So I was feeling … down I guess, when I wrote this.
This is just a small, drabble-y oneshot. I added a little more than I had originally planned.
Please read the summary, and remember…
I warned you.
No, I do not own MBaV or any of its characters. Just a twisted fan I guess.
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He gasped as he felt the knife stab him. He turned his head as he felt his hot blood began to leak from the wound. He felt tears course down his cheeks as he saw what remained of his friends and family.
Three piles of smoking ash were all that remained of the vampires who had come to be so important to him.
His eyes traveled farther as the knife was brought down again, stabbing him even closer to the heart. His vision went blurry for a second before it sharpened again, clearly defining the remaining bodies that were spread across the floor.
His mom and sister's bodies were huddled together; his mom's way of protecting his little sister as long as she could, even in death. Next to them, sprawled on his back with his blank eyes looking at nothing was his father, throat slit and now covered in drying blood.
Looking a little closer to him, he saw bloody gray hair and a frown; at least Benny's grandma's eyes were closed.
She didn't have to watch this.
And then finally, lying not too far from him, green eyes open in shock, was his best friend, still and unmoving with death settling in, watching him die.
One more stab and he let out a gasp as blood filled his mouth. He turned on his side, seeing all the people he loved one last time before his vision once again blurred and darkened.
With a body-shuddering cough, Ethan Morgan felt the life flood from his body.
He was gone.
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A knife clanked to the floor as a lone figure watched the last human die, blood pooling around him as his heart began to stop. The dark-cloaked figure moved quickly out of the house, joining the others who stood still in the dark night.
"Is it done?" a soft voice asked, watching the house in silence.
"It is."
"Good. Burn it." With a flick of the wrist, the house burst into bright orange flames, lighting up the night sky. "Let us leave, before the authorities arrive."
"Of course." The dark-cloaked figures disappeared in to the night, leaving no sign behind that they were ever there as the house and corpses burned behind them.
Their job was done.
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So… yeah.
I'm sorry for this. I've been feeling very… down lately is the best way to put it.
Especially about Fanfiction :(
But I hope this sparked some emotion into my readers.
This may not be my last story about death; Just a warning for my readers who prefer 'happy-go-lucky' stories.
Thanks for reading
-JustMe133