Chapter 3: The Ending of An Unexpected Friendship

Summer of 2005

SLAP

David's face stung from the slap his mistress gave him.

"All of this time? All of this time you've disobeyed me? ME! The one who gave you life again!" Draven yanked David by the hair and threw him agaisnt the wall. She summoned for her minions to string him up.

"I'll teach you to betray me..."

Meanwhile

Jeremy walked through the garden. He picked a rose and smelled it's pretty smell. It had been 37 years since he was brought here. He still mourned them, Emily and Melissa. He still loved them, every night would be filled with his sorrowful crying. His relationship with David had soothed him in ways he'd never thought possible. Considering David was the reason he ached so much in his heart. Draven had found out about them and was furious. She wanted Jeremy for herself and David stood in the way. She told them to stop, but of course they didn't.

Jeremy held the rose at heart-level and thought back to the night he and David cemented their affections.

-Flashback-

Jeremy had decided he couldn't live like this. He couldn't take innocent lives just to fuel his existence. If the sun wouldn't give him an excape, he would leave the world by a stake to the heart. He stood in his room near an open window, with the sun shinning on his flustered face.

"Goodbye." he lifted the stake high, just then David walked into the room.

"It's time for din...what the hell are you doing!" he grabbed the stake before Jeremy could stab himself. "Have you lost your mind?"

"What's the point? I'm never going to hear them, smell them, I'm never going to SEE them again either way. And I'd rather be down there," he pointed toward the hardwood floor, which symbolized the gate between there and hell. "Then here." he kept his eyes fixed on the ground.

"You HAVE to live, if you do throw away your life, you waste thiers." Jeremy looked up, "You can't BE with them, no, but you have to live FOR them." Jeremy looked away. David walked over to him.

"Look at me!" Jeremy turned back around, "Don't you get that killing yourself is incredibly selfish? Do you want their deaths to be pointless even more than they already are! You have to go on and start over!" David yelled, scolding the older man for wanting to take the easy way out.

"Start over? START OVER! What the fuck am I starting over with? I can't leave here, and I have no one. NO ONE!" he turned his back toward David again.

"You have me."

-End Flashback-

"Oh, if she were to find out of our deception," Jeremy said, speaking to the rose, "Lord knows what she would do." He placed the rose in the top part of his hair, which was pulled into a tight ponytail.

Just then he heard a sharp scream coming from the mansion. He ran toward the sound, realizing it was David. As he made his way to David's quarters, he saw the bottom of Draven's dress swing as she turned the corner.

"Oh no," he thought "she found out." he walked toward the room cautiously. David laid on his side, coughing. Jeremy rushed to his side.

"She found out." David spat out as he coughed. He had been beaten so badly, he was covered from head to toe in blood. Jeremy rolled him over on his back. The dim light in the room lit him his face. He was exremtly pale, not what he was normally, but as if he had been...

"Dained," David said, interrupting Jeremy's throughs. "They drained me. If that's what you were thinking. Which means I'm going to die soon." Jeremy's eyes widended.

"No, it's going to be ok, I'll get you fixed up, it's going to be o..." David put a bloody finger up to his lips. "No, you've got to except...argg...this. It's my fault, I shoud have listened to her. I shouldn't have let me infatuation cloud my loyality."

"Fuck that, you did everything, David, EVERYTHING she asked of you and look at what she's done to you."

"It's ok, it's the way of nature. She used me for what she needed. Just like I did to others. So it's only karma." his eyes started to roll back. Jeremy shook him.

"No, don't leave me," he started to cry "I can't do this again..I...I can't loose anyone else."

David opened an eye, "Hey, you'll be ok, because I know you. You made it through loss before, you can make..." he started slowing down his speech, "...it...through...anything...Jeremy..."

Jeremy chuckled lightly.

"You know, after all these years, that was the first time you called me "Jeremy". "

David smirked a little, "Always a first time for everything..." he looked up at the ceiling. His eyes glossed over. He could see light, then he could see a lush, green field. And he could see a little blond boy, standing on top of a rock, his back toward David's view. Slowly the boy turned around, until his face was visible. It was David when he was a child. Still innocent, still free.

"You know something?" he asked Jeremy.

"What?" he cooed back.

"I was a cute kid." he muttered with his last breath. And that was it. He was gone.

"What? David?" he shook his body lightly. When he didn't get a response, Jeremy cried silently for a few minutes, then stood up. Blood covered his shirt. He looked out the room's window, the sun was almost up. Draven had returned to her coffin for the day. Jeremy snapped. Rage filled his mind. For a second time, Draven had taken someone he cared about away. But this time she wouldn't get away with it.

Jeremy took a sheet off of David's bed and wrapped him up in it. He lifted him up and took him to the garden. He dug a hole under his favorite bed of roses and buried David there. No headstone, just a single rose was sat on top of his grave.

Once finished, Jeremy stormed the mansion, "DRAVEN!" he yelled with a fiery tone. A few of Draven's servants walked out of different rooms. They all circled Jeremy. One ran toward him, he scuffed. He made easy work of the servant, snapping his neck with one hand. The others followed him to their fates.

Jeremy, after ridding the place of any interruptions, walked into Draven's chamber. He lifted the coffin lid, she lay there, completely helpless. He lifted up a container of gasoline he had found in the garage. He poured half of it over Draven. The rest he spilled throughtout the rest of the empty mansion. He walked to the front of the building and lit a match. He watched as the prison he lived in for so long burned to the ground. All of it, everything inside, including Draven.

He turned his back toward the blaze and walked off.