Disclaimer: I do not own this character
Author's Notes: This was written after watching "Last Knight" - S3: Ep22
Forever Knight: Epilogue
The day he truly died, something in me died too. As the final deadly blow was
struck and I felt him go, something inside me screamed so loud it was deafening.
What was that scream...? My heart breaking, pain, anguish, defeat (that he
had at last beaten me by taking this course of action), anger, guilt. Yes guilt,
that maybe I had helped him come to this decision of his. And it was his
decision. He chose to give up, discard everything I had given him, everything
we had shared. He threw it all away, and for what? A woman's love, and a
promise made because of that love. Pathetic, as always.
He talked of faith, her faith in the life they could share, somewhere. Her
belief in this faith, and in him, was so strong she made him feel it too, and
so the decision was made. I tried to talk him out of it, as I had talked him
out of, and in to, so many things, but at the end his mind was made up. I
could see it in his eyes, feel it burning in him. Damn him to hell.
I did what he asked, with all the strength I had, all the love I had ever felt for
him and with tears in my eyes, I took that spear and thrust it through his heart.
And that infernal scream, my scream, has been reverberating inside my head
ever since.
On the day he died, on the day I truly and irrevocably took his life forever, I
discovered that I had a heart capable of feeling compassion and grief, and
then almost in the same second I lost it again, as it died along with his final
breath, leaving only the scream and the pain to linger.
But life goes on, does it not my children, and I can tell that you wish to know
who he was, who I am. He was my son, and his name was Nicholas. Mine
is La Croix, and I am your worst nightmare, but maybe, just maybe, I am
also your closest friend.
The End