Author's Note: I don't own anything
Summary: Victor finds the last butterfly….
Victor Van Dort sat in his study and was drawing a beautiful butterfly. For weeks, he had locked himself in his room working on his art. The focus were butterflies. Blue and purple just like her. Just like Emily. Ever since that night Emily disappeared, Victor felt a pang of guilt. She turned into a bunch of butterflies and she disappeared into the night. Victor chased after her, but it had been too late.
"Victor?" called Victoria, his fiancée from the other side of the door.
"Yes?"
"I made some hot soup," she said, "Come out and try some."
"I'll be down in a bit," he called as he went back to his work.
The sun rose and the sun set and not once did Victor leave the room. He fell asleep on his desk with a pen still in his hand. He woke up the next morning to a tapping sound on the window. He blinked slowly and looked to see what was causing the disturbance. He rubbed his eyes and he didn't see a thing. Cautiously, he opened the window, and nothing was there. As he went to shut the window, he saw it.
There outside the window was one of Emily's butterflies. She flew inside and fluttered around Victor. "You came back," He exclaimed.
She fluttered about happily and landed on his shoulder. "Now you will never leave me," he announced.
He took Emily, the butterfly, and put her into a cage. Emily fluttered about confused. She was trapped. "I have you now."
Victor finally walked out of the room and he went to go find Victoria to show her. "Victor!" Victoria exclaimed.
"Come with me!"
He led her into his study and he showed her the butterfly. "It's Emily," he whispered.
Victoria put her hand on Victor's shoulder. "Are you sure?" she asked.
Victoria walked up to the cage and looked at the butterfly. Emily was thrashing about in the cage. "Victor, do you think it's right keeping her locked up like this?" Victoria questioned.
"I have her back, she can't leave now," defended Victor.
Victoria didn't say anything as she looked at Victor. He was a changed man ever since Emily disappeared. She didn't agree with Victor keeping the butterfly in a cage. "Are you going to take care of her?" Victoria asked.
Victor didn't answer as he watched Emily.
Days went by and Victor would obsess over the butterfly. He spent weeks watching her and forgot to feed her. She was growing weaker and weaker. She was losing strength and was slowly dying. She needed to be set free.
One morning Victor went to check on Emily and she was lying down at the bottom of the cage. "Wake up!" he shouted at the butterfly.
He shook the cage hoping she would wake up. It startled her at first and when she woke up she weakly fluttered about her cage. "I want to get a picture of you, I want to draw you."
He opened the cage and Emily flopped down onto the drawing table. He moved quickly and began to draw her. He was so elegant with his hands and the way he moved was so graceful.
A shotgun went off outside and it startled Victor. He accidentally kicked the table and it sent Emily flying to the ground. "Victor!" screamed Victoria as she came running into the room.
Crush. Crack. "NOOOO!!!!!!" screamed Victor.
Victoria had stepped on Emily. Victor fell to the ground and began to sob. "It was the last one, it was the last one," he cried over and over.
"Victor, I'm sorry," Victoria begged, "I heard guns outside and I was scared. I didn't see her."
Victor picked up what remained of Emily. "Emily, no," Victor cried.
Emily fluttered her wings one last time. And then, she was gone.