Thank you AlmightyWarrior for having faith in me enough to stick around. You'll either hate me for the ending. . .or still love me enough to bear with me here for the next couple chaps. You won't be let down I promise! Also the phrases in bold are parts from the song in the movie when Heather dies by Queen. I think it was called When Love Must die. It's kind of corny how I play it out but I thought, eh what the heck? Helps if you find the song on youtube and play it when you see the first bold words and read kind of slow. Enjoy. . .
"Thanks Darren," Arielle said. "I had a great time at the club tonight." She smiled.
Three months had passed since The Kurgan had been taken back to his own world and in that time Arielle and Darren had started seeing each other. She kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm glad you were able to make it," he said. It was one of the nights where Darren played at the local night club. He was a good gutarist and she really did enjoy his show, but she couldn't lie to herself and say that she wasn't distracted by someone else.
She nodded, "Of course. I wouldn't miss it." He looked at her door and then back at her. She took the hint and shook her head. "Um, I-"
"It's ok," he said, interrupting her. "I get it. I don't want to push you, that's not what I'm about. Just know I love you." He kissed her, "Good night." He went back to his car and drove away.
She watched him until he was gone. When he was gone she sighed and went inside. There she got ready for bed and stared at the ceiling as she waited for sleep. Christmas and New Years had gone by and still The Kurgan hadn't come back. It had only been three months and she hadn't even seen him in her dreams. She went to bed and that night, dreading having to face her lonely dreams.
She woke up at the same time she always did when she had work and looked around the room sadly before sighing and rolling out of bed. She hadn't taken any vacation time in the past three and right as she was on her way to work, decided to take time off and go visit her secret cove.
"Hey Katy," she said after trying to call her editor. His secretary, also a friend of Arielle's, answered and said the boss was in an early meeting. "I don't have anything major going on today so I got the suddenly urge to take vacation time." Katy chatted away happily while Arielle looked away and saw how slow traffic was. Probably a crash. Katy gave her the go ahead and Arielle made a quick turn onto a side street to get to a nearby bridge that would lead to the beach she wanted. Katy said goodbye and hung up.
She finally got to the bridge and smoothly crossed over it. It wasn't until she was on the other side that she stopped paying attention to the traffic around her.
Who wants to live forever….Who wants to live forever?
Kurgan sat on his throne, looking at the opposite wall of his throne room.
No chance for us.
She couldn't stop thinking about her months with the Kurgan.
Who wants to live forever. . .Who wants to live forever?
She didn't see the car out of control ahead.
Who dares to love forever?
Kurgan saw the beginnings of an accident suddenly appear as if in a mirror on the opposite wall. His jaw dropped.
Arielle gawked at the car as it slammed into her own.
Ahhhhhhh!
Tires screeching! Blood!
CRASH!
"NO!" The Kurgan bellowed.
When love must die. . . .
"We're losing her!" A man shouted.
The Kurgan closed his eyes.
Come touch my tears with your lips!
When he opened them again he was in the black tunnel that he used to cross into her world in the first place. At the opening to her world he saw Arielle being lifted off the ground, blood soaked her hair and covered her head.
Touch my world with your fingertips!
Kurgan pounded on the window to her realm. He screamed her name but no one heard.
He heard the words 'coma', losing her', 'internal'. . .It couldn't be real!
Who wants to live forever?
He watched with wide eyes as she was put on a strange bed and then put into a vehicle while men and woman dressed in blue clothes rushed to get her away. When she was gone The Kurgan looked around and saw the carnage of her wreck. Her car was so mangled it was nearly unrecognizable. He saw the opposite side of where she would sit was extremely crunched in and the force of it flung her from the car. She had landed hard on the road, not wearing the thickest clothes her skin was brutally shredded, blood was everywhere.
He couldn't see her in his mind anymore. . . .