We stood outside the room and stared through the window as the human Coraline slept. I couldn't take my eyes off the monitor as the steady beep came and went. She really was human and she really was back. The events played in my mind one after the other, coming into the hospital, laying about how she got her injury, sitting in the room. I couldn't leave until they were sure she was stable, otherwise it looked bad. Now I stood in front of the window, next to Mick, numb.
I could hear my steady breathing and was amazed at how calm I was, no, not calm, I was cold. I couldn't feel at all and could only thin about one thing, Mick.
I trusted Mick with my life and the fact that he had killed his ex-wife for me was something that defeated the nightmares. I used to find comfort in the fact that he was always watching and he had pictures to ensure my safety. Now I wonder if I want those pictures there or not.
"Beth…I" he stopped and kept staring in the window. I didn't say anything back; I didn't know what to say.
"Beth, I know Coraline being back is shocking, but it wasn't what you think." He stopped again and I could only assume he was searching for the right words.
It wasn't that I didn't have the heart to tell him there were no right words; it was the fear that nothing would make sense.
Josef said Coraline was like a fever and Mick was addicted, if that's so, then there was nothing that I could say to make a difference; and like all druggies, you need to cut them loose before they infect you too. In this case it's murder.
"Beth, Coraline… she has a cure. I ca change back, Beth, it's…"
I finally turned to him and stared at his own jade eyes, the eyes that I had once loved more than anything in the world. The eyes that I had at one time belonged to my guardian angel, but now belonged to my executioner.
"Mick," my voice wasn't shaky or quiet, just numb and cold. I looked back into the room at the human Coraline. "Mick, become human or stay a vampire, either way I don't want you coming back into my life." I turned back to him and his furrowed eyebrows and confused eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but I had to get there first.
"I want you to get rid of the photos and my file. I don't want to exist in your life anymore," I turned back to the window, "If you have any ties to me, she has a link."
I turned around and began to walk away, not daring to look back. It wasn't for fear of a broken heart or a teary good-bye; I just didn't want to see him anymore. Let them have a relationship, let them do whatever they want in their crazy world, I wanted to be done with it.