Weak…
So extremely weak.
It was like a deja vú of the last morning, except for the fact that this time he hadn't disguised himself, he had just entered the room and bit down. He had been after to kill her, and she was aware of that he had succeded.
She was aware of that it hurt less than an hour ago. She knew she wouldn't last. There was absolutely no way that she'd live through the day. Still she managed to crawl out of bed, somehow got down on the bottom floor, even though she couldn't feel her body, it was all just searing pain. Through a diminished vision she saw that there wasn't anybody up yet, and thanked God for that they didn't have to see her like this. Holding herself upright to a wall, she tried to remember where she was, and by doing so she left a bloody inprint on the wall, which later would arouse her relatives into a large search for her.
A tear slowly ran down her cheek as she said good-bye to everyone and everything, and left the house, and all that was within it.
She had to find Angel. Though she didn't know why, there was something that kept on telling her that he was all that mattered now, that he should come first, even though this had happened. He deserved to know it all.
How she got into the woods she couldn't remember, and she must have fainted sometime during her search, because suddenly the sun was glinting through the roof-tops, colouring the world.
Everything seemed so different from before, lighter and filled with a peaceful harmony, and she wanted to go back to sleep.
Angel, a voice kept calling in her head. You must find Angel.
She forced herself not to fall asleep, and made her way towards where she felt that he was. The longer she walked, the weaker she got, and when she closened up on the place, she was nearly crawling, not able to bear the weight of her body. More and more her vision darkened, and she knew her end was very near, though the voice inside kept screaming that she couldn't lay down quite yet, she had to find Angel.
* * *A mere hour before she had awakened with the pain, Angel had caught a trace of food, and had with pleasure eaten it. Though when Elena had found him, having that worried look all over her face, he lost his appetite.
She seemed to be in grave danger, for she had a really hard time speaking. Someone was trying to stop her from telling him something, and was doing a really good job. For it demanded much Powers to control a person from not speaking, and it was only by that she placed her entire soul in her message that she managed to deliver parts of it.
"He… Bonnie… kill… the prophecy… blood… stop…"
After uttering those words, which seemed had taken a huge effort from her, Elena fell into a deep unconsciousness, just as if she was dead, yet Angel could both see and hear her heart beat inside her chest.
But Angel felt that there was something wrong, and Elena's words and actions had only confirmed it. And now he knew his mother was in danger.
Blood.
He needed blood to help her, only human blood could do any good for his Powers. Only human blood gave Powers. So when he found a suitable prey he bit down, immediately feeling the changes inside of him.
Every reasonable thought left his mind as he felt fury take over him and in its burning hate he found what he needed.
Strength.
His transformation began, long black feathered wings unfolded themselves from his back, his body went stronger, he grew taller and more muscular. Though the biggest change lay in his face.
A scar delved itself into his left eye-brow, his lips drawn backwards to view the long canine teeth, and his eyes – the eyes took the colour of flowing blood, red and living with only a thin black line as a pupil. Anyone who placed their eyes upon him retreated in fear, though none of them would live to tell of the experience.
That night over a hundred humans died, Angel had even forgotten his actual cause why he had changed, until he had stumbled over his mother, and in that moment he realized how wrong he had acted, for she was obviously dying.
Laying on a bed of grass with her eyes closed, half coagulated blood was running down her throat. So pale, so weak. He had never seen her like this, never, and as in a blurr he understood that it was he who had caused her this. As he had drank blood from humans, he had also drained her in the same time, which caused her to be in this status.
If he had fought Nyx, he would have been dead, but then his mother would be filled with life. Rather him than her.
Somehow he regained his mortal self, and fell down on his knees, carefully lifting her up to his arms where he held her tightly.
"I'm sorry for everything," he whispered.
A tear slid down his cheek and landed on her forehead.
"Don't be. We're together now," she mumbled, her voice so weak that he even with his supernatural Powers barely could hear her.
"If only I could do something…"
"My lord, there's one thing you can do for her," a voice from behind said.
Angel lifted his face slightly and looked into Nyx's green eyes. Also they were filled with sorrow, though this one also reflected a pain which went much deeper than Angel could understand. But he was so into his own sorrow, his hate over what Nyx had done to his mother, that he couldn't feel any compassion to her.
"Get lost. I don't need your help," Angel shouted, blinded by anger and sorrow.
Nyx shook her head sadly as if she knew exactly what he thought.
"It is not because of you that your mother is dying. 'Tis a part of the prophecy, my lord. Though I as well as all other creatures of darkness know how to stop the prophecy. You're the only one who doesn't."
He didn't understand what she meant, he only shook his head violently and refused to take it in.
A shiver went through Bonnie's limp body, a convulsion of what would soon take her away, and Angel focused on her instead.
"My lord Nemesis – Angel, you must drink of her blood until her heart does not longer beat, or the world will crumble and fall into a nothingness. That's the only way to stop the prophecy."
"WHAT THE HELL DO I CARE ABOUT THE WORLD?!" Angel shouted.
"If you don't do this, she will forever be in this pain, her soul will never find peace," Nyx kept on, though her voice was calm and low. "Do you want her to suffer like this? Do you?"
A confused and then resigned feeling spread itself over Angel's face as the words brought sense into him, and he leaned his head down in sorrow.
"Do it," Bonnie's voice whispered, and she rolled her head to the side, viewing the unmarked part of her neck.
Doubt went through him until he finally nodded.
"Perdono, mamma," he said. (forgive me, mom)
"Ti amo, figlio. Indipendentemente da chiunque tu che, ti amo. Promettere a qu di tu non rendersi perché tuo desiderio di lasciare questo il mondo. Promette di tu rimanere qui succeda quel che succeda."
(I love you, son. No matter who you are, I love you. And please promise me that you won't give in for your wish to leave this world. Promise that you'll stay here no matter what.")
Angel lifted up his left hand in which his ring could be found. On it, stains of his blood had coagulated, and stained the blue in the lapis lazuli stone. He touched her forehead with this hand, letting the ring graze her skin, and then he moved the hand to his chest, placing it there to rest for a few seconds.
"Io giuare su sangue di fare non rendersi, indipendentemente quanto io voler il. E io voler di ti a conoscere di ti amo, mamma. E buono, perdono."
("I swear by my blood that I will not give in, no matter how much I want it. And I want you to know that I love you, mom. And please, forgive me.")
A peaceful expression took place on her face, and she smiled through her torments.
"C'è esistere niente di perdono." ("There's nothing to forgive.")
By those words he leaned in and bit down.