consumed at an ever-increasing rate by Kayla and Potter. It might last a little longer now that Isidor was no longer with us. What happened when it ran out? Did we feed off each other – draining the life from one another? Or did we do the unthinkable and start feeding from humans? That had been tried before by the Vampyrus and they had created vampires.
Animals might work, but the effects wouldn’t last long. What sort of existence would that be for my friends? Wasn’t being dead already hell enough?
The Elders had shown me the happy lives my friends could have if I made my choice and pushed everything back in place. Murphy would be with his daughters – they would have never been murdered in their beds by Sparky. Isidor would be with Melody, just like he had always wanted. Kayla would have Sam and Potter would have...
To think of that was unbearable, but I had to face it. Potter would spend his life with Sophie.
She wouldn’t reject him in the world which would exist when I pushed back. Neither of them would know any different – but I would. To Potter, I would have never existed, wiped from his memory, from his life. Would I remember him?
Wherever I ended up, would those feelings I had for Potter still rage inside of me? Would I spend the rest of eternity carrying the scars for the person I loved, but could never have, knowing that they were with another? Is that why the Elders carried so many scars? Why their faces and bodies seemed to be stitched back together? Were they the scars they carried for failing to make their choice? Would I become just like them – one of them?
With so many unanswered questions racing around my mind, I leant into the wind and driving snow, and continued on to my father’s house. I didn’t want to let any of my friends go, especially Potter. Despite my anger for him, I loved him, and nothing would ever change that. I wanted us to be happy together. I deserved that, didn’t I? But that was selfish of me, right? Could I really forsake my friends; deny them a shot at happiness because of my love for Potter? I didn’t want him to be with Sophie – he was mine. I loved him. I thought of those statues the Elders had shown me. The images of Murphy holding his daughters’ hands haunted my soul. I remembered watching from the window at Hallowed Manor as he had carried his daughters’ lifeless bodies into the woods. I could see him crying in Potter’s arms as if it were only yesterday. How could I deny Murphy the chance of being with his daughters? I pushed the memories away, but they were only replaced with images of Isidor, so often alone, standing to one side, not really fitting in with the rest of us. Melody had accepted him, they had accepted each other, and the statue of them looking into each other’s eyes, filled me with joy, yet sadness too. It was within my power to give them each other back, or snatch it away from them. Again, I tried to push those pictures away, but they were only replaced by images of Kayla.
My sweet little sister, Kayla, who at times seemed so angry and lost, but she had a right to be – she had lost so much. Both her parents had been murdered, and so now had her brother. Kayla had found a friend in Sam; could I take him away from her, too?
Then there was Potter. Perhaps he still did love Sophie? Maybe it was Sophie he was meant to be with? The statue the Elders had shown me said so. I could carry on tricking myself that it was me Potter truly loved, but he didn’t, not really. At the earliest opportunity he had gone back in search for Sophie. Could I blame him?
Wasn’t I now going in search of my father? I needed to see him again, to know that he was okay. Why did I want to know those things?
Because I loved him. Even though I could barely imagine how painful the moment would be when I had to make my choice and send Potter back into Sophie’s arms, I knew that I had to do it. I had to make that choice for Potter and for all of my friends. I
Animals might work, but the effects wouldn’t last long. What sort of existence would that be for my friends? Wasn’t being dead already hell enough?
The Elders had shown me the happy lives my friends could have if I made my choice and pushed everything back in place. Murphy would be with his daughters – they would have never been murdered in their beds by Sparky. Isidor would be with Melody, just like he had always wanted. Kayla would have Sam and Potter would have...
To think of that was unbearable, but I had to face it. Potter would spend his life with Sophie.
She wouldn’t reject him in the world which would exist when I pushed back. Neither of them would know any different – but I would. To Potter, I would have never existed, wiped from his memory, from his life. Would I remember him?
Wherever I ended up, would those feelings I had for Potter still rage inside of me? Would I spend the rest of eternity carrying the scars for the person I loved, but could never have, knowing that they were with another? Is that why the Elders carried so many scars? Why their faces and bodies seemed to be stitched back together? Were they the scars they carried for failing to make their choice? Would I become just like them – one of them?
With so many unanswered questions racing around my mind, I leant into the wind and driving snow, and continued on to my father’s house. I didn’t want to let any of my friends go, especially Potter. Despite my anger for him, I loved him, and nothing would ever change that. I wanted us to be happy together. I deserved that, didn’t I? But that was selfish of me, right? Could I really forsake my friends; deny them a shot at happiness because of my love for Potter? I didn’t want him to be with Sophie – he was mine. I loved him. I thought of those statues the Elders had shown me. The images of Murphy holding his daughters’ hands haunted my soul. I remembered watching from the window at Hallowed Manor as he had carried his daughters’ lifeless bodies into the woods. I could see him crying in Potter’s arms as if it were only yesterday. How could I deny Murphy the chance of being with his daughters? I pushed the memories away, but they were only replaced with images of Isidor, so often alone, standing to one side, not really fitting in with the rest of us. Melody had accepted him, they had accepted each other, and the statue of them looking into each other’s eyes, filled me with joy, yet sadness too. It was within my power to give them each other back, or snatch it away from them. Again, I tried to push those pictures away, but they were only replaced by images of Kayla.
My sweet little sister, Kayla, who at times seemed so angry and lost, but she had a right to be – she had lost so much. Both her parents had been murdered, and so now had her brother. Kayla had found a friend in Sam; could I take him away from her, too?
Then there was Potter. Perhaps he still did love Sophie? Maybe it was Sophie he was meant to be with? The statue the Elders had shown me said so. I could carry on tricking myself that it was me Potter truly loved, but he didn’t, not really. At the earliest opportunity he had gone back in search for Sophie. Could I blame him?
Wasn’t I now going in search of my father? I needed to see him again, to know that he was okay. Why did I want to know those things?
Because I loved him. Even though I could barely imagine how painful the moment would be when I had to make my choice and send Potter back into Sophie’s arms, I knew that I had to do it. I had to make that choice for Potter and for all of my friends. I
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