Warning!!!!
This chapter contains references to cutting/ attempted suicide. If this makes you uncomfortable please refrain from reading. There will be other options available soon so watch this space!
Bill POV:
I shouldn't have left her. Why did I? All because she was scared of who I had become? The words I screamed at her angelic face in my utmost rage became bitter and coarse. It made me sick.
I cradled her cheek like a newborn as she lay blood soaked and drenched in my arms. Her wrists were slit open. She was soaked from the bath. Despite the blood's inviting scent, i had no intentions of lapping it up.
I was going to drink the blood of my dying mate. What kind of honour does that service?
Bloody tears poured out of my eyes as I gazed at her perfect complexity for the last time. The last time.
I should have done something. Known something. She never deserved this, she meant too much to me.
I remembered the searing pain my wrists as I was pacing back and forth the office of Eric Northman. Concerned because I hadn't heard from Y/N for a week.
But it wasn't just the pain. It was the emotion with it. I felt her grief, heartache and suffering. I felt my skin crawl in anxiety as her skin met the warm bath water. I remember running as fast a vampirely possible to get to her, to do everything to save her.
I wasn't there in time. Even with super speed it wasn't enough. Never will be.
I screamed for her, begging for her to have some kind of pulse. Something to tell me she was alive.
All I felt as I dragged her out of the bath, was release. Release from the world I opened her up to.
She was traumatised by everything, constantly paranoid about being hunted or tortured by someone. But what shattered by investing heart into millions of pieces, was the sheer fact that I brought her into that place in the first place.
I was the one who gave her a ride home after she got her car towed outside Merlottes. I was the one who took her to Paris for our first date, dancing with her in the Eiffel Tower, marvelling at our first class view. Whispering in her ear that she would never come to harm with me, her sweet voice serenaded my ears like a melody I longed to have on repeat.
A melody that would play no more. For my beautiful, strong, brave mate Y/N had removed herself from this world because she felt scared to be in it.
I moved the hair from her face so I could see her string of piercings for one last time. I never realised their beauty until now.
My whimpers turned to loud sobbing. Eric, whom had followed my distress probably, burst in the door with Pam at his heel.
They gasped, Pam sobbed.
" Bill, the ambulance is here..."
" Can't...leave...her....here.."
I felt a strong hand on my back, I glanced to see Eric staring at me in sorrow and pity. I threw his hand off, I couldn't stand the thought of letting her be strung up in a body bag.
What kind of respect for the dead is that?
Not what such a woman deserved!
" Eric, if you respect me, you will leave me with my wife now.."
" Bill, they have to.."
" Fuck off that's what they can do! I will not allow them to take her away!"
My sobbing was even louder, paramedics in dark green shuffled in. One by one. Taking endless photos as Eric dragged me out of the room.
All it was to them...was evidence. Not a tragedy.
Then they lifted her limp body up into a black body bag like she was trash to take out.
Eric lead me out of the room.
That's when I heard it.
A weak pulse.
But how, her pulse had stopped over an hour ago?
I scrambled back into the bathroom in utter desperation, commanding they stop. They retaliate, but to no avail. I unzip her head out of the bag.
Her eyes are dim, weak but flutter as she sees me. Her breath is raspy and short. Her pulse still weak.
" Y/N! Y/N! Please..."
" What's happening to me?
I touched her skin, it was suddenly hotter than normal. Hotter than she usually was.
It didn't feel like a fever, more like fire under the skin. My eyes scanned her body as her pulse steadily increased. She squirmed in my grip, ripping the bag as her once weak body breaks free of its sultry grave.
I outstretched an arm to touch her face ,she grabbed it with almighty strength.
" Y/N... what's going on?"
She begins to growl deeply. I try to step back but she holds onto me like a clamp.
Her eyes leave their stunning shade of ( Your eye colour) for a dark amber. Eric bursts into the room with Pam, fangs out. Suddenly, a blaze breaks out by the door blocking entry to save us.
" Who are you?"
She took a long pause and cocked her head to reveal her canines.
" Hell Hound."
Well this was quite the story to write! I recently watched 13 reasons why and I was inspired to do more of a fragile topic and kind of put my own spin on it. On a more serious note, suicide is no joke. It happens everyday. Everywhere, and it should not be regarded poorly in any way. I understand that not everyone will be able to get through this story because of the nature of this topic and I would like to thank anyone who actually read this, it's really helpful to me. If you are experiencing anything relating to suicidal thoughts, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. There are people who love you, care about you, want you and leaving the world will impact everyone around you. I just wanted you guys to know that😊
