Epilogue: The Black Lily
The three had barely took a few steps into the main street of Ambrose when it was filled with the lights of fire engines and police cars. Katrina looked around wildly for a place to hide, but it was too late. Before she knew what was going on, Carly was dragging her away and Nick was explaining things to the police. Seconds later, she was being bundled into the ambulance along with her enemies. Katrina said nothing, realizing that her and the baby's safety would rely on the choices she would now make. And as much as she wanted to slit the throats of the two sitting in front of her, to do so would place her in a jail instead of a hospital. She choked back a sob and allowed the EMT's to look her over.
She vaguely heard them ask her questions, such as if she had been raped and if she knew she was pregnant. They asked her the date of her last period and whether or not she had any other medical conditions. Katrina ignored all of them and settled her gaze on a box of gauze hanging on the ambulance wall. She sank back into her blanket as the first rays of dawn began to appear over the horizon. The EMT's left her alone and Katrina covered her face with the blanket so she could cry privately. Her exhaustion got the better of her and she dozed off for a few minutes, waking only when she heard Nick, Carly, and the EMT's talking about her.
"Do either of you know who she is?" the female EMT asked.
"No. She wouldn't say a word to us," Carly said quietly.
"I think her name is Lily," Nick murmured.
"What do you mean?" asked Carly.
"She said something to me before . . . something about a black lily. She was holding that necklace. When I asked her what she meant, she pressed it against her chest and said Lily."
"The Black Lily. Then that's what we'll call her. It fits, you know. She's as pale as a lily, and her hair's sure black," the male EMT said with a dry laugh.
Nick glared at the EMT's lame attempt at humor, while his sister patted Katrina's hand.
With a jolt, the ambulance began to move. Katrina sat up quickly as it began to drive away from everything and everyone she had come to love. Her tear filled eyes looked out the window to take one last look at Ambrose. She gasped as the vehicle passed Lester's run down old truck.
Lester was sitting on the bed, watching the ambulance drive by. His eyes reflected pain and worry, but he gave her a reassuring smile before he was out of view.
Katrina grasped her black lily with her sweaty hand.
"Vincent . . ."
A/N: I'm sure you all hate me for the ending of this story! Such a mean way to end! But . . . guess what? I've decided that if enough of you REALLY want it, I'll write the sequel. Thanks to all of you who read and reviewed!