Bill Compton was still reveling in his talk with Kiara, believing to have sorted things, but he still couldn't shake this inkling feeling that something was not right. He had left her alone in the comfort of their bedroom, hearing her gently daze into a disturb-less sleep. But yet he couldn't place his finger on something, but he could feel something weighing heavily like a brick in his pocket. Alone again, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the folded letter that he had found on his desk as he began reading it;
Bill continues to read over and over, letting the words finally sink in. Judith was gone. She had left him, without a goodbye. He held the letter close to him, his hand creasing the letter in his hand. How could she do this to him? She has just gone.
'Decide to fight. Live' 'Decide to fight. Live' 'Decide to fight. Live'
Those four words stuck in his mind as he tried to decipher what she had meant. He didn't understand, why those particular words stood out to him. He gazed at the floor, where the red stain of what had been the vial of Lilith blood had soaked into the floorboards. He could still smell the faint metalicness of what he had been keeping safe in the safe behind the large painting behind his desk.
Nothing else was contained in the safe except for the vial itself, as he opened the compartment, imputing the lock combination he placed the letter from Judith inside. It would guard the only thing that he had to remind him of her. Knowing that they may never see each other again.
He would lock it away, lock it away with all of his memories. All contained in a small silver safe. A place where they would remain.
My Dearest William,
Brother dearest, the time has come for me to leave, I believe that i do not belong here as i once believed that i did. Do not mourn my loss, as i mourn a loss far greater than i ever believed possible, a vampire is never truly immortal William, head my words on that. The reason was not that I loved you little; I love you just as purely and fervently as other sisters loves their brothers. Don’t be frightened and sad because I am not coming back. Learn, my brother, to look at life early as a serious matter. Life is hard, it does not pamper anybody, and for every time it strokes you it gives you ten blows. Become accustomed to that soon, but don’t let it defeat you. Decide to fight. Live. You have and will always leave an imprint on my heart that will go with me, wherever it is I’m going. As i have you my dear brother. Perhaps we shall meet again, in this life on the next.
All My Love, Judith
Brother dearest, the time has come for me to leave, I believe that i do not belong here as i once believed that i did. Do not mourn my loss, as i mourn a loss far greater than i ever believed possible, a vampire is never truly immortal William, head my words on that. The reason was not that I loved you little; I love you just as purely and fervently as other sisters loves their brothers. Don’t be frightened and sad because I am not coming back. Learn, my brother, to look at life early as a serious matter. Life is hard, it does not pamper anybody, and for every time it strokes you it gives you ten blows. Become accustomed to that soon, but don’t let it defeat you. Decide to fight. Live. You have and will always leave an imprint on my heart that will go with me, wherever it is I’m going. As i have you my dear brother. Perhaps we shall meet again, in this life on the next.
All My Love, Judith
Bill continues to read over and over, letting the words finally sink in. Judith was gone. She had left him, without a goodbye. He held the letter close to him, his hand creasing the letter in his hand. How could she do this to him? She has just gone.
'Decide to fight. Live' 'Decide to fight. Live' 'Decide to fight. Live'
Those four words stuck in his mind as he tried to decipher what she had meant. He didn't understand, why those particular words stood out to him. He gazed at the floor, where the red stain of what had been the vial of Lilith blood had soaked into the floorboards. He could still smell the faint metalicness of what he had been keeping safe in the safe behind the large painting behind his desk.
Nothing else was contained in the safe except for the vial itself, as he opened the compartment, imputing the lock combination he placed the letter from Judith inside. It would guard the only thing that he had to remind him of her. Knowing that they may never see each other again.
He would lock it away, lock it away with all of his memories. All contained in a small silver safe. A place where they would remain.
