Act Three: Unwillingly Living, Part Two
Unconscious flashbacks poured out unto Gerard's mind, the memories of her, the blood she shed, her piercing blue eyes, the delicate, porcelain like skin she wore, her hidden expressions of sad and hurt, the way she sacrificed her thoughts, to clear his doubts, would be forever nailed to his heart, all he had reflected her, and now.... it seemed, he had nothing.
That one night, she could have run...She could have saved herself.
He unwillingly remained live, to suffer alone, with just memories.
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"Leave her alone," His stern voice said, his body blocking hers, with three of them, circling around him and her.
"Just give her to us, and we'll let you go easy," Another voice said, with the sinister smile, and too sharp to be mortal teeth.
Then he knew...what he was up against.
"It'll be okay," he whispered, trying to console her, with a bit of fear in his own voice, and she grabbed for his hand, he squeezed hers gently.
The sinister smile soon turned into a hateful frown,
The voice in his memory swiftly approached him, it clenched it's hand unto his black hair, and pulled away the hoodie that hugged it's victim. Bone to flesh, teeth to skin, it's ivory daggers pierced his neck, an excruciating pain sinking into his physical being, crawling through his blood stream and down his spine. He pushed away and fell onto the bricked ally floor, staring at the figure as wiped it's mouth, and licked the few drops of blood off it's leather gloved hands.
And that was it,
She threw herself to them......surrendered.....assuming everything would be okay.
His mind carried on, pulling his heartstrings, playing back the memories that he would never hold her again, like a film on the dreaded silver screen...
From start to finish the painful reminders of his immortality.
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