Monster || Sebastian Stan Fanfic

15. Forever

Hope's P.O.V

While I was sitting at the balcony that night, I thought about my life. Completing the transition would mean giving up on many things: visiting my parents or friends, eventually leaving town, not being able to become a mother. Everyone I had ever met would die, and I would still be around. But not doing it would also mean disappearing for good. Either way, I'd lose it all.

I was ready to let myself go when Sebastian asked if he could talk to me. I wasn't angry or upset. I knew he would have saved me if given the chance to. His eyes looked sad and empty, as if he had no purpose to 'live' anymore. Hearing him say he loved me was what made me change my mind. I would have to feed on blood bags, and my life would change in ways I couldn't imagine. But I wouldn't be alone. It wouldn't be just me. He would be there. He would help me to get through it. We would have each other, forever.

When he heard me, the look on his face went from depressed to overwhelmed. He looked for Elijah right away, and I fed from a small blood vial Elijah had with him. He explained he had brought it because they had no idea of what my final call was going to be.

The first couple of months were harder than I would have expected.

As soon as I fed, lots of memories came back to me, and not all of them were nice. I remembered meeting Sebastian in London few years earlier, as he had compelled me to feed on my blood. I also remembered meeting him on the flight, and the events that occurred after it: the nightmares I would have, the open window at night, the night we got drunk at a club and how that led us to have sex. The mark of his bite in my collarbone, the failed compulsion since I had taken vervain without even knowing it. The truth about who Sebastian was and what he had done. I remembered forgetting all of it again. Then, the night at the pub when I walked out under the pouring rain and how he came after me, asking for a second chance. I remembered his words when he stood me up at the coffee shop. The crying, the deep pain that had reminded me of Antoine. And then... Elijah. His compulsion to make me remember, all the explanations, the humanity switch, the locket and my desperate request to be compelled once again so I could forget Sebastian.

Once this happened, I was furious at both of them. I had been angry before, but this was a whole new level of anger. Everything was new.

Eventually, I forgave them. I realized they were only trying to protect me, even if it was in a twisted way. They both gave their best at teaching me how to be a vampire. I had times when it was extremely hard for me not to give up and go on 'ripper' mode. But Sebastian was my anchor and that kept me going. I admit I fed on few humans, but eventually I got used to the blood bags.

I think of this as I'm sitting in bed, waiting for Elijah's sister to call me up.

Sebastian and I spent about 5 years in New York before people started noticing we weren't aging. Elijah suggested we move to New Orleans. Him and his family had built the city from zero. There were many vampires, as well as other supernatural creatures. Sebastian and I try to keep low profiles. He retired from the film industry and now works as a History teacher. I'm still working as a lawyer. There was only one thing I missed about being a human: my loved ones, whom I had seen but had to compel in order for them not to find odd the fact that I looked exactly the same even though years had passed.

"Okay, ready?", Rebekah (Elijah's sister), asks.

"I'm scared as hell", I admit. I take one final look at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing a simple though beautiful wedding dress. Sebastian proposed to me, as he said he wanted me to have as many human experiences as I could.

"You, my dear, look beautiful. Now, let's go before the groom goes crazy", she replies and I smile.

I walk down the aisle, as Elijah and Rebekah offered their house as the venue. I can see Sebastian, smiling at me. And I get the same feeling I had the night I changed my mind: I won't be alone.

"Forever?", he asks.

"Forever", I reply.

----The End----