who were they to decide who got to live or to die? They did not have to kill to survive. They did not need to feed on a human. They had killed her because they had thought that she would be a danger to them and their children. They had a point, she had killed her own brother, but that was his own fault. If he hadn’t approached her in that way, he would still be alive, and so would Brooke. And her own father had killed her. How can he even wake up in the morning and look at himself in the mirror without wanting to kill himself? How could he stand to be in his own skin? How dare he even live in the house where they had lived? Together. As a family. His own daughter. His own fucking daughter.

He stood up and let go of the rose that he had held onto really hard.

He had small bloodmarks left in his palm and the cuts had already healed. It fell down on the grave and he let out a deep breath. Now she could rest in peace. But Louis would only be able to rest in peace if the monsters in his life no longer breathed. He knew what he had to do. And he was going to go through with it too.

It was dusk and the whole town was in the cemetary. They had held a funeral for the siblings. They were buried in the heart of the cemetary, where all the nobility’s were buried. Everyone was quiet. Silently crying. The father was in such deep agony that he was just standing and staring at his childeren’s grave stones.

Louis watched from a distance when they all left. He couldn’t be seen; they would recoginse him and hunt him. And he did not have time for such rubbish. When the cemetery was emty and the dusk had turned into darkness, Louis slowly walked up to the graves.

He had a lump in his throat and he tried to swallow it down but he couldn’t. He did not really want to see this, but he had to. He had to speak to her, even though she probably couldn’t hear him.

He walked around them and saw the grave stones fronts. There were a lot more roses and candles infront of the brother’s grave and it made Louis furious. Brooke had hardly any at all. Louis bent down and grabbed the most of the roses from the brother’s grave and gently put them down infront of Brooke’s. He sat down on the ground and leaned back on his hands in the grass. He cleared his throat and spoke;

     “Brooke. I am so sorry. I wasn’t there for you. I would have been able to save you if I had reacted faster, if I hadn’t been so slow. It’s all my fault.” A tear ran down his face and to the corner of his mouth, and he licked it away, felt the salty taste for a few seconds.

     “I buried Lydia today. Without you. I wanted you to be there with me. I needed you, but it is my fault that you weren’t able to.

I can’t believe that I let them do that to you. They executed you in front of all those people! I swear to God that if I could, I would go back in time and change it, I would. But I can’t. I don’t know if you are in peace wherever you are, but I will come to you. So just wait for me there. Wherever you are, just wait for me. I just need to do something first.” He stood up and looked at the now fully rose-covered grave and stepped back, and read the words on the grave stone.