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"B-becky…" My breath was shaky. Becky's eyes fluttered shut, and she stopped breathing.
"No." I started in a whisper. "No!
I scurried over in a panic to my best friend of nine years. Tears were streaming down my cheeks in a wicked waterfall. I laid my ear on her bloody chest. The copper scented scarlet mixed with the wet mess of my hair…Becky's blood…
I couldn't hear a thing.
By dawn, Alexander was helped into his coffin by his butler, Jameson. There was an ambulance outside the mansion loading Becky into a body bag. My parents and Billy Boy were there, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders, worried.
"Thank god you're safe." My father said, kissing my hair. He was crying. Not over the fact that I almost god killed or the fact that I'm an irresponsible teenager and had gotten pregnant by my seventeen year-old boyfriend. Over the fact that a beautiful, sweet girl had lost her life.
What they didn't know was that I shot her after she got bitten and I was running through the town on a rampage for a vampire killing streak.
The story was that a man had shot her then fled. That man was Jagger, but they didn't know that. Over at the side of a police car was Mr. and Mrs. Miller, hugging each other, sobbing quietly.
I should go to them, say something, anything.
Instead, I waddled over, body drenched in rain, mud and blood to the ambulance. Before they zipped the bag shut on Becky's mouse-like face, auburn hair and porcelain skin, I kissed her.
"I love you, Becks." I whimpered.
The bag was shut on Becky Miller. My best friend. My only friend.
That evening Alexander and I lay in his media room on his black leather sofa, TV off, silence in the air. I turned to him, forgetting that he too had been hurt during last night's hectic events.
"You...smashed your arm." I told him, dazed and confused because under his short sleeve Black Sabbath t-shirt I noticed his arm was in one piece. "How…"
He chuckled, tightening his arm around my shoulders. "We heal quick. It's in our nature."
"Really?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes, really." He smiled at me, flashing his start white fangs behind his full lips.
"So, you can basically crush every body part to the point that no human will be able to breath, and you'll heal?" I snapped my fingers for emphasis. "Just like that?"
He nodded. "The only thing that can really kill us is if you drove a stake through our heart."
I gasped. "Alexander! Please don't talk like that, it worries me that I will lose you."
"You don't need to be so anxious." He reassured me, kissing me on my cheek, making me blush a pale pink color. "Jagger and Luna are gone as it is."
"So is Becky."
He sighed, and I saw that pool of melted chocolaty loneliness in his brown eyes. I laid my head on his shoulder, and he stroked my hair. Tears clouded my eyes, and I really didn't want to cry right now. But there was no stopping them this time.
"You knew her well." He said. It was more of a statement, not so much a question.
I sniffed as some tears stained his shirt. I breathed in his Drakkar and Irish Spring. It was oh so comforting.
"She was all I had." I confessed, voice cracking with sadness. "Besides you, of course. Nobody could compare to her. Not Onyx, Scarlet or Luna. Nobody."
"I'll miss her too." He admitted.
Then I though of Matt. Sweet, sweet Matt who love Becky with all his heart. They were together just as long as Alexander and I were together, maybe longer. They were supposed to get married right out of high school, start a family, grow old together and die together. Warm in there beds, hand in hand. Now Matt didn't have Becky anymore. I could only imagine what Alexander would feel if he lost me.
"Matt…" He started, practically reading my mind. He sighed and took my face in his hands. "If you died on me…I'd have no choice but to lie under the sun until I disintegrated."
"I'm just going to miss her."
"Me too."
We sat there in silence for a while. It seemed like we were just there for hours, maybe days, Alexander holding me in his strong arms.
"She was going to be my bridesmaid. My baby's godmother."
Alexander kissed me, out of passion and as a reminder that he would stay with me through this. "We will get through this." He said, pecking my lips again. "But we will together."
Alexander started kissing me with passion. He kissed my lips with his soft, heavenly lips. He nibbled my ear sending me into a tizzy. My neck was bit playfully with his sharp fangs. H drank me in, feeding my soul with love. I didn't want to let him go. I wanted to be like this forever, with him. My heart pounded in my chest and my breath became short. There wasn't one curve of my body that wasn't explored by his hands or his lips. For the next few hours, I lost myself in Alexander Sterling.
There we go, that's the next chapter for y'all. Now I am so very sorry that Becky died, and you didn't get a lemony chapter. But I needed to change things up a bit, and will give you more steamy chapters in the next installment. Stay tuned for the final chapter of Love Kills!
