Bound Together

Chapter Twenty Three

Dilan's POV

She was dead. I couldn't believe that she was dead. I stared into her lifeless eyes that were looking at me. She had been looking at me as life escaped her body, as her lifeless body fell. It was so painful. I had never felt anything as strong as the pain I felt when I had seen her die, not even my love for Cleopatra. The reason it was painful was that she had died for me. Everyone who had died since the Vampires arrived was because of me. And all I needed to realize it was Rose dying before me.

I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the grief I felt for Rose, maybe it was the guilt that her death was because of me. My vision became blurry and it took a while to realize that I was crying. My fists were folded, I hadn't known I had done that. All I could see in my mind was Rose being killed in front of me over and over again and every time I saw it, it was more painful.

I walked slowly to her body. My awareness for my surroundings wasn't there. I wasn't aware of how much the hunters glared at me. I wasn't aware that Rose's father was on his knees wailing. I wasn't aware that some hunters had dropped their weapons and lost hope. I wasn't aware that the hunters were afraid. The hunters had given up on the fight and worse was that they hated me now.

I felt my energy disappear when I stopped next to Rose's body. In my mind, I was hoping that she wasn't really dead. That the Hunter's gift came with not dying. I was imagining that she would rise and continue fighting. I couldn't help but think that she wouldn't be dead but the moment I dropped next to her and saw her lifeless body and eyes, all hope I had was gone. She was really dead.

A wail escaped my lips. It was all because of me and she had died looking at me, as if to blame me for her death. My body had little energy in it. I slowly reached for her hand. I hoped that somehow my touch would somehow make her return. But at that moment, I realised that it wouldn't happen. Her hand had no strength in them yet she had really strong arms.

My eyes travelled to her face. Her eyes were still looking at me. Her face had an expression of surprise. She hadn't expected to die. Nobody had expected her to die as she was the strongest person and hunter. If she was dead, then all hopes for stopping the Vampires were gone.

I felt tears flow to my cheeks. I still held on Rose's hand hoping that something would happen. A pulse would be good at that moment. But it was never going to happen. Rose was dead and it was because of me.

I looked at her one last time. Her beautiful body, her impressive tattoos, her determined eyes. I registered them in my mind and for the first time in my life, I felt the urge to revenge. I felt so much hatred not only to the Vampires but also to myself. I had caused Rose's death and many more deaths.

"She is dead," a voice said behind me. It was a velvet like voice, smooth and perfect.

I turned and saw him for the first time ever. Even if tears still blurred my vision, I could see him clearly. I guess it was because of the fear I felt because of him or how much I hated him.

But he wasn't what I had expected. The first time I had heard of him from Cleopatra, I expected a ruthless looking vampire. I pictured that he would be mean looking and scary. I pictured the worst person possible but instead, I was hit with the direct opposite of what I had pictured.

He was lean, not even muscular. He was five feet five or four which meant he was of average height, even looked short. He had beautiful curled hair. His skin was as flawless and beautiful as any vampire I could think of, even had more beautiful skin than Victoria and Cleopatra. He had no scar on his hands or face. His hands looked weak, like they could break with one snap and delicate. He wore Levi shoes, faded jeans and a plain sweater that he had folded on his arms. He looked like a geek.