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This chapter is for all of you and a special shoutout to houseofanubisfan2! You're amazing. To my reviewers, favouriters and followers, YOU ARE SO FANTASTIC, THANK YOU! As a quick refresher, couples are:
Fabina/Jabian. (Nina's never left Anubis.)
Peddie/ Keddie.
Jara/ Jerina.
Amfie/Walfie.
Moy/ Mickara.
Trudy/Victor. (Slightly.)
Requests can be couples, friendships, and pure hate pairings. All up to you. This is for everyone. Hope you like it!
Chapter 51: Tera/ Vasper.
Casting an eye around, Vera slowly climbed through the window. She held a knife in her hand and she was on a murder mission. She heard someone humming a song. The voice was distinctly female, then Vera stumbled. "God, what a stupid move!"
"Hello? I heard you. Where are you?"
Vera had to kill the woman. Suddenly, the door flew open and her best friend and accomplice's crush stood in the doorway. Vera gaped at her. "Hi."
"Hi. Um, what are you doing in my house? What's with the knife? Would you like a cup of tea? Who told you where I live? How many sugars do you take? Might I ask how you got in here? Do you take milk? Why did you come here?" Trudy blurted all her questions at once.
"First up, can all that wait? I think it'll take a while to explain myself."
"Sure. But I was serious about the tea. Do you fancy a cuppa?"
"That sounds great, just please don't trouble yourself."
"No trouble. Oh, and while I'm here, I wanted to say that I'm sorry." Trudy told her, an apologetic look on her face.
"You're joking. Why should you apologise?"
"I was awful to you and you know that. You didn't deserve that."
Vera felt horrible. It was either her or Trudy and right now, Trudy was making it impossible for Vera to have the murderous mood. "Trudy, you really shouldn't be so nice. I mean, I was really horrible to you, too. You haven't earned it at all. You were only returning the same rubbish you got."
"What does it matter? I'm willing to forgive and forget. That's how things work with me. Just let the water go by."
Vera mentally sighed. It was kill her or be killed by Rufus and Vera couldn't believe she was contemplating the second option. She followed Trudy to the kitchen, where she set the kettle on the hob. "You still use this?" Vera asked.
"Couldn't afford a proper one or a real oven. I don't even have electric here, so it's all Victorian gas lamps and paraffin stoves."
"Wow. You must be clever to work those."
"Not really. Jasper's gran had one. He taught me how to use it."
Vera was amazed at the other woman as she made hot drinks, then led her into the living room, where she sat her down on a beautifully cushioned chair with a hand knitted throw. "Did you make this?" Vera asked in admiration, looking at the throw.
Trudy giggled. "How do you think I pass time without a telly, sweetie? I've made baby blankets, regular blankets and tea cosies."
"Really? Wow. You must be really good at knitting."
"Yeah, my mum taught me about thirty three years ago."
"How old were you?"
"About four. What are you good at?" Trudy asked, kindly. Vera saw a true smile on the other woman's lips and hated herself.
"Um... Getting into stupid, sticky situations."
"Like what?"
"Like getting involved with a psycho man who knows that Jasper likes you and it's distracting him and now being sent to... To..."
Vera couldn't continue. A dark look appeared on Trudy's face as she looked into her drink. "Commit murder? He wants you to kill me, right?"
"Yeah. And I can't do it."
"Whyever not? If this man is as psycho as you say, then he'll kill you if you don't kill me."
"I know, but I can't kill you and live with that. You're not so bad."
"But you'd be safe. If you don't do it, I will."
"What?! You can't! Think of your life, think of Jasper, think of the students! Those kids need you. You're like their mother! Jasper loves you, he's said it himself! He loses you, he'll go to pieces. Please, Trudy, everyone loves you. You can't get all suicidal to spare someone else."
"You think? I will. I can't know that you'd be dead. The kids love you, Victor loves you. You should have heard the praise he gave you."
"That doesn't matter. They all want you. Please, Trudy, see it from my point of view."
"Love, listen. I cannot and will not accept the fact he will kill you. I refuse to let you go back there and tell him you failed. So go ahead. I won't stop you. All I need you to do is tell Jasper that I loved him, too."
Vera felt teary. "I can't do it. I won't. You're just too special for this."
Trudy took the knife before Vera could protest. "Just tell Jasper that I love him."
"Trudy, don't do it!" Vera yelled. Her protest came too late. The kind, gentle woman stabbed herself in her heart, effectively killing herself. "No! Oh, God, Trudy!"
The next day, a heartbroken Vera walked into the Frobisher library, hoping that, by some miracle, Trudy would be in there with Jasper. Instead, she found her friend sat miserably at the desk, looking like something he loved had just dropped out of his life, forever. He spotted Vera and sighed. "Hey. Come on in."
She wanted to cry. "I..."
"Don't. I know you saw her do that. I just can't believe she did."
"Me, either. She was so sweet to me, too. But she had a message for you."
"Oh, really? That she knew about Rufus and that we were both idiots for getting involved?" He asked, miserably.
"No. She asked me to tell you that she loved you."
He sighed. "Oh. That's a shock. Why would she say that?"
"She loved you. She wanted you to be happy and safe."
"If that's why she killed herself, then she died for nothing. If she died to save your skin, then that woman bought you some time."
Vera said "I loved her, too, you know. She was like a sister when I got to know her. It was just too bad that I got to know her in her final hour. I did try to tell her that she shouldn't, but she just told me to tell you that she loved you, then killed herself."
Jasper wanted to hold her hand and tell her that Trudy wouldn't want all this moping. And she wouldn't. But he couldn't bring himself to say anything for the fear of vomiting or crying. Vera comfortingly took his hand and he sighed. "Thanks, Vera. If only I could have told her I loved her before she died."
"I know. She knew anyway."
"I can't imagine how. Unless you told her."
"I was trying to talk her out of it."
"Oh, well. She didn't go feeling totally unloved, then."
"I wouldn't have ever allowed that."
In that moment, the two friends felt that she was there, in that very room, prouder than ever before. Without her, they were empty. But without her, they were stronger.
I hope this was an alright chapter. Now, if anyone fancies something new and cool to read, I recommend House Of Anubis: Mountain Of Thrones by kaneellison1. Hope you liked it! Review and let me know what you think! Until next time, BlackCat46, out!
