Dance Of Night (A Diabolik Lovers Fanfiction)

Chapter 40 Pt 2 How You Love

This cannot be how it ends.

Not like this.

It will not be.

It is not.

These were the thoughts that endlessly swirled in my mind as I made my way back to the mansion. I did not know how long I had lied on that pile of rubble, and I was certainly still exhausted, but I could not yet rest.

She had to be alive.

I searched in my head for ways in which that man could have gotten a hold of the ring and the necklace and she could have survived.

The ring... maybe if her finger had been cut... I hated to think of the idea but maybe it had been the case. Maybe she had done it herself? No, she would not have than that given how much she loved to play her music. Then maybe that man... But why on Earth would he have wanted to have the ring back? To show it to me? Was I that important?

Still holding on to hope, still holding on to her, I walked back into my room. It seemed that none of my brothers or staff neither saw or sensed me get into the house. It was no surprise, given my state I might have been a walking ghost. But I could not worry about that yet.

The necklace never left my hand, as I caressed the crystal flower as if it could give me the answers. Maybe it could.

She would not have let it go without a fight, so as I sat on my dust covered old bed, I carefully inspected it, looking for any sign of aggression.

The clasp was in perfect condition, nearly as new. I checked link by link in the chain, searching for any sign that it had been broken at some point and later fixed, searching for any mistakes in what I presumed to be the vampire king's plan. I did not even know what kind of plan it could have been, but he had to be behind this, Ayame had to be alive.

Still, no sign of the necklace being forcefully removed. The purple lined petals were still intact, even the crystal that filled them looked as clear as the day I gave it to her.

Her... My love...

No.

She has to be alive.

Maybe he had threatened her with hurting me so that she would hand over the necklace unscathed... But no, he is not one to use those sort of tactics to get what he really wants, he is a strategic and compulsive player, and that would spoil his game.

As I spinned this thoughts round and round in my head again and again, I began to feel desperation once more. What if really-

No.

But what if-

NO.

I replayed every conversation in my brain, every scene, trying to find clues regarding where she had gone after she left, what she had been planning, what had happened, how to find her again. The first time we met, every game we played, the blissful night she told me she loved me, the time we made our promise...

Promise?

OUR PROMISE!

THE FLOWER!!

That was it!!! It still had to be blooming!!!! What had she said about it?

"I will keep this as a token of our promise. As long as it stands, it will not wither."

If it was still blooming... she was still here. Wherever she went she would not have stopped believing. Even if Edgar had died, she would have still believed in the rest of us, surely!

I rushed to the nightstand where I had kept the flower all this time. I had kept it inside the nightstand, behind a little door it had so that no one would ever touch it besides me, propped up inside a glass dome since it did not need any water or sunlight to live. As I knelt on the ground and opened the door and took a look inside, I remembered one of the last things she had told me before she left.