☯ + the moments after discovering landon's body and then giving mg her blood to save him from the werewolf bite
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. The confirmation from her headmaster is enough for her but the words OH GOD smell to spill from her lips the moment it registers in her brain that this means someone bites a werewolf and the only cure aside from siphoning was to. fuck! She really hates sharing blood with people straight from the vein (At least she hates it when she is not doing it for pleasure reasons). It hurts a little but she finds it more annoying knowing she is the only thing to save everyone that hates her.
I BIT YOU. Rafael says and wheels are turning in her head trying to understand why this happened. What makes the good guy bite another good guy? What makes two friends turn into enemies? THIS IS ALL MY FAULT. MG says between panted breaths of air that are getting softer, less of a struggle as the infection and venom spread toward his heart. It is almost human in how the body reacts.
She wishes she had stayed home for the break because then none of this would have happened. Landon wouldn’t be missing and MG wouldn’t be dying. I REMEMBER NOW. A memory spoke with almost no emotion about the death of a student. TAKE IT BACK. She wants to yell and swear it wasn’t true but the look on Rafael’s face tells the her that it is real. Looking at MG makes her physically skin and she is covering her mouth. PEOPLE I LOVE HAVE A TENDENCY TO DIE ON ME. Everyone she LOVES dies or is put in harm’s way because of her and this was no different. Knees weak, shaking before suddenly she is hitting the ground, one hand on her mouth and the other wrapped around her stomach. PLEASE DON’T THROW UP. All the noise and voices are cut and sound more like static then actually voices talking. No one comforts her but she expects nothing less than to be all alone. This smiling teenage boy will forever be in her head mocking her like how Roman’s face shows up in her nightmares.
JUST BECAUSE WE HAVE A CURE FOR WOLF BITES. HIS GREEN EYES LOOKING AT HER. The way his hands felt on her body, kisses so gentle and how he tasted of toothpaste in the morning if she caught him before breakfast. His laugh at her jokes, the scars that littered his body that he showed her one day without realizing that not everyone is used to seeing it.
MY FOSTER FATHER USED TO BURN US WITH CIGARETTES. EVIL IS RELATIVE. She kissed every scar, mole, freckle she could find on his back that night wanting to give a feeling that wasn’t pained and with tears running down her eyes, he held her as if she was the one that had been burned by an abusive foster parent. He was kind after everything he went through
Every moment flashes before her eyes as the wind picks up. SHOULD HAVE STAYED AWAY. He should have stayed away from her, I KILLED YOU. If I had just STAYED behind none of this would have happened.
Minutes pass, a battle of wills on how to handle things. LEAVE HIM TO DIE or SAVE THE BOY. What would LANDON want? To save him even if MG was a murder, he was also Landon’s friend, the first one that accepted him even and thus, here she is standing, wiping blood from her nose and tears from her face. Not looking at anyone as Hope moves toward the boy struggling to breathe, asking for a knife even though she could do without one.
The STING of pain across her palm what settles the tears and she craves another pass of the blade just to get through this. Palm down to the vampire and she lets her eyes close the moment teeth sink into tender flesh. Sharp pain and then nothing but tugging as blood pulls from her veins to his warm weak mouth. One…two…three gumps and suddenly you could tell his strength was coming back, by the fifth, he is releasing and she is shaking her head. NO ONE TALK TO HER or risk getting burnt to a pile of ash. ❝He’s dead.❞ Her boyfriend was dead, a life was lost today and yet every one of them there was more worried about saving MG over making him pay for his mistake. How twisted it was that vampires can kill and get a pass but she does it and everyone hates her, Hope gets called her father and how ALL THE GHOSTS OF THE PEOPLE YOU KILLED IN BETWEEN. It must be nice not to be a MIKAELSON. Her crest hanging from a chain stopping before it is lost under her shirt a constant reminder that she will never get the kind of care everyone else gets. TURN IT OFF. She can almost get herself down so numb that she feels nothing at all even for a little while without flipping a switch that is reserved for vampires. A light is flicked off and relief is there, at least enough relief to move without tears and a babbling mess.
Leaving Alaric, Kaleb, and MG was easy and it’s following the scent of the wolf to the sight of a body, hands slapping down on her thigh to give a grunt of pain. Landon, the human boy laying there with a wound on his neck, the scent of blood as images flash before her eyes of the last things he says. It’s a witchy thing or so she would ever tell anyone. The trees, the night skies peaking through braches and the face of a monster all fade to black before she is reaching out to touch Rafael’s shoulder. Hope can’t believe that this was the end to someone that just wanted to find a home, a family.
He rises from the ashes ten minutes later. EVER HEAR THE LEGEND OF A PHOENIX?
I didn’t cry with this so I am not even sure if it hits the marks at all.
