A/N: Jack POV. Everyone say yay, because this took forever. Sorry, I didn't like writing what I originally had, then I got this idea. Also, I told someone this would take 'till Wednesday. I changed my mind(:
"Lips are turning blue,
A kiss that can't renew,
I only dream of you,
My beautiful."
"Fuck!" I heard someone yell from the bathroom upstairs. I hadn't realized anyone was home. The voice sounded like Schuyler, and I debated with myself about whether or not I should go upstairs and see what's wrong. On one hand, she wouldn't want me there, I was sure. But on the other hand, something had to be very wrong if she was yelling things like 'fuck'.
Checking on her won out, in the end. Making sure she was safe and happy would always win out when it came to her.
And God fucking damn.
Schuyler was lying on the floor, surrounded in a puddle of blue blood. I gasped. What was it a silver blood? Had I missed one come into the house?
But…no. There were no fang marks. Just a knife and lots, and lots, of deep gashes in her arms. She had opened up several veins, it would seem.
Laying there, her face looked so peaceful, completely out of place considering her arm and surroundings.
"Schuyler!" I yelled. She looked like she was slowly slipping away from me…slowly losing consciousness.
"Jack?" She whispered back, a slight smile appearing on her face. Why was she smiling? She was going to die, at her own hand, and she was…smiling! This was insanity.
I knelt down, afraid to touch her. I knew there was no use in calling anyone. She was too far gone.
"It's me." My voice was hoarse, and I felt a drop of wetness slipping down my cheeks.
I was Abbadon; I did not cry. I knew not fear, or sadness. I was the angel of destruction; I made others feel those emotions.
Yet, somehow, I felt terrible. I was crying heavily now. My love, she was dying.
"I love you."
And then she was gone, and I was holding her in my arms, hugging her tightly, as if I could make her come back if I showed her how much I loved her, too. Had she really loved me still? Or was she just delirious from loss of blood?
I guess I'd never know.
It took a while, but I finally found the strength to put her down…although not before placing a light kiss upon her blue lips.
But she couldn't kiss back.
"Goodbye, my beautiful…" I whispered, before setting her down slightly and running out of the house.
I needed to destroy something. Or maybe just think. I couldn't quite decide on which yet.
Every night, I dreamt of her. I couldn't help it.
But the night before my bonding, it was a different kind of dream. Not a retelling of a memory of her, or of a situation that could have been. It was like she was visiting me. It was the closure I needed before I would forget Schuyler and instead only remember Mimi, my twin. Mimi, the girl I was fated to be with, even after all these years. She was my soul mate, the one who had been there from the beginning, and the one who would be there until the end of time.
In my dream, I truly believe it was Schuyler giving me that last goodbye that I never received.
It was dark: completely pitch black. I looked around, and saw nothing. Then, a bright shone from behind me. It was her, looking like a stereotypical ghost.
"Jack." She said, sounding more wonderful then she ever had.
It was her.
It had to be.
"Schuyler?" I asked, questioning, just to make sure.
"It's me."
"Why…?"
"After all this time? I know. It's been a while, my dear."
I was silent. It sure fucking had.
"I wanted to give you my wishes for your happiness. I hope you find it in Mimi."
"I found it in you, though. Why did you…?" It seemed I had forgotten how to complete a sentence.
"Like I just said, I wanted you to find happiness. There was no way for you to have that with me. It'd go against the coven. It'd have ruined your life. But I wasn't about to sit there and watch you be with someone else. I took the easy way out, I suppose. But, you know, it's nicer like this."
"I don't want happiness with someone else though. Can't you see that?"
"No, I can't. You wouldn't have agreed to the bonding if you truly believed that, would you have?"
"It's my duty to my people!" How could she be so calm, so cool, and so collected? How could she be saying things like this?
"Jack, I loved you. I still love you. But you never loved me. You liked me a lot, sure. But I was merely your plaything. We never could have been anything. Admit it!"
"I loved you, too! You weren't just a toy. We could have been something!" I argued. I did, she wasn't, we could have!
Or…did I? Was she? Could we have?
I thought I loved her. But, would I really keep our 'love' a secret, if it was actually that? Would I really make her wait in an apartment when there was a chance I might not show?
Maybe, I allowed. Maybe I had loved her. I had at least liked her...but she was merely a 'plaything'. We could never have been anything. I was bound to another. I loved another. It wouldn't have been possible.
No.
She was pretty much right on target. I was an asshole.
"I'm…I'm sorry." I was whispering. What we had...it wasn't enough. I didn't love her...not as much as she loved me. Not like she needed me to love her.
"It's almost okay now, Jack. But, can't you see? You need to get past this."
I was silent again.
I really, really did.
"Goodbye, my love. Find happiness. Move on."
And…I would.
I really would.
Finally! Even though I'm not quite sure how I feel about this. Oh! And shameless self-advertising. I did both Jack's POV of kiss with Schuyler in Masquerade, and a short version of Jack and Schuyler's bonding. Go to my profile and check them out? :D
La Fucking Fin.