Wyatt looked over at her with his grim smile fading from his lips. He felt sanity roll back over him again as he realized what he had just done. He looked down at his hand that he had just used to try to choke Victoria to death and straight back up to her in surprise. He didn't know what had really gone over him in that second, but he could have sworn that some of the insanity that he had seen Victoria have had rolled into his body for a moment there.
Before she could even speak. Before she could even utter a word in her own defense, Wyatt had orbed them both away from the Manor straight to the Golden Gate Bridge.
There they were alone. He let her go roughly as she fell back a few steps away from him on the steel beams of the bridge. The orange suns rays glittered harshly in his bright blue eyes as her reddening shadow glared out from its light. Her reddish brown hair glowed a rough golden color in the suns light as he stared right at her.
He knew she knew now that he knew her secret. He didn't know how or even what she was hiding from any of them really, but he was willing to stay at the top of the Golden Gate Bridge all day and night till he found out.
"Tell me. Now. "he ordered her as she stood there before him.
Her hand smoothed over her bruising throat as she stared at him and nodded. "You want to really be my confidant, Wyatt, at a time like this?" she asked.
The way she'd said it actually could have turned his blood cold. It was such a sore voice that griped him in coldness. He couldn't even match it with her own usual soft voice.
"Right now I am the best bet you have." he laughed sourly at the thought.
"I've seen better days?" she offered lamely as her excuse. Victoria gave him a bitter smile as she tossed her head back in the gleaming light . The sun poured over her pale skin darkly and burned into his eyes as he watched her.
"Don't play dumb with me, Victoria. I know you."
"You know me? You know me?" she asked in surprise. "Right."
"I know this isn't like you. I know there's something wrong with you. I know you need help and I am the only one right now to help you since you put my brother out of commission." he replied as he took a few steps forward to her.
If anything he wished he was in his brother's spot now. Not on the floor unconscious, but by being the person she had spent this last month with. He wished he had been in his brother' s place every time he had saw them together. The way they knew each other so well so quickly. How they had been able to know with a single glance what the other was thinking, or hell, even to have been the one spending so much time there with her.
But she hadn't chosen him. He'd had to live with that. It didn't mean he was going to let her go or let her hurt alone on her own. It only meant he hadn't won this fight yet.
Wyatt knew one thing for certain about Victoria. She loved Chris. He would bet all the money he had that she wasn't telling Chris what was wrong with her just because she didn't want him to look at her with different eyes. She didn't want to lose her perfect goddess appeal to him and she was willing to kill herself because of it.
People did stupid things for love. He knew that better than anyone else. Why else would he be on the top of the Golden Gate Bridge at a time like this with his brother's girl trying to save her?
"I'm not myself lately?" she offered again as she gave him another lame excuse as she started giggling. "So why don't you ski-dattle your way home and let me be?"
He couldn't believe that he had almost choked the life out of her moments before this. He had a feeling that if she got close enough to him again he would do it right this time because of all the lame responses she was trying to give him to get rid of him. Well, that or kiss her. Either way his family would hate him for it.
"I'm not leaving you."
"Wyatt, please. It's not safe to be here. Not with me." she pleaded in a softer voice as she stared into his eyes truthfully.
Her seriousness ran over him like a ton of bricks as she stared at him. Her violet eyes staring deeply into his. The look that was hidden in them was so sad. She didn't want him to know what she had become. She had changed though. Within a matter of days, she had changed.
She was sick now. That was all he knew. Victoria was so close mouthed when it came to saving herself. If anyone were to get the martyr award of the year it would be her right now. He loved her for that. He hated her too. He hated her for the monster she had become.
She had just killed that demon in the alley. It was murder not a vanquish to save the world from his evil. No, it had been filled with a deranged need for something that she had taken from him in the end. Wyatt had a feeling that that very thing was the demons life, or life force, or life energy or whatever you wanted to call it.
He had a feeling that was why she was looking horrible and tired now. Even after a good night of sleep, he saw the sickness was high over her again. Her blue-violet eyes looked hollow and bloodshot as she stared at him. Her strength that she had somehow gotten for a little bit of time was waning low again.
He knew she needed somebody else to suck dry now. He knew she was dying inside. He had seen it before in the alley. The intensity that the sickens washed over her until she wasn't herself and she was drinking a persons life away.
It was a curse.
"I'm not going to leave you," he responded.
However she had gotten it he wanted to know. He wanted to know what it was. He wanted to help her. He needed to help her. Want had nothing to do with this. If he saved her then him sitting back the first time round to see her kill off someone for their life energy would disappear. He would have saved her and killed the evil that was taking over her body now.
"Please, don't be my brave, strong knight in shining Armour now. It's not safe."
He had brought her to this very spot for another thing besides the truth. He had brought her here in case she went after anyone in his family. Namely, Chris right now since he would have been the easiest to kill since he was unconscious in the living room for some reason or another.
"I can't leave you here like this."
He had brought her here for many reasons. Right now all he cared about was one and that was that he only wanted to save her.
"You can't have me either." she told him in a hard voice of steel.
Wyatt
had almost believed her until he saw her strength fail and
deteriorate in a matter of seconds right before his eyes. Victoria
started coughing. The coughs raged through her body as she tried to
grab a hold of something to keep her on her feet.
She dropped to
her knees on the steel bridge. Wyatt was beside her in an instant. He
saw her strength fading so fast as fear raged through him.
He pulled her into his strong arms without even thinking about it as he looked her over in panic. Her pale skin was moist with sweat as she looked up at him with dulling violet-blue eyes. Her pale lips shivered out breaths of air as she kept on coughing on the air that filled her lungs but the air wasn't enough to sustain her. She stared up at him with glowing tears in her eyes as he held her to him.
He knew he couldn't do anything to save her now. Nothing that was permanent anyways. However, he knew he could save her from dying at the moment
"Victoria?" he whispered as he held onto her. Her body shaking in his hands as he tried to warm her arms. She giggled feverishly in his arms as he pulled her into him. Her head collapsed onto his shoulder as he stared down at her pale face. He pulled his arms around her small body and held her closer to him as she breathed heavily. He just realized then that she was still in her Mr. Bubbles pajamas that his aunt has lent her.
"Wyatt." she whispered through a few laughs that turned into coughs.
"Yeah?" he asked her as he searched the bridge for something to help her. Something to help him help her, but he found nothing. He didn't know what to do. He hadn't been prepared for this. A fight maybe. Her and him fighting till one of them was hurt or seriously wounded maybe. Not her collapsing in his arms and him having to battle himself for an answer or a hope or something to save her.
"Who would have thought?" she whispered.
"Who would have thought?" he asked stunned into questioning.
"Us. Here together."
"Oh, "he answered stupidly. His bright blue eyes gazed out into the sky. It's cerulean blue color dominating the scene as a few lcouds slowly passed over head of them. The smell of salt spreading thin over his senses as he held her to him as tightly as could be.
"I'm sorry." she whispered.
He shook his unruly head of dirty blond curls. He knew what she was doing. He knew what she meant. She was starting to sound like a goner. She sounded like she knew she was going to die and she was going to give up the fight just because she could. It sounded like she was telling him her lasts.
"Oh, no you don't. You don't do death. I know you, Victoria. You don't. You fight. You fight like hell to survive and you are going to do that now. You understand me." he ordered her as he pulled her a few inches from his face and looked deep into her tiredly drooping eyes.
"I can't help it." she told him.
"Oh, the hell you can." he told her angrily.
"I'll become a monster." she replied.
He thought for a second. Yes, she would. She would. He knew that .He had witnessed it. He had seen her go crazy and suck the life out of a demon. He had seen her high as a kite off of the very feeling of it. She had been fine a few seconds later though. Sure, she had been weird around him and hadn't wanted her to touch him...
She'd cried out when he had touched her. She had cried out like he had hurt her and then earlier when he had been choking her he had seen her disappear from herself for just a moment of time. She was telling him now like he knew already that she would become a monster.
...What if.. What if she knew everything. What if she knew he saw her that night because whenever she touched someone she saw a flash or a premonition or something like Aunt Phoebe. What if she knew things inside of his mind. It would explain a lot.
That had to be it.
"You know I saw you, don't you?" he asked her as he pulled himself from his own thoughts and looked back down at her.
Her blue eyes were shut to the world. Her breathing was slowing. He knew this wasn't good. Not at all.
He knew there was only one thing he could do to. He loved her and he had to do it to keep her alive.
"Victoria. "he yelled at her. "Wake up, Victoria."
Her blue eyes flicked just a little and opened. She looked so tired. She looked so beautiful.
"Take mine." he told her.
She shook her head as he pulled her into him and up to his neck where he had seen her go for the man's life energy. She shook her head and tried to push him away. Somehow her strength was back just a little more. She pushed him enough for him to let her of in surprise and she was off and crawling way from him in seconds.
"Oh, no you don't." he replied to her actions as he moved to her and stood in her path. He kneeled down to her as he embraced her shoulders. "I'm not going to let you go. You get me?"
"Just let me die." she whispered as tears fell down her cheeks. "Don't want to live like this."
She tried to bat him off but he pulled her closer to him. "Don't you get it? Victoria.. I love you."
More tears flowed down her cheeks as she stopped batting him off of her and just stared at him. The tip of her nose was red from crying. Her blue eyes glowed so darkly in pain as she stared into his and touched his face so gently. For a moment, he almost believed she loved him back.
"Wyatt?" she whispered so softly as if in realization.
"I want you to." he told her as he pulled the collar of his shirt down more to expose his throat.
Her dark violet eyes blackened in desire as she saw is throat. He knew it was what she needed. He knew she didn't want it though. She didn't want to hurt him , but he couldn't let her go. Not if he could save her.
"I'll hurt you." she told him.
"That's okay. "he replied warming her icy cold hands in his and smiling at her. His tanned hands then went to her pale face and moved it up to his. He didn't make her kiss him though. He just stared at her. Everything about her raining over him as he did.
"I don't know if I can control it."
"I trust you."
"Why?" she asked, searching his eyes.
"Do I have to repeat what I said before?" he answered as her eyes strangely watched him.
"I'm sorry." she whispered.
Before he could answer she sprang onto him. He fell hard back onto the steel frame of the bridge. Her body covered his instinctively in the cold harsh wind that sprang up between them. He held onto her as she brought her cold mouth next to his throat. Then, the tearing began as he sucked in air.
He felt the death feeling. He felt death hovering over him as she clung to him and drank. Pain ripped through his whole body as she did this and he jerked uncontrollably in its aftermath. He felt like his soul was tearing away from his very bones it hurt so much. It was a beyond speak able pain.
All in all though, he felt her. He'd never felt this close to her before. To anyone else really.
He felt her feelings wash over him. She was happy he was trying to save her. She was happy she wasn't going to die. Something lingered though over her happiness. He knew she didn't want to be a monster . She didn't want to hurt him or anyone else.
She just wanted to be left alone.
Then, he saw the thing. He saw her standing in front of the mirror at her old home. Her body was see through and she was scared. Then, he saw the black thing hovering about her whispering sweet nothings of power into her ear.
He knew now what was haunting her.
The pain worsened as he drew closer to her. It felt like a blade was spiraling down his body biting at his skin and clawing its way inside his body. He knew if she took more he would die. He pulled at her as she drank as he tried to get her to let go of him.
"Victoria." he whispered.
He pulled at her hands again, but she was stronger now. She was definitely stronger. She was getting stronger each moment that she kept drinking. If he let her drink anymore he would die. He knew that as he laid beneath her.
"Victoria!" he cried out in pain as he tried to wrestle her off.
Her violet eyes sprang open as she flew back off of him. Wyatt instantly sat up as his hand covered his neck where her cool mouth had been seconds before. There was no wound there though. There was only the feeling of being so very tired that lurked through his blood stream. He felt his way quickly to the nearby steel beam not sure he could support himself.
He looked over at her. Her violet eyes were black now. They filled up her eyes for a moment as she stared at him. Something evil and slightly as old as time was inside of her. It looked out at him as he shivered in the cold as the wind picked up. Then, it leaked out of her eyes in the form of tears as giant dark violet tears ran down her eyes to the beam. They disappeared on the beam of the bridge and Wyatt looked back up to Victoria's eyes that were now their regular blue-violet eye color again.
She stared at him for a long moment and swallowed as he stared back at her. They maintained their distance for a long second as they stared at each other and then she crawled to him.
Wyatt watched forbiddingly as she did. He didn't move though. He only waited. Victoria sat beside him for a moment and looked into his blue eyes. They didn't speak as she used her now warm fingertips to raise Wyatt's head up to see his throat. When she saw whatever it was that she needed to see her eyes met his.
In slow motion, she leaned into him and their lips brushed smoothly. Time stood still for him as he breathed in the sweet smell of her. He felt like he had died as they kissed. A string of electricity filed through their bodies as they did. The electricity was as old as time.
It was one of the happiest moments of his life.
Then, the kiss ended and Victoria leaned back onto the palms of her hands. She smiled sadly for a second at him and then she made her way into his embrace. She pulled his arms around her as she let her head drop onto his shoulder and she closed her eyes. It was only a matter of seconds before they were breathing together.
Wyatt barely heard her whisper as he sat stunned into happiness and the beckoning of sleep.
"Thank you."
