The flames flickered, shattered glass all around, the ringing in my ears surrounding the darkness near the edge of my vision. Voices were crying and to my side I looked to see that golden skin with the rose tattoo carrying those black vines and thorns. Trying to reach for the belt I felt my leg, crushed and seething in crying protests.
"Blaise," I semi-yell, "Blaise wake up!"
Blaise lashes hadn't opened an inch or with that cocky smile he'd give. The screeching of metal, creaking inward as the flames grew closer. Reaching for my belt buckle I noticed the cheap plastic melting with the metal. Heart racing as I tried jerking the belt up to no avail.
"Blaise, honey wake up." I pleaded with despair lacing my tone as the tears stream down upon my face.
Male voices screamed on the outside saying, "Over here!"
The door open releasing the icy cold breeze into the burning vehicle, hands entering as they yanked the belt buckle free from my body. Relief fill my muscles until those glowing red hues brought the tension. Holding me right there was deep, crimson hues staring deep into my own.
"Well, well," The man spoke, "We have ourselves a little rosebud."
"Get your hands off me you pig!" I screech, struggling despite the aching cries.
"Ooo, She's feisty too." The man taunted.
"Let's turn her!" The second man spoke.
"So you can go screw her over, James?" The woman retorted.
"Olivia, that's no way to talk in front of a lovely rose, don't you think?" The man countered a deadly glisten spark in his eyes giving both of them warnings.
Olivia, had mumbled before the man's eyes grew wide and in rage. He dropped me to the ground as he held Olivia to her collar as they tumbled on the ground. James shook his head as he went over to them, tearing apart the fight. That's the way the Lilitu's prized ones, the Strix.
Flesh eating and blood sucking killers the Rose Guardians were trained for in any moment like this. As James calmed the man and Olivia their eyes returned to my own as they stared with me by the burning car. Unlike the stories you've probably heard from your mythology classes or any of the Vampire Academy world, I wasn't going to run from a fight.
"What's a little Dakhanavar like you doing away from your territory?" The man asked.
I spat not even glancing into those dangerous, glowing red hues. Raising me again my auburn hair he seethed his fangs ready for the kill. Until another screeched arose to my attention. Glancing there stood Blaise with a black, yet cut, eye as he was covered in black dust settling upon his body as he struggled to come to my side. At that moment I elbowed the man as he wheezed while I rushed to Blaise trying to move anywhere but towards the Strix.
Wheezing after about ten minutes we were caught, the man smirking looked at Olivia and nodded. Olivia restrained Blaise as they headed towards the car, chatting softly as no one would hear. My eyes looked at the sight, piecing by piece of what was to happen. Screams were escaping my lungs, only Blaise kept his gaze upon Olivia.
"I beg of you, sir. Please let him go." I start pleading, "I'll do anything you say, just please let him go."
"Too late, sweetheart." The man spoke, "You should have stayed, but pretty boy looks like the chow we need tonight."
My eyes widen as I screamed, "BLAISE! BLAISE DON'T DO THIS! BLAISE HONEY DON'T DO THIS!"
They were about five feet from the car as Olivia whispered into his ear, then turning his gaze he wave happily over towards where I was kneeling in sorrowful tears with his goofy grin. Olivia then whispered more into his ear before patting his shoulder as they walk their separate ways. Blaise walked in and just sat in the car as his once golden honey skin was now blackening as he stood without tears or agonizing pain.
Within minutes the car exploded as fresh blood and human flesh was spread across the desert. My heart lurching forward fought a pathetic cry before laying in a fetal position hoping this was all a nightmare.
The man spoke softly in my ear, "Now little rosebud, are going to pay with your life for defying an offer of a lifetime."A shlucking sound came as the silver blade was in front of my line of sight.
The same silver blade that Blaise would never let out of his sight or grasp. My cheeks burning a fuming red as she struggled with his brute force.
"A bitter sweet love that's turned into a classic favorite of mine," The man whispered, "Let's see if Romeo will accept his little, rosebud Juliet."
As the silver flash moved away, biting my tongue, I began to imagine the life I would have had with Blaise. If I had said anything of sorts to confess my desire for our relationship. Only if I had we'd be sworn to protect each other than what we wish to protect, the specialized. Blaise had protested at times, trying to convince my heart was for a specialized not a mere, petty Rose Guardian.
"Good bye, rosebud." He whispered as he jabbed the knife into my gut.
Flashes of memories come to my mind as my eyes laid still and in quiet darkness. Flashes of when Blaise and I didn't have the cursed tattoos, when he propose for our first fake engagement, or pretending Andrea was our first baby at age eleven. Flashes of the dreams I had, when they would never come true.
"I love you, Blaise." I whispered, just as the darkness ensnared my entire world.
Groggily opening my eyes I look to see I'm in a white hospital room with the classic arrangements for any hurt girl's needs. Looking at the corner of my eye I saw the last person I'd expect to see.
"Blaise?" I questioned as I stuttered in astonish disbelief, "But how did you- I mean you were... But how?"
"Shh" Blaise softly whispered, "You need to rest."
"How can I rest when you're safe!?!" I protest, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I'm not apart of this world, Candice." Blaise snapped, "You're the only one who can see me."
"Stop playing jokes, Blaise." I snapped back, "You know spirits don't exist."
"Well you-" Blaise started before the curtained opened.
There stood the most arrogant specialist, also 'future husband', Kyle Grace. His eyes looked at me in awe and horror as if I'd just been plucked from death and fiery hell. He went over and sat in the seat where Blaise was at as Blaise stood behind Kyle with a disapproving snort.
"Kyle, you know I said and quote, 'never do I want to see your ugly, toad ass near me ever again', unquote." I snapped, my anger seething.
"I'm only here to make sure you're okay, Candice." Kyle spoke almost sincere and kind.
"Do I look okay Mister Grace!?!" I exclaimed, "I'm not a fucking damsel in distress."
"They haven't told you yet..." Kyle dragged as his hand went to rub the back of his neck.
"Who hasn't told me what, Kyle!" My voice now yelling.
"It's best if I showed you, Can..." Kyle softly spoke.
To the left I hadn't notice the curtain that was laying there without a care in the world. The curtain was covering up something as there was no sound coming from the adjacent room. Kyle removed the yellow curtain to reveal a charcoal body as two parents sat by his bedside. Blaise's mother, where he got his grey eyes; platinum hair; and golden honey skin, crying as her eyes were puff as she got comforted by his father who shared pretty much the same build as he stood strong when anyone could tell the agony he must be feeling in those chocolate hues.
My heart lurched again as I saw Blaise behind his grieving parents as he mouthed 'I love you'. Just then someone in a black suit arrived and took Blaise into the light, but not before he looked back waving with his goofed grin before entering. Then he was just gone, vanished into a world I could not be part of.
"No... no he can't be dead." I croak, my heart inching part by part of the memories that laid deep within.
"I'm sorry, Can," Kyle sympathetically wrapped his arms around my quivering body, "I'm afraid Blaise is... gone."
"HE CAN'T BE GONE!" I exclaim before starting to throw things around the room, "HE WOULDN'T JUST LEAVE ME! BLAISE WOULDN'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE!"
The rant continued for almost an hour during which I threw chairs, machines, even the little nightstands just wishing the comfort from the seething, dagger cuts. Until then his parents entered.
The only spoken words, "I'm sorry, Ms. Mueller."