Pale fingertips drift across her warm pink-tinted cheek. Dark lashes casting shadows across her face as she sleeps in content. Her slim fingers grip mine tightly as she shuffles closer to me in her sleep. I shouldn't have came here, I should have ne...
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"Dad?"
Warmth fills my eyes as I look at the face I lost all those years ago. To the face my mother would muse she saw in me. The same face her mother would cry over in the black and glass frame she kept on her bedside table.
His eyes, full of warmth and wetness gathers on his lashes as he nods.
Moving so quickly, I throw my arms over his shoulders as I finally release the sobs that were settled in my chest the instant I saw him. The pain of having lost him in such a painful way, a way that her mother was unable to save him from.
"Elliebug" he murmurs as his arms hold me close. We sit there, absorbing the time we were given. I love both my parents equally, but my dad was the only one who really got me in the end. He taught me how to love and play music. Inspired me to explore the world. He was the support I needed whenever I came home crying. When he passed, a hole was left behind in our family. We were never the same after he died.
He eventually pulls away, his hands hold my face as his thumbs brush away the tears still falling from my eyes.
"Sweetie, no matter how much I would love to sit and hear about everything, we don't have a lot of time." He explains as he helps me to stand.
Confused, I stare at him before I let my eyes rove over the place we were in. It was confusing as it seemed we were standing in a never-ending white space. Looking back at him, I feel a choking panic take over as I consider what this place could mean.
"Am-am I dead?" I whisper. Afraid to voice louder, to make true of my fear. I didn't want to die, I just got Jasper back. My mom needed me.
He shakes his head rapidly and pulls me into a quick hug. "No sweetie. You're not dead, but."
At that he pulled away and looked around nervously. Seeming to listen to something I couldn't hear. Looking back into my eyes, he helps me to stand as a serious expression crosses his features.
"We don't have much time. I was sent here because of the wish you want to fulfill. As you know, your mother's family has held a position in town as the healers, protectors even. The things they can do for those they love are incredible. But, there are limits to this gift."
Confused, I try to straighten out my father's words. "What do you mean? What consequences?"
My father sighs and I notice the light around us begins to shifts again.
"To use your gift to make Jasper human. To heal him of his vampirism. The power that will be needed to do so will be weighed on the amount of love you two share. If this fails, if you use so much of it, honey..." he gulps as a flicker of fear fills his eyes. "It can kill you."
I fear a tightening in my chest at that. Putting a hand over my chest, I notice my fingers are shaking as I form a fist slowly. What he was telling me, that if I wasn't strong enough, I would loose my life. Yet, as I think to who the person I was working to save. The man that made me feel more alive with just a single glance. The one whose lips burned into my own, overwhelming my thoughts. The man who I loved and loved me in kind. The one who was haunted by a past of blood as a result of a never-ending thirst. Jasper who wished to desperately to be human that it shattered himself to the very core.
It was the strength to my resolve. The reason I looked back up into my father's eyes, hand no longer needing to be clenched to stop the shaking. There was absolutely no regret, even if I lost my life. The fear I had felt was completely gone.
"I'm ready." And with that, the white light that surrounded us became brighter. To the point my eyes had began to water, causing me to shut them from the pain. And as suddenly as they were there, darkness blanketed from behind my eyelids.
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Opening my eyes slowly, I notice that the presence of my father is gone. A twinge of sadness squeezes my chest, but I am distracted from the pain as I take in my surroundings. I am in a room with wood and red painted walls. The floors are a polished dark chestnut, and the furniture reminded me of what one can see from old western movies. Classic designs that take work by hand, with carefully sewn in cushioning.
I'm surprised, having gone from a white room with my father to suddenly arriving to a room from a movie. Looking around, I notice a tea set on the coffee table with steam lightly rising in the air. Walking slowly forward, I breathe in the smell of chamomile and honey. My eyes flit around the room when the sound of a door opening has me freezing. Standing in the doorway stood a woman with a kind face.
Observing her, I notice that the pale blue dress she wears look exactly like the clothing worn around the same time as the furniture. Having me instantly believe that she is the connection to why I was here. Her hair was a dark brown with curls that fall over her shoulders. Her eyes are a twinkling green as they look over me. Her pink lips form a sweet and understanding smile as she takes steps towards me. With a pale hand lifted out to me, her following words surprise me.
"Its lovely to see you despite these circumstances Eleanor. My name is Elizabeth Jameason. The one who started it all."
Shocked, my eyes widen in amazement. This was the one who prayed for help. The one who brokered the deal to save the town while also trapping the first born woman to the town.
And I knew instantly why she was here. She was the one who will decide if the love Jasper and I share. The one who will decide if I can fulfill Jasper's wish...
