AN: This is a later chapter, near the end really. The next chapter will be the beginning :)
You realize when your eyes flicker down to her limp body on the floor by your feet, that this was what was meant to be all along. Everything that happened before now was leading up to this moment. It was all part of his plan, his plan to prove your loyalty to him, to prove your loyalty to your kind. He'd set it up, your own father, and now he stood watching you, blood dripping from his evil mouth, his eyes hungry and angry.
Brittany didn't stir on the floor, she remained unmoving and so did you. Looking back to your father and his shaking fist, you narrowed your eyes, your heart breaking.
"End this." He growled, out of breath and full of fury. His bloody hand rose and pointed towards Brittany and you looked back to her, gulping.
You don't know how you got to this, how he'd planned this all so perfectly to lead up to this moment. You were his puppet all along and you didn't have a clue. And Brittany was his play thing too. He'd brought her to you and you'd lost yourself in her the very same day. With every look and word he said to her, he knew soon she would be dead.
Testing loyalties this way. It wasn't something you'd heard of before, but why would you have? You were the only one in the entire world who had him as a father; the King of all evil. And he prided himself on that. You despised him.
With a final glance in his direction, you took a single step forward and dropped to your knees. Brittany wasn't dead because you could still hear her shallow heart beat, you could still feel the blood pumping slowly through her veins.
More than anything, you wanted to reach out to her. You desperately wanted to pour your blood into her mouth, to give her life. It would take only one moment and she would live again but it was impossible to do because it was against his wishes. He had promised and swore it to you that he would never use his power over you to control your actions but that promise was broken now. You were unable to save her.
"End this." He hissed again, his voice heavy. He was injured, almost deadly so. Blood was seeping out of the hole in his lower stomach and you knew that it would be you to heal him, to save him. You would have no choice but to save the man who had killed your love. And that killed you.
It astounded you how your mind was freeing itself from his control. It amazed you that you weren't sucking the life from the blonde girl right at this moment. You'd grown stronger and powerful and you were resisting but it wasn't enough. It was only a matter of time before he won over you and it wouldn't be him to take her life. It would be you.
"Can't." You whispered, your throat burning. Your looked to her body and your eyes glistened with tears as you listened to her heart beat getting slower. Once it stopped you could never save her. Once it stopped she was gone. A few more minutes, you guessed. A few more minutes and she'd be lost forever.
"One girl." The old vampire wheezed stumbling forward. "This girl broke us apart."
You closed your eyes. "You did this." You mutter.
"You disobey me for a human!" He roared and you flinched. "You humiliate me and disrespect me and defy me for the girl you will kill!"
"I will not." You shake your head, knowing how much you are infuriating him but not caring.
You look to the crumpled body on the floor and your dead heart fills with pain. She would never be here if it wasn't for you. Her leg wouldn't be twisted and snapped, her wrist would not be fractured, there would be no gaping hole in her neck.
You were never supposed to fall in love, you were just supposed to want to protect her. It was never the plan that you should want to give your life for her, that you would take a million lives to save her. You weren't supposed to think she was the most beautiful thing on the face of the planet, or the sweetest person you'd ever met. You were never have supposed to kiss her, to have touched her, to have made love to her. You weren't supposed to love her.
The strongest, rarest thing a vampire could do was love. It scared your father that you felt this way because he himself had never experienced the emotion but he had witnessed it in others and saw how powerful it could be. He wanted it to be over quickly because he was afraid of what might happen.
"Then you will die by my hand." He threatened, meaning each word he said and you knew it. You knew he'd kill you for committing the ultimate crime and disobeying him, being disloyal to him.
"Then kill me." You whisper, eyes still on the girl dying before you. A life without her had no meaning. You would never feel this way again and you would never get over the devastation of losing her. You'd lose yourself and take revenge on anything that moved - something Brittany would never have wanted. There was no meaning to your life without her.
The words left your mouth and a split second later you were on your feet, flying backwards across the room, a firm hand wrapped around your throat. You were slammed against the wall so viciously that you felt the bricks split and crack on impact. You didn't try to fight him, although you stood a fair chance with the state he was now in.
"There is no life without her." You hiss as loud as you are able to. He tightens his grip on your throat. "Not even one by your side."
"My daughter." He speaks sadly, shaking his head in disappointment. "One last chance. Will you really die before killing her? She is as good as dead anyway. She will die wether it is by your hand or not."
You try to speak but his grip is too tight. He loosens his hand so he can hear you, his eyes curious. You swallow once, twice, three times and he gets impatient.
"Will you refuse to kill a dead girl and die?" He whispers and there is sadness in his voice.
"Yes." You say simply and look over his shoulder to the heap that is Brittany on the floor. Her heart beat has slowed and you can barely hear it anymore. You want him to kill you before you can't hear it. You don't want to see or hear her die. You can't save her and because of that you deserve to die. You're too weak to overcome him, to give her life. "I will not kill her."
"I thought better of you." He mumbles distracted and after a second of gathering himself, he extends his razor fangs in a show of anger and madness and throws his head back in a roar. "You die in shame."
His mouth dives to your neck and pierces your flesh but you don't feel a thing. Your too focused on Brittany, the girl laying in the same position over his shoulder on the floor. You watch her die as he drains the life from you. Your father, you killer, sucks hungrily on your blood, making you weaker as each second passes. Your eyes blur and Brittany begins to fade from your vision.
You hear a click and then a bang and he pulls away from you, spinning on his heels towards the noise. Crashing to the floor, you feel nothing. Your head smashed against the ground and you have the perfect sight of her. For one last time, you see her beautiful face. You feel the life leave you and you feel it leaving her, you're too late. She will be gone in a minute or so.
In a final attempt to prove yourself to her, to prove your love, you muster all the energy left in you and start to drag your body towards her. Now you feel the pain. Your still losing blood from your neck and your sure you broke your ankle or your leg when you fell from his grip a few moments ago but none of that matters. You will die, there is no doubt about that in your mind. Even if you reach her, the last of the blood and life in you will be used to save her and that's all that matters.
Your close now, your body burning. A few more pulls and you'll be by her side. You can save her. Each pull is harder than the last and you forget all about the noise and you don't try to think or look to see the fight you know is happening somewhere to the left of you. You can hear shuffling and grunting and hissing and slamming but you don't know what's happening.
There's a roar and a hiss and you ignore it. Your ice cold hand latches onto her good knee and you yank your body closer, a feeling of relief flooding through you. Your hand crawls up her leg and reaches her hand where you quickly grab onto her fingers. You haul you body up and by some miracle you end up on your elbow, hovering at her side. You extend your fangs and like always it stings. Without thinking you slide up towards her head, sinking your fangs into the skin of your arm. Pulling her head onto your lap you force your wounded arm into her mouth, holding her up so she doesn't choke and drown on your blood. Everything else is blurry, you can't see anything except from her face and your heart flutters with hope when you feel her mouth twitch around your skin and there's a gasp before you feel her drink your life away greedily. You hear her heart rate increase rapidly and know you have done right by her. You were right, you're dying. She has taken the last of you and that makes your death mean something. She's alive. You don't know what's happening with your father, you only hope she gets away from him. Brittany will be strong with your blood in her and you only hope that he's weaker than ever now.
"San?" You hear her croak when you no longer feel the pressure of her mouth on your arm.
You feel yourself fall backwards and you never hit the floor. Your life flutters away to the sound of Brittany screaming your name.