Beauty and The Vampire

Murderer and a Fighter

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He looked back at me shocked, but quickly hiding it as he looked back at my father and then at the blood in his hands. His mouth opened as if to say something, but closed it again. Not that I could hear anything anyways. 

My eyes were glued to the corpse. 

My knees buckled, sliding down the wall onto the floor. 

Alec was here, stepping into the room, stopping as he too noticed my father, then hiding me behind his form. 

Luka stood in a threatening stance as he laid eyes upon Alec, teeth bared. I saw Alec widen his posture to match Luka's intimidation, meanwhile I couldn't take my eyes off my father. 

There was no rise of the chest. No color in his eyes. Not even the tired expression he seemed to bare most of the time. He was just gone. Just dead. 

Luka and Alec must have gotten into a brawl as I spaced out. Luka used his speed to throw Alec up against a wall, flashing his fangs in a hiss which Alec showed his canines, growling dangerously. 

I looked to the lamp post by my father's body, wrapping my hands around the frame, screwing the top off to leave me with just a staff. Then I waited. Waited for an opening, Luka and Alec tossing each other around. 

This time Alec had Luka pinned onto a wall, and that's when I stepped forward. Yelling a battle cry as I pushed Alec out of the way and plunged the staff into Luka's chest. He choked as he look towards his chest and then back at me. He gave me a look that left my head swarming, but all it took was one glance at my father to muster up the anger I had before. The hate I had for him. All of this was his fault. If it weren't for him, my father would still be alive. 

I punched him regardless of already stabbing him. Crying. Yelling 'why.' 

Alec pried me forcefully off of Luka, and I kicked my legs out in protest while he dragged me away. 

"We have to go."

"No!" I laid my feet out in front of me, trying desperately to stay put. "I won't leave him here!" I shook my head, my vision blurry from tears. I couldn't leave my father here. 

"We have to," He pulled me back hard, using both arms to pick me off the ground by my waist. 

"No!" I screamed. 

My father's body was the last thing I saw before a sharp pain erupted on my neck, knocking me into the darkness. 

...

I woke up to a soft duvet cover wrapping around my body, cuddling me into the bed as if trying to comfort me itself, but I remembered, and within an instant, tears pricked at my eyes. 

I brought my hands in front of my face, covering myself as I wept. 

At some point Alec must have walked in, feeling the bed dip under his weight as he crawled his way to my shuddering body. His arms surrounded me, and I took the opportunity to hug him tight and cry into his chest. 

He rested his chin on top of my head, letting me cry and whimper against him. He tried saying whispers of solace, but all I could see was my father's dead body. It was happening all over again. The loss of a parent. I kept wanting to believe that it wasn't real, that he was still alive, but I knew it was just an escape to hide away from the pain. 

Flashed of blood filled my mind, tracing back to Luka's form. 

I knew what he was, and what he was capable of, but never did I think he would stoop so low to this. That's what hurt me the most. I trusted him again, and like a fool I got burned. Never in a million years did I predict this, and I blamed myself. I blamed myself, knowing that if I truly let myself realize the monster Luka was before, that maybe I could have saved him. Maybe I would have been there earlier to protect him.