How Could Happily Ever After Be a Myth?

Cassie

Rosie had to show up. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to see her. There was one image that I couldn’t get out of my head, and that image was Rosie’s grey eyes clouding over as T.J met his fate. However, I know it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t kill him because I wanted him dead, no; I killed him because I didn’t want to die.

I knew my love, Leo, resented me for killing Lydia, but she shouldn’t have gotten in the way. I couldn’t stop my power in time to save her, what I don’t understand is why they buried the wolf. I guess they didn’t realize he could have been saved. Lydia on the other hand she was as hard as a stone, and not just in the normal vampire way.

I sighed to my self as we got off the plane. I hated being in the air. I knew one of the special things about ‘my kind’ as Leo often called it was that we were supposed to have wings. I remembered seeing my father’s when I was young. He had these huge black wings with white feathers underneath. They were monstrous. I can’t remember if my mom had wings or not. Actually, I can’t really remember my mom. I used to know what she looked like, but I can’t even remember that now. She seemed like a lifetime ago, but it had only been a few years.

“How long until we’re at the house,” I questioned quietly. I didn’t feel like hearing Rosie although I’d be surprised if she didn’t go back to see her old pal Alex.

“About twenty minutes,” Leo answered. I nodded as I sat quietly in the car next to him.

I could hear Rosie and her wolf talking quietly in the back seat, but I couldn’t be sure of what they were saying. I was shocked that the wolf had even opened his mouth. He seemed a bit unnerved. I only wondered if it was because he knew what was coming to him.