Amber: Yes, it was necessary. *sigh* Here's what happens next.
Jac: Hey girl… leave a comment or two here won't ya? Hehe.. told you I would try to complete the story asap, but I doubt I can do it by this hols. Hopefully I can do it before April comes. My schedule goes nuts in April.
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Well people, here's the second last part. Pay close attention to some things, for they may have some effects in the future. Hell yes, I am planning a sequel. But I think the sequel will have to hold until after my A Levels.
Skye got out of the lift. The entire Daybreak Center was eerily quiet except for some hush murmurs by few surviving Daybreakers. Medics hopped from bodies to bodies, trying to separate the wounded from the dead.
Skye was actually following Jade. The human girl had not taken her soulmate's departure easily. He knew that she was going out of the Daybreak Center, yet he did not know what she was going to do.
That was how things had been to him for the past month, knowing only parts of what might happen; yet there was this certain uncertainty in his knowledge. Only at the last possible moment would he have a sudden vision of what was happening to that particular person he had some visions on.
Just like Kyle, he thought. He knew hat the vampire would be in trouble, yet he was not sure what that danger was. Hints were dropped to him as he had dropped to those who needed them. Words that he never thought of came out of his mouth before he could catch himself. When he gave the gun to Kyle, it was merely because of a nagging thought that kept telling him to do so. Only when Kyle had been attacked had he then been informed of it. Realising the reason behind him handing Kyle the gun, he sent an urgent thought-message to the vampire.
Not that it helped to save his life, Skye berated himself. But it helped save Jade's.
At what cost?
He stopped by the vending machine. Jodie was seated on the row of chairs beside it, and beside her, a very distraught Russell. Jodie looked up at Skye, and for a moment, Skye considered using the healing spell he had done on Jade for Russell. He could tell that seeing Russell o grief-stricken would affect Jodie too. But he decided against it. Russell had to be stronger than this. Giving a pat on his shoulder, Skye moved on.
Under the soft moonlight, he could see Jade a few steps in front of the entrance of the Daybreak Center. Her blond hair spilled down her back, the moonlight illuminating it. The petite figure, which usually held strength in it, looked fragile like that of a porcelain doll's now.
He stopped at the entrance, close enough to get to Jade should the need arises, but far enough to give the girl some space. When she spoke, her voice held such abject hopelessness that it broke his heart to hear it.
"Why?" she asked, her head thrown back as if she was asking the heavens. Her body shook as the sobs escaped her throat.
"Why did you have to take away everything from me? What have I done?" Her sobs turned into anguish cries. Skye closed his eyes, feeling every bit of the pain the girl was feeling.
Jade's body swayed and Skye leapt forward to help her. But he stopped himself as the girl fell gently to the ground. Like a wilted flower, once so full of vibrant and life, Skye thought wearily. He was suddenly unsure of his purpose there, why he had bothered to stay and look on when there was nothing he could do to ease the pain in her heart.
"It should have been me…" Jade cried, her eyes sweeping across the dark, starless night that hung like a curtain. Would this curtain ever open again? Would she still get to see the sun shining brightly like it used to?
"Take me if you want… Not him. Give him back to me, damnit…" Her voice was now hoarse. Skye went over, this time not stopping himself. He could not walk away from all these, not when he was given the power to heal. "Jade."
The broken girl did not respond, her head hung low like a puppet with its strings severed. An occasional tremble traveled down her body, and Skye wondered if it was due to the cold wind in the night, or the lack of warmth in her soul. He knelt down slowly beside her, pulling her small frame towards him. Her body was stiff and cold, making him feel instinctively protective over her. He wrapped his arms around her, giving her the warmth she needed, at least for her body.
Her heart? He thought to himself, stroking the soft blond hair. And then he stopped himself. Was it right? Or had he crossed the line? He pulled himself away gently to look at Jade. He lifted her head and looked into her eyes, but they avoided his.
"Jade. Jade, come on, look at me." The jade green eyes finally rested on him, but they were dull, as if she had simply given up the will to live.
"Remember what I told you?" He shifted his weight to the other knee, "That you have to draw strength from within?"
"We need you. This is the time. You have to believe in yourself, believe that you're not the Source for nothing."
His mind cleared, and it was as if suddenly he knew what to do. Taking Jade's hand, he stood up and helped her up. "Come on. There are things to be done." Jade did not budge, confusion in her bloodshot eyes.
Giving a reassuring smile, he said, "You know that I know what I'm doing. Or rather, somehow I knew." He gave a slight tug, and this time, the girl shuffled on behind him.
When they passed by Russell and Jodie, he gave a hand to Russell. The blond vampire looked up and then he took it. A subconscious thought came into Skye's mind – he felt like the magical piper in one of the fairy tales humans used to tell.
Jasper was still in Kyle's ward, and he looked surprised to see the group back. The blanket had been laid across Kyle's body, his eyes hut and he looked at peace. His skin was so pale it looked almost translucent. His lips, usually blood red in color, was colorless now.
"Go on," Skye nudged Jade gently. The girl stepped forward hesitantly, sitting down on the bed beside her soulmate's body. She fought the urge to let loose her controls. She knew that she had to hang on, to be strong. Lifting the blanket, she could see that the blood had dried around Kyle's wound. Yet it was still gaping wide open.
Skye stood beside her, taking her hand and guiding it above the wound. Do it. he said simply, knowing that the girl would know what to do within her heart.
She closed her eyes, concentrating hard. Picture the wound closing. Picture the poison in his body gone. Picture him… well again.
For several intense moments, everyone in the ward joined their hearts and tried to will Kyle's wound to close.
But the moments passed, and it did not.
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Oh… what have I done?
