Chapter 10: Black Rose
He was dressed in a black suit, his hands clenched in his pockets as he stood head bowed by the roses. He was in front of Theirry's Las Vegas house where he had come carrying a bloody Rashel. He had run that night, putting all his anguish into getting her body somewhere safe.
The wind was battering and cold as it attacked him from the side reminding him how late he was. He didn't move, instead reaching out to pluck a rose.
"Quinn, it's time for the..." Jez's fiery mane popped into his vision with Morgead close behind her, he was always close behind her these days. Everyone was close behind their soulmates waiting for him to crack and kill somebody. "Morgead, I'm fine."
Rakasha moved past Jez who was in a glaring war with Morgead and took his arm gently. "It's time Quinn."
Galen appeared on her other side, smiling softly at him. This place was oozing with love and sympathy but he didn't want any of it. He just wanted hers. She had said wait so he would wait and look for her even if it took forever.
With Rakasha and Galen leading, they made their way to the back where a makeshift funeral was set up. With rows and rows of chairs leading to the one thing he didn't want to see. A black coffin surrounded by black and red roses.
He walked past everyone not making eye contact until he was at the front staring into Rashel's closed eyed.
She looked asleep. Which was worse then her looking dead because he imagined her waking up and saying it was all some sort of twisted joke. He imagined being a bit mad but overall relieved.
"Rashel..."His voice was broken like that of a lost child or the call of a broken bird. The whole funeral he looked at her, watching her unmoving face. If will alone could bring back the dead she would be alive right now.
Eyes glazed, he looked over at the rows of chairs. There were people he had never met but all of them were there. He had called Elliot and the vampire slayers would be having their own private funeral for the Cat, who had died doing what she did best.
Timmy was sitting up front with Daphne and some other girl he didn't know with old soul eyes.
It was dark when he finally tore himself away from his seat to say goodbye. He got up forgetting everything he could have ever said about her that mattered.
"I loved her," He whispered slowly staring at her in that coffin. "I really loved her."