Caius's Mate

Thirty Five

IZZY POV

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I looked at Peter shyly as he took my hand. "Would you like to go back home or do you want to walk some?" He asked.

"Can we walk for a little while?" I asked.

"Of course," he said. "Would you like to go anywhere in particular?"

"My home," I whispered. "I just want to see it," I looked down.

"I can pick the lock... if you would like, you can go get some of your stuff," he said. "And get some food," he said.

"Uh... maybe the canned food but nothing in the fridge," I said and looked down. "But yes I would love that," she said.

"Where do you live?" He asked. 

"Down on Market St," I looked down.

"What was she like?" Peter asked.

"She was supportive... she was the best mom anyone could ever have. I loved her so much," I whispered and looked down. "Do you think she suffered?"

"No, I dont," he said and took my hand gently. "I bet she's looking down at you right now thinking how proud she is of you," he kissed the top of my head.

I looked down at the snowy ground. A small smile formed on my lips. "Thank you," I murmured and leaned against him, leading the way to my house.

"This is your house?" He asked shocked seeing how big it was.

I chuckled, "Three bedrooms two bath and theres an office my mom worked from. That was also a bedroom. So I guess four bedrooms," I shrugged.

"Izzy, are you thinking what I am thinking?" He said taking my hand.

"No," I looked at him confused.

"We can move in here! I mean theres..."

"No, Peter I'm sorry but it hurts. It hurts to be here without my mon," I looked down. "It makes me sad knowing shes gone," I moved to the door.

Peter looked at me and took my hand. "Maybe it would help, Being close to home," he said.

"No Peter!" I yelled shaking my head. "Please just pick the lock so I can get some of my stuff and leave," I said.

"Okay Izzy," he looked down. "I thought it would help," he sighs.

I looked down tense. I can't believe he had the nerve to ask me that. Like really he knows my background, he knows my mother was just killed and he expects me to let everyone come into my house. I just can't believe it. I know all he has been was nice to me but really?? Asking me if everyone could move into my home. Maybe this was the reason why he was nice to me.

"Peter I need to be alone for a little while. I'll be back later," I said as I walked through the door.

"I-Izzy I'm sorry," he looked down.

"No Peter please go. I really just need to be alone. This is the first time I've been home in who knows how long and youre asking if we could stay here. I just can't believe it... please go. Ill beet you back at the place," I shook my head frustrated shutting the door on him.

I took a deep breath in. It still smelt like my mother's perfume. I walked into her bedroom and took  went straight to the dresser seeing the bottle of Vanilla Noel. She bought it from Bath and Bodyworks every year. It was her favorite. I took the bottle and sprayed some on me. It made me think of her.

Her bed wasn't made. I touched the open drawer. Articles of clothing were missing. She came after me, to see me. Little did I know that would end her life.

My eyes drifted upwards seeing a photo of my mother, my father and me when I was first born. I don't remember my father.

I headed out of the room and moved to mine.  Over on the bedside there was a photo of me and my mom. I took it when we were on vacation. We went to Disney World. We spent a whole week there, together. I'd do anything to be with my mother again. I just want to be able to see he once more.

I took the photo and pulled it close to me and began to cry. I layed down on my bed. "I miss you mom," I cried holding onto the onto the photo.

She was so beautiful, so kind. She was the best mother anyone could have. I never in a million years thought I would be here, I didn't think my mother would be killed by some asshat vampire. Maybe I am crazy?

I looked down at the photo and used two fingers and touched them to my mothers face. I just... I cant believe shes gone I'll never hear her voice again. I just want to say I love you one last time.

"I'm sorry mom," I whispered. "This is my fault," I layed flat on my back looking up at the celing the photo resting against my chest.

I closed my eyes trying to focus on her voice. On the last conversation I had with her.

In my mind I ran it over and over in my head, the last words we spoke. Tears silently fell until I fell asleep.

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It was dead silent when I woke. I didnt hear any cars nothing. Maybe I died. Doubtful. I sighed and looked at the time 3:30 am. Everyone back at home must be having a heart attack wondering when... if... Ill be home.

My stomach growled loudly. I sighed and headed to the kitchen. When I opened up the fridge I nearly gagged. "Alright this is disgusting," I said holding my nose seeing rotting food and sour milk "this has got to go," I grumbled and dug under the sink for a trashbag. Quickly I opened the door and threw everything in there while holding my breath. I ran outside to the trash can dumping it in.

Jesus Christ that was gross. Alright lets see whats in the cupboard.  I sighed and grabbed a can of ravioli and took the lid off and dumped the contents into a bowl; I shoved it in the microwave for one minute and thirty seconds and sat down at the table.

I should really consider going back. They would be worried. But I really dont want to leave home again. Maybe I should... I dont know what to do.

I jumped at the buzz of the microwave. I went over and took it out and shoved a fork in it. I didnt even bother sitting at the table I just went back into my room and curled up eating the way too cold ravioli. Oddly I took my time, I usually eat quite quickly but my mind had a lot to chew right now. My mind was swirling with thoughts of what I should and shouldn't do. I just need to go back to sleep and go back at it in the morning.

I placed the half eaten bowl of ravioli on the bedside table and plopped back in bed, this time curling up in my blankets instead of just laying ontop of everything. I tried to go back to sleep I really did try but I didn't end up sleeping until past 6:00 am. Oh well they can wait on my decision.

That afternoon when I woke up I had a clear mind... well clearer so you could say. I still thought about my mom but I had to push that aside so I could make a reasonable decision. Should I go back to them and say goodbye to my home for now or should I let everyone stay here. Izzy think... what would mom want you to do. Would she want to keep everyone in a wearhouse or take them in a nice home.

I looked down at my mothers photo and nodded. I know what I'm going to do.