For All Eternity (Crescent Moon series, book 2)

The new BTLBOMH ending

It will get it's final edit the last week of July. I just wanted everyone to rest assure a complete rewrite edit is not the end of the world. In my opinion it only makes the book better.

King Ethan Joseph Zandler

     I tossed the lifeless body of my last victim to Eric, my head guard. Her screams and fear gave me the energy I would need to feed McKayla. “Do you need anymore?” Eric asked.

     “No.”

     “Good luck, King Ethan. I can’t wait to see the new queen.”

     “She’ll be fine,” I said, annoyed. I was tired of telling everybody, including McKayla, she’ll be fine. I glanced at the clock on the wall, 11:45. I rushed from the room to get McKayla. In fifteen minutes, she would be drinking from me.

     “There’s another escape plan.” A low-end guard stopped me down the hall from McKayla’s cell.

     “Tell Lance,” I said not stopping.

     “No one can find him,” he said.

     “Typical Lance, check the kitchen,” I said, coming to a stop.

     “We did,” another guard said.

     “Then he’s moping in his room,” I said.

     “No, he’s not.”

     “Did you check his fledglings? He’s probably with Amber.”

      “We checked. He’s not there. He’s not answering any of our calls, either.”

     I tried thinking of a place he could be when I barely heard a soft gasp coming from McKayla’s cell. I ran to her cell in a second, a second too late. Her feeble heart gave its last fatal beat. I threw Lance’s stunned body off her before he could close her wounds. Looking into her emerald green eyes, I saw her life was gone. He drained too much. My guards grabbed Lance and began dragging him away. “I didn’t mean to kill her,” Lance said, shocked.

     I held her pale and slightly blue tinted body with bloody wounds covering her neck, chest, and arms as the guards hauled Lance away. He obviously was trying desperately to get every last drop. I slit my wrist, holding over her mouth, and tried to pump my blood down her throat. The doctor appeared before I could call for her. She started pushing on her chest. Her ribs cracked as we worked as a team for almost an hour.

     The doctor stopped, out of breath. She had sorrowful look when she announced, “She’s gone.” I ignored her and continued to try and feed her. I took the doctor’s spot pushing on her chest, trying to make her heart pump my blood through her body.

     “King Ethan, her throat collapsed,” Brady said. He stood in the doorway with Serena, both looking at me with regret.

     “None of your blood is even going into her,” Serena said. Every drop of blood I pumped out of my wrist and into her mouth was running down the side of face, pooling on the floor.

     “Get some IVs,” I shouted.

     “King Ethan, she’s gone,” Brady said. “There’s nothing you can do.” Brady’s hands gripped my arms, yanking me back. “She’s gone. Leave her be.”

     McKayla Angelina Anderson died at 11:48 pm. Twelve minutes before her transformation was to take place.

     Her blood dripped from her dress to the floor leaving a trail from her cell to the morgue. My bloody tears left a stained trail from the morgue to my room, where I sat the rest of the night alone, in silence, staring at all the things that reminded me of her.