We’ve been driving around listening in on their radio and hiding out for the last few hours, stopping to change cars every so often, just to hide our trail. It was my idea, but Destiny says they can track our scents. It’s probably true, I think that’s part of the reason I was able to find her so easily when she ran off. I don’t know, I’m panicking right now, and for the first time in a really long time, I can’t lean on her for help. I’m supposed to be strong right now, and I’m on the verge of crumbling under the weight of protecting her right now. I’ve gotten a few lucky wins, but I can’t fight off the entire squad. I’ve been listening, there’s seven of them left. That means, Destiny and I managed to kill a whole three of them. The odds are against us, in every way possible. She’s done so much to protect me, and I can’t think of a single way to get us out of this mess. She’s not even willing to help, just accepting that death is the only fate for us. I refuse to accept it, I just need to think.

“Do you really love me or was I just some play thing while you waited on the death you call inevitable,” I ask the question in my head, but hear the words leave my mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m just frustrated.”

“I really do love you,” Destiny pokes at her bullet wound that still hasn’t healed.

The bullet wounds are concerning, mine hasn’t healed either, and she’s got some cuts, that aren’t healing either. It seems like they’ve got an edge on us, in every way possible. I haven’t been a vampire long, so I’m not sure how long a bullet wound would take to heal, but the cuts should be gone already. I’m just thinking of random things to avoid asking the question on my mind, but I might night have much time left to ask if we’re as doomed as she says.

“You never told me why you love me, even during our vows you just said you hated me for making me love you. I’m filled with anxiety, I spent almost 30 years of my life being bullied. I’m socially awkward and I’ve got nothing for you.”

“Why are you doing this,” Destiny asks, more tears welling into your eyes.

“Because if you’re so sure we’re going to die, I need to know why you loved me before I die.”

“You’ve had this on your mind and choose now to ask?”

“I’ve asked but you’ve never told, you’re still not telling.”

I feel bad, we could be facing death and I’m watching her fight back tears. There are super elite vampires chasing after us and I’m the bad guy. But I have to know, in the event that we don’t make it. The longer we drive, the more I’m starting to doubt we’ll escape. It seems like they’re always one step ahead of us on the radio. Things, just aren’t looking good, and I need to know. I need to know why she loved me, was it just pity? Am I familiar, a pet, or does she really love me?

“I don’t know why. I just do. I like it when you’re stupid enough to think you can protect me. I like that you’re the only person who loved me with no conditions. I love that your family treated me like I was already part of the family. I love how you underestimate yourself and get so happy when you accomplish something. I love how you’re always willing to see the good in other people even when they don’t deserve it. I hate watching you get hurt, I hate when you’re afraid, I hate you cry.”

“Then why do you want to die?”

“I don’t want to die, I have to die so you can live. It’s the only way they’ll stop chasing us, because I know you won’t stop chasing me.”

“I need you in my life, that’s why I can’t accept this.”

“You don’t need me, not anymore. You’re braver, you stand up for yourself, and you know you can do anything. I can’t do anything else for your but die.”

“Then why not live for me?”

“Because I already did. You showed me how to live. I’ve had more fun with you than I did the rest of my life. I made some bad choices before I met you, and they’ve finally caught up to me. I’m just glad I got to meet you and spend as much time as I did with you.”

“We can fix this.”

“We can’t, it’s too late. There’s just some things that can’t be fixed.”

I don’t speak anymore, I don’t want to drag out this conversation any longer. I just want to enjoy the few moments we have left together. I just keep driving, hoping they give up. Eventually, Destiny falls asleep and the radio goes silent. I just keep driving, hoping they aren’t still following us. To my surprise I make it out of the city without any more commotion. I don’t wake her up, I just keep driving, speeding up, running as far as I can. The more distance between New Orleans and us, the better things will be. Maybe we should leave the United States, move to England and start a new life.

I settle on LA 631, it’s not the main highway, or even a real highway anymore, but it’s good enough. It lets me get to the destination without passing much traffic. I’m still paranoid, driving with the lights off hoping nobody is out looking for cars. The whole road seems eerie, no lights, houses separated by large overgrown trees. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a dirt road linking up that I missed. I slow down as I approach an old bridge crossing Bayou des Allemends. It’s asphalt, but the railings are old and crumbling wood. To either side are dilapidated docks and new houses, an odd sight. The fog tonight makes it the perfect scene for a horror movie.

I’m forced to slam on the brakes halfway through. Destiny jumps awake, confused by what’s going on. The road is blocked. I hear one vampire radio in, and soon we’re blocked on each side, a red beam flashing through the windshield from the main highway. I guess they finally changed radio channels and caught us. I guess Chloe would know where Destiny is from, probably had a pretty good guess to as to where we’re going.

I move to put the car in reverse but Destiny pulls my hand away from the gear shift and tosses keys out the window. I don’t know what to do now, I want to keep fighting but I don’t think there’s a way that I can.

“Sorry, but my mind is made up on this. Just, get to Dulac, they’ll take care of you,” she leans in to kiss me, but I pull away. “No poison this time.”

“We can fix this,” I feel the tears roll my own cheek, but her face looks sure of everything.

“You can’t fix everything Maddox,” she uses my real name, a rare occurrence.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, and I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about.”

“I’m sorry this has to be your last memory of me.”

She kisses me, deeper than she’s ever kissed me, leaning in towards me. It’s bliss, like kissing her for the first time again. The taste of cream soda is still on her lips, but no paralysis this time. Beneath the scent of blood and sweat there’s cocoa butter and cinnamon, and below that, there’s the scent of Destiny. If this was anywhere else it’d be perfect. I pull back and scream out in pain as my shoulder falls numb.

“Sorry, Bluebird, I have to clip your wings for a moment, you’ve got a lot more living to do. I love you.”


“Because I love you, and this is the only gift I can give you that’s worth anything.”

She pushes me with enough force to send me out of the car, through the crumbling wood rail and into the water. Swimming isn’t easy with just one arm, but I try to make my way back to the top, back to the bridge. I can’t seem to make it up to the top, but I hear the commotion. Gun shots, some banging and a few screams. Even beneath the water I can tell they aren’t her screams. She’s giving them hell, and I’m trying to get my head above the water.

My head finally burst through the water, but I’m not able to see the fight. I find I find myself calling her name, but I can’t hear myself as lights around the community flicker on. I call out again and feel a bullet pierce my dislocated shoulder. For a moment I lose control of my limbs and sink down again. I fight back to the top, trying to reach the action.

A golden light, brighter than anything I’ve ever seen shoots into the sky, seemingly without end. Slowly it spreads out and I hear several vampires scream from the bridge. As the light reaches me, the warmth covers my body, saves me from the cold water that had shocked my lungs. In the silence brought by the light I know it was her. I know she’s gone. She said it’s different for every vampire when they go out. I’ve seen people turn to dust, burst into flames, or just fall over flat, but I’ve never seen anything like that. Even in death, she’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.


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