Loving A Villain

Faster

Blue's POV

It all happened so fast. 

Too fast. 

That do-gooder dick grabbed Lee. 

Corey killed Lee's mist. 

By the time I looked, she was gone. 

I didn't think as I flew. 

My legs pumping faster than ever before. 

The world around me blurred as I sped through it. 

Katrina. 

I dove over the edge of the building. 

Head first, a flew faster than I've ever gone. 

Harder than I've ever moved. 

She was so far ahead of me. 

My chest tightened. 

My heart was in my mouth. 

Fuck. 

Katrina. 

I strained everything to get myself to her. 

Her beautiful curls whipped violently around her face. 

She looked so calm, her eyes closed, her arms spread around her. Her clothes tugged violently in the wind. Her lips just barely parted, their beautiful pink color shining on her face. 

Katrina. 

My hand extended as I struggled to touch her before the ground did. 

Gravity working against me. 

The world working against us. 

My Katrina. 

I died a million deaths the second she walked into my world, the second she looked over at me with those large brown doe eyes. 

My heart stolen by her clumsy hands before she even ever smiled at me. Before she even ran away from me that night in the alley. 

The best night of my life. 

The luckiest life of my night. 

The night my life started. 

The night she breathed life back into me. 

Katrina. 

My hand breezed her fingers. 

It all happened so fucking fast. 

Faster than a blink. 

Faster then a breath. 

Faster than Klaus. 

Faster than a wink. 

We crashed. 

The whole world shook as we collided with the ground. 

Nothing was where it was suppose to be, nothing was where I needed it to be. 

I blinked. 

There was so much darkness. 

I blinked. 

Katrina. 

I blinked harder. 

She was in my arms. 

Her head leaning heavily on my chest, my arms wrapped deathly tight around her. Scraped and bruises lined her body. 

I looked above her to see the edges of the street a good few feet ahead of us. We had crashed into the ground creating a crater in the street. 

We crash landed. 

I sat up, my suit was torn everywhere. 

I lifted Katrina, "Katty, I think we broke the street" I said hoping she would laugh. 

But as I turned her around, to look at me, she remained unconscious. 

"...Katty?" I whispered as I placed my hand on her chest. 

A slow trail of blood slipped out of her lips. 

My heart stopped beating. 

"Katrina" I said louder as I placed my hands on her body. 

She couldn't be. 

Not again. 

"KATRINA!" I bellowed down into her face, but again she didn't twitch. 

I looked up at the people crowding around the hole we had created, "SOMEONE CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE!" I screamed desperately at them. 

I looked back down at her lifeless body. 

No. Not again. No. Not her. Never her. 

Katrina. 

"Katrina, baby. Wake up. Please" I begged, air refusing to reach the rest of my body. 

She was dead and I was dying. 

I could hear the sirens, but I couldn't hear her heartbeat. 

"Katrina, please wake up" I cried as I clutched her to my chest, her body limply in my strong arms as I shook her. 

"PLEASE!" I screamed down at her. 

Her eyes remained shut. 

The blood continuing to run down her face. 

Her face so relaxed, so serene. 

The world was spinning, ending. 

She was gone. 

My hands roamed her body, desperately trying to find what I could do. 

Heal. 

She was a fucking Source. 

Why wasn't she even healing slightly? 

She was mine, she should be able to heal. 

The dead can't heal, Blake.

My stomach dropped. 

No. No. No. NO. PLEASE NO. 

Anything else. Anyone else. Anything, anything else. 

Her curly hair crowded her face like a halo. 

My angel. 

My Katrina. 

Katrina. 

A bullet of pain tore through my entire being, my soul shook in my body. 

Not like this. 

I pressed my hands closer to her chest. 

Heal. Heal. Heal. Heal. Heal. Please please heal. Heal.

Wake up. 

Come back to me. 

Tears streaked out of my face as I watched her lifeless body refuse to move in my arms. 

The sirens drew closer. 

"HEAL!" I screamed down at her. 

A spark shuttered around her. 

Nothing happened. 

Nothing was happening. 

I floated up, her securely in my arms. The ambulance came flying towards. I came to a shuttering stop in front of me. 

Her limp body in my arms. 

They peeled her out of arms. 

She was gone. 

The doors slammed as the rushed away with the body of the only girl I will ever love. 

It all happened so fucking fast. 

Faster than Blue Doom.