Chapter Two


She looked up from the body of the blonde, crimson staining both of their shirts. A silent tear slid down her cheek, cutting a path in the drying blood and landing on the corpse's shirt.

What have I done? she silently pleaded with God, asking Him to bring back the one person on earth who still cared for her. He was gone. She had killed him. Heck, she wasn't even sure God was listening to her anymore. She wasn't sure He had been since her transformation. There is no more hope for me… she thought dejectedly, slowly laying the body of Wesley Roberts down on the ground, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks too unreal this way. She got down on her knees and rearranged his body, curling into his chest and draping his arm around her waist like she had pictured him doing many times. Astrid wept silently, tears flowing freely now that the first one had fallen. She cried until there was nothing left—no emotion, no soul, nothing but an empty shell.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, kissing his temple and detangling herself from his lifeless form. His life was gone, and soon hers would be, too. She was sure of it.

A/N: Please don't hurt me! This was the only way I was ever going to end it. I just didn't realize it would be this sad. I don't like to kill off my characters unless I don't like them, and I really liked Wesley. Sorry! I don't think this can go on any further, and there is no middle to it. If I do continue to update, it will be happier. Pinky swear! –kp.