This story is the result of a crappy Christmas and too much opera music.
I've changed this slightly and reposted it because I'm thinking of doing
the prequel. Tell me if you think it's a good idea.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I know it's not mine, they know it's not mine what more do you want?
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She lay staring at the net of twinkling white Christmas lights above her bed, one last desperate effort to lift her spirits. It wasn't working. She should have been happy. The final battle was over and they'd won, just like in the movies. At least that was how it had seemed at first. Victory. Freedom. Then it was time to tell the rest of the humans, to let them know about the existence of the Nightworld.
She stood up and walked to the only window in her tiny bedsit. Snow fell outside, a sight that would, under normal circumstances fill her with seasonal cheer, but not now. She picked absently at the peeling white paint of the window sill. Life wasn't like the movies. She contemplated their mistake allowing the tears to flow freely down her cheeks. It was a mistake with severe repercussions. It had caused her to lose everyone she'd ever cared about, ever loved. Her friends, her mother. her soulmate. All gone.
They might have won the millennium battle but, because of her, the world was still a war zone and she, like her friends was being hunted down. She'd had the power to prevent it all; she could have told him not to do it, he would have listened. It was her fault.
Of course now it was too late, he was just a mummified corpse, probably not even that. After she fled the mansion the hunters had probably burnt it and everything inside to the ground. If she'd stayed she could have died with him but that would have accomplished nothing, she'd needed time.
Now her plan was complete.
She'd spent months after his death searching for someone to help her. It had taken a long time, the vampires were wary now, after their existence had been revealed, more so that any of the other species. Humans hated them especially. Eventually she found someone, a Lamia named Reed Greenwood; he'd recognised her immediately and offered his help.
Everything was ready now, she didn't care about the world, not without Thierry, and she didn't want to live again without him. It had been almost a year since the battle, since they had revealed a new world to the humans making the biggest mistake imaginable.
Hannah looked at the weapon in her hand, nothing fancy, but it would do, a wooden knife she'd taken from a man waiting for her the night before. Carefully she raised it above her chest, hand trembling, this was it. She plunged the sharp deadly point into her heart quickly, collapsing to her knees.
The pain filled her body and she fell forward, driving the knife in further. Her eyes dulled as the life left her body for the last time and her skin dried. It was over.
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I know, it's really depressing (I made me cry) and I'm impressed if you managed to read to the end, sorry.
Please review.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I know it's not mine, they know it's not mine what more do you want?
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She lay staring at the net of twinkling white Christmas lights above her bed, one last desperate effort to lift her spirits. It wasn't working. She should have been happy. The final battle was over and they'd won, just like in the movies. At least that was how it had seemed at first. Victory. Freedom. Then it was time to tell the rest of the humans, to let them know about the existence of the Nightworld.
She stood up and walked to the only window in her tiny bedsit. Snow fell outside, a sight that would, under normal circumstances fill her with seasonal cheer, but not now. She picked absently at the peeling white paint of the window sill. Life wasn't like the movies. She contemplated their mistake allowing the tears to flow freely down her cheeks. It was a mistake with severe repercussions. It had caused her to lose everyone she'd ever cared about, ever loved. Her friends, her mother. her soulmate. All gone.
They might have won the millennium battle but, because of her, the world was still a war zone and she, like her friends was being hunted down. She'd had the power to prevent it all; she could have told him not to do it, he would have listened. It was her fault.
Of course now it was too late, he was just a mummified corpse, probably not even that. After she fled the mansion the hunters had probably burnt it and everything inside to the ground. If she'd stayed she could have died with him but that would have accomplished nothing, she'd needed time.
Now her plan was complete.
She'd spent months after his death searching for someone to help her. It had taken a long time, the vampires were wary now, after their existence had been revealed, more so that any of the other species. Humans hated them especially. Eventually she found someone, a Lamia named Reed Greenwood; he'd recognised her immediately and offered his help.
Everything was ready now, she didn't care about the world, not without Thierry, and she didn't want to live again without him. It had been almost a year since the battle, since they had revealed a new world to the humans making the biggest mistake imaginable.
Hannah looked at the weapon in her hand, nothing fancy, but it would do, a wooden knife she'd taken from a man waiting for her the night before. Carefully she raised it above her chest, hand trembling, this was it. She plunged the sharp deadly point into her heart quickly, collapsing to her knees.
The pain filled her body and she fell forward, driving the knife in further. Her eyes dulled as the life left her body for the last time and her skin dried. It was over.
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I know, it's really depressing (I made me cry) and I'm impressed if you managed to read to the end, sorry.
Please review.