Bethyl Week Day 7 – Something I Need part one
Daryl stared at the beautiful, pale face in front of him. Her face was relaxed, peaceful, and Daryl felt a smile cover his lips. His hands moved through the soft, blonde hair and he cursed when they left red streaks in their wake, marring the beautiful tresses. He looked around for some water and sighed when there wasn't any close enough. He knew he had some in the bag outside but he didn't want to risk moving her off his lap to go get it.
The hunter's eyes moved over Beth's face and neck and stopped at the v of her red shirt. His eyes burned and he choked on his breath as it struggled to push through the lump in his throat.
"Beth…" he sobbed out as his eyes continued to stare at the deep redness of her shirt, the image of it blurring.
It used to be white.
"Beth, it's just us…you need to…to wake up….come back," his words died in his throat as his hand found her neck and felt for a pulse.
Nothing.
"Beth, I love you….I love you. You're something I need….please…don't leave me…."
The blonde's body gave a jerk and Daryl felt his heart shatter as a soft groan escaped the pale, bloodless, chapped lips of the woman he loved. Her blue eyes opened slowly and he could see the color had changed. Her beautiful blue eyes, the ones that told him how much she loved him, the ones that teased him, flared in anger at him, were bloodshot and gray. Her hand rose and grabbed his shoulder, loosely at first, then painfully tight as she tried to pull him to her.
Her mouth opened and gasps and groans poured forth from her while he sat there, shaking with sobs as she pulled at him. He had failed her. Again.
His first failure was letting her be taken….
This last one, had cost her her life.
Daryl gave in then, because this was the woman he loved and he would never be able to love another, because this woman was the one thing he needed in his life and he had lost her completely, and let her pull him down to her, his arms wrapping around her cold body tightly as she lowered her teeth to his skin….