She’s a frail human. A sick, frail human. Her blood reeked of decay and disease. Orion’s thoughts swirled in his mind as he gazed down at her unconscious body. Her skin was paler than the last time he’d seen her. Her hair had thinned and dulled. She already looked like a corpse in a coffin. She is on her deathbed for fuck’s sake. Stop this madness. Let her die in peace and let her go to her heaven.
When he had called Caleb to discuss the newest regulations administered by the council, Caleb promised he would return his call in the morning. He said he just needed some time. At the time, fury had coiled around him, he had asked what was more important than discussing important political details. Then he heard Caleb sigh and he never thought he’d hear his friend cry.
“She won’t last the night, Orion. I won’t allow her to die alone.”
Time froze.
Thoughts of politics and regulations ceased to exist as everything in Orion came to a stop. His heart clenched as visions of the poor soul infiltrated his mind. Death for her was inevitable. He had known since the moment he had met her. The smell of her blood confirmed it, but where others steered clear, he had been strangely drawn to the wilting flower.
He should have told Caleb that there was no way he would ever share his family blood with her. It would’ve saved them a lot of pain and empty promises. He did tell Caleb that! He did! But Caleb, the persistent fool that he was, continued to persuade him to at least meet her. His blood was not something he could easily share and his family wouldn’t appreciate that type of attention garnered lightly. Even if every time his eyes gazed straight into hers that he could feel her soul beckoning to his, he couldn’t allow himself to respond to her silent pleas.
That night she had showed up when his family was entertaining high society officials; he had to set her straight and correct her behavior. She could not just seek him out as if she had the right to him. He did what he had to do. He broke her heart and distinguished all hope. The innocence within her eyes was snuffed out like a candle, watching him close the door to the office as he pulled another willing flower into his office to entertain.
All that hope and love reflecting in those depths was replaced by pain and betrayal. Every time he attempted to draw her into a conversation, she was so cold, cruel, and distant. He missed her warmth. He missed her hanging off his sentences in desperation to see if she could hear his soul in the words he said.
He swore to her that he couldn’t save her. He wouldn’t. He refused.
Yet the moment Caleb’s words struck him like a physical blow, the news of her impending death chilled his core. Caleb issued an apology and promised to call in the morning. Even when Caleb hung up, all he could do was stand there in shock. He couldn’t function properly. If it hadn’t been for his sister to walk by the office, he would’ve still been standing in his family’s estate. He had fallen on his knees in front of her, feeling like his entire world was dying and shattering before him.
“What is it?” Persephone had questioned him.
His eyes went to his sister. “She’ll be dead before morning.”
Persephone frowned before her eyes narrowed in on him. “What is she to you, Orion? No more lies. You wouldn’t look like you were dying if she didn’t mean something to you.”
“I-I don’t,” he had fumbled over his words. “I-I don’t know, but I just can’t...”
“You can’t what?”
“I can’t lose her, Persephone. It’ll be the death of me.”
Shocked, Persephone’s eyes widened at that. That was where their father found them with Persephone crouched down before Orion and Orion on his knees her before she looked to their father.
“She’s his mate and she will be dead before the morning,” she finally told their father. Orion’s eyes instantly looked back and forth between his sister and father. He was uncertain how they’d take this news. When his sister fixed him with a look: “Well, you certainly have your work cut out for you since you’ve made quite a mess between the two of you. We expect to meet our newest family legacy properly.”
Their father nodded. “Go. Don’t delay. Time is of the essence.”
He had immediately gone to Caleb’s estate. At first, Caleb was prepared to put up a fight and not allow him to see her, but his old friend got one look in his eyes and the words he had been meaning to say died before he could open his mouth. Caleb just swallowed as he continued to stare into Orion’s eyes before he croaked out a single question.
“Are you certain?”
“Where is she?” Orion asked.
Conflicted, Caleb bit his lip and then he shook his head. “She said she was ready to die.”
“I’m not ready for that. I’ll never be ready for that. She’s my mate. I can’t just let her go. I’ll follow her in death if I must.”
For a moment, his oldest friend just stood there, frozen by his words before muttering a curse. He finally allowed Orion inside. Even though he heard her stuttering weak heartbeat, he waited until Caleb led him to his sister’s room.
Now here he was, just staring at his dying mate. Was it right to take away her choice? Before he had broken her trust, she had wanted this. She had begged him to turn her. She begged for a second chance.
Caleb said she was ready to die. The last time Orion had seen her, he saw the resolution of it in her eyes. She had said that there was no reason for her to live so why should she stay in a world where she wasn’t welcome? Maybe in heaven, she had said, maybe in heaven, they would welcome her with open arms.
What he would give to return to that exact moment in time and tell her that life could welcome her with open arms. Yet he had waited until the last moments of her life to come to this conclusion. No matter what happened tonight, he vowed he would follow her in life or in death.
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Deliriously, Caramia blinked, surveying the room and expecting to see her stepbrother, Caleb. When her eyes came across Orion, she wondered if she was just so far gone by now that hallucinations were normal at this point in time. She sighed, wondering if it was death taunting her over things she knew she never deserved.
Because she knew the truth. Like the others, Orion couldn’t stand her... just like the others. She remembered his harsh words before he had taken the hauntingly beautiful lady with him as he shut the door on her hopes and dreams.
“You aren’t here,” she murmured, squeezed her eyes shut.
Yet the vision of the sinfully handsome vampire wouldn’t disappear. She shook her head as she glanced around, wondering where Caleb was. He promised he wouldn’t let her die alone.
Then Orion was at her side and she felt the weight of the bed shift. “Are you truly prepared to die, Caramia?”
She stilled and gazed up into his eyes as they drilled into hers. She gulped, wondering if Orion was truly right there. Was he truly asking her questions? No, no, it couldn’t be. She shook her head as she muttered aloud: “It’s not possible. You’re not here.”
He leaned down until his face was inches above hers. “Caramia, have you really chosen death? Is there truly nothing here that would keep you here?”
This hallucination was tormenting her and she tried to fight against him. She tried to weakly push at the immoveable form. Tears filled her eyes as hands caught her fists and clutched them to a solid chest.
“Please,” she begged. “Please just let me die in peace.”
The body stiffened at her admission. She whimpered when she felt the body slowly remove themselves for her. Once again, heartbreak bled her already shattered soul as the fresh pain cut through her. She trembled as she watched the hallucination begin to disappear. None of it was real. She knew it wasn’t Orion, but even so, the pain was just as intense as that fateful night.
“I know you’re not here,” she murmured. “I know he’s not here. Oh, I wish you were.” The hallucination slowly ventured forward back into view. “I didn’t expect him to save my life. I hope he knows that. I never truly believed that he’d share his family legacy with someone like me. I’m not as much of a simpleton as everybody believes. I knew he couldn’t love me the way I wanted him to. Maybe, I was just being selfish, because I felt this connection to him. He was so special to me and I just… I had hoped he felt the same way.” Tears escaped down her cheeks. Looking at him hurt too much so she gazed up at the ceiling. “I wanted to hate him. I wanted to die hating him, but I can’t. I could never truly hate him. When he shut the door that night, I knew it wasn’t the same for him.” She sucked in a breath. “My death will allow my stepbrother to live the life he was supposed to live. He’s going to take it the hardest. He’s the only one that will care when I pass.”
The hallucination shook his head in denial. “That’s not true.”
“We both know that’s a lie,” she said as she boldly looked death in the face. “We both know that he isn’t here right now. He doesn’t give a damn about me. If he did, he wouldn’t let me die. He would do everything in his power to prevent it, but we both know that he’s not here--”
“Is that what you want?” the hallucination cut in. “Is it? Do you want my blood to live--”
“No! I wanted his blood so I could be the only one to know the kind of thoughts that circle his mind. I wanted to know the world he keeps locked away so deep inside of him.” She heard the hallucination inhale sharply. “In his world, sharing blood means something to them and I wanted his heart not just his fucking blood. Because maybe if I became one of them, he would deem me worthy enough to be seen in public with me.”