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“Well, if you weren’t so stubborn we wouldn’t be having this issue,” I said and banged the steering wheel for emphasis.
“Come on, Kylie. Let a man retain some dignity,” he joked.
“Whatever,” I said and rolled my eyes. I had just wanted to help. I didn’t want to fight but he was just so stubborn. This would be the only time I would ever get the chance to take care of him and he just wouldn’t let me have it. Traitorous tears began to leak out of the corners of my eyes.
“Kylie,” he said, his voice soft. He leaned over and wiped one of my tears away. “Are you crying?”
“Oh no, I’m just leaking,” I said sarcastically. “Of course I’m crying!” I snapped. I was way too emotional these days.
“But why?” he asked with a quizzical glance.
“Why? You seriously have to ask why? Because I’m mad at you. You won’t let me help you. You always get to come to my rescue, but the one time I have the opportunity to help you, you won’t let me.” I tried to regain myself. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m just so sad,” I sobbed.
He put his arms around me or as much as he could in the car. “Shhh, principessa. It’s okay. I know. I understand that you’re grieving and I’ve been so insensitive to how you’ve been feeling. I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?” he asked and his silver eyes reflected sincerity.
“There’s nothing to forgive,” I sobbed. “I’m such a bad person.” I wiped my eyes on the back of my hand and tried to compose myself.
“I think we’ve both been a little short tempered as of late. Why don’t we both just say we’re sorry and move on. I’ll go first,” he grinned and held a hand to his chest. “I am most sincerely sorry, my love,” he said and smiled.
“I’m sorry, too. Really sorry,” I said.
“Good. See, we just managed to get over our first fight. Now hopefully it will be our only one,” he said relaxing into the leather seats.
“Okay,” I said wiping my eyes, “Do you know how to get there because I certainly don’t.”
He chuckled, “I do actually. Did you think I was going to lead you on a wild goose chase?” he asked rhetorically.
“Okay, then lead the way.” I said with a wave of my hand. He gave m
e the instructions and I followed them and was surprised by how long the drive was. It took about an hour to reach our destination. I pulled up in front of a chain length fence that I was sure said the equivalent of the American: NO TRESSPASSING, sign. I put the car in park and stepped out. I walked up to the fence and shook it. Locked.
“It’s locked,” I said to Jonathon who was starting to get out of the car.
“Not for long,” he said taking the padlock in his hand. His hand glowed a faint pale blue and the lock melted.
“Well, that’s one way to get in,” I said and smiled.
He led me through the gate into what looked like a park. But soon I saw the headstones in the distance. We passed one large tree and then everything widened out to encompass all the graves.
I could see several, about ten, freshly dug graves. These graves didn’t have gravestones yet, only little sticks shoved into the ground with names handwritten on a piece of paper.
“What is this place?” I asked. “I know it’s a cemetery. But it looks different.” I said looking around at the intricately carved headstones. They seemed to have scenes engraved on their surface.
“It’s the Coven’s cemetery. Only those that died by the hand of a vampire are buried here. Their death is carved on their headstone. I think this is the first time they’ve lost so many members by the hand of one vampire. They will probably have one giant headstone for all of them depicting the battle.”
“It’s kind of beautiful in a somber way,” I said sadly looking around.
“It is,” he said. “Isaac’s grave should be right there,” he said pointing to the freshly dug earth. “I’ll stay over by the tree until you’re ready to leave. Take your time,” he said and began to hobble back over to the large tree. I walked over towards the fresh graves and noticed that the last grave before the fresh ones was from the nineteen-eighties. I was surprised that so much time had gone by. I guessed they either didn’t encounter many other vampires or maybe they were just really good at not getting killed. Whatever the case it hadn’t applied to us.
My eyes skimmed over the names searching for Isaac Friedmont. His was the last grave. I guessed they were buried in the order that they were killed. I knelt down on the fresh, slightly damp, earth.
“Oh, Isaac,” I said. “What have I done? I might as well have killed you myself. You shouldn’t have been there. It’s my fault. All you wanted to do was make music and instead you died killing vampires. It’s not fair. I hurt you. You loved me and I couldn’t love you back the way you wanted me too. I’m sorry, Isaac, I was the worst friend. I don’t know why you thought I was so great because I’m a horrible person. Everyone I come in contact with dies and you’re no exception. I’m just a magnet for death I guess. I wish I could rewind time and make it so you weren’t there that night. I lost my only human friend and your parents lost their only son and you sister-,” I laughed, “as much as I hate her she lost her only brother. You were so good Isaac. So kind and thoughtful. You cared more about everyone else than you did about yourself. I guess that’s what got you killed isn’t it? You had to be the hero? You had to try to save everyone didn’t you? Why did you have to that?” I cried hitting the freshly dug earth with my fist like I might have his chest had he still been alive. “I love you, Isaac. I miss you so much and you’ve hardly been gone at all. But to know that I’ll never see you smile again or see your blue eyes light up breaks my heart. You were so purely good, Isaac, in a world of bad you were good.”
I began to cry and ironically enough it began to rain. It was like the heavens were crying with me. God too was mourning the death of Isaac.
I quickly became soaked and decided it was time to leave. Jonathon was still waiting under the tree even though he was soaking wet now too.
“Are you okay now?” he asked as we walked back to the car. He let me help him this time since his crutches kept slipping in the mud.
