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Note: The following takes place after the episode 12, so if you haven't seen the full season, just don't go ahead. Stop reading right now, when it's not too late. This has been written before ep-13 and has nothing to do with it!
Prologue
"Flatline," said the doctor.
In the hallway, Mick stopped breathing.
On the other side of the large window, in that emergency room of the hospital, Beth was lying on the table, dead!
He couldn't believe it. How could he have let this happen to her?
A nurse moved to cover Beth's face with a sheet but the doctor stopped her arm. He walked out of the room and moved over to Mick.
"I'm sorry, Mister St John, she's gone. We've tried our best but…" the doctor said.
Mick raised a hand and stopped him. He didn't want the doctor to talk about the details. He had felt Beth's suffering as if it was his, every second. He had heard every beat of her heart until it faded and finally stopped. He had seen the fear in her eyes and felt so powerless.
"I know," Mick answered.
Mick felt the rage invade his body and he contained his transformation. He wasn't in anger against Beth's killer, he was in anger against his cursed fate, he was in anger because his vampire abilities did not help him to control his destiny, neither Beth's. All around him was just death, blood, violence and darkness.
For a short instant, he thought he saw her breathe under the thin white fabric, but he didn't hear her heart beat. Beside the activities of the hospital, everything was silent.
He would never hear her voice again, he would never see her smile or smell her soft fragrance. Tears came up to his eyes and he looked away from her body.
"Beth, I'm sorry," he whispered.