“How did your father end up in the business of blood?” he wondered, giving her an inquisitive look.
She waved the question off. Truth be told, Nyla had never really bothered to ask him that. “I fail to see the importance such knowledge could hold for you.”
He shrugged. “She seems to enjoy bothering me and I don’t tend to mind her company.”
“Remember you said that when she becomes unbalanced once more and attempts to gut you,” she remarked offhandedly, settling herself down without losing her far too proper seeming air.
I need distraction. One of my kitties passed and it’s just starting to really hit me.
He had been cheating on her for months. She wasn’t an idiot and he wasn’t the brightest when it came to covering his tracks. Still, it had taken some planning on Marnie’s part to actually catch him in the act.
She had planned a fake business trip, laid the perfect paper trail and waited. He had taken the bait far too easily. He had always been too trusting for a man that couldn’t keep his word.
An hour passed, her husband was grunting on top of some random girl and she was disgusted. She couldn’t believe she had ever let that man touch her.
Unable to listen to anymore, she finally stepped out of the closet with a loaded gun and fired a warning shot into the wall.
Adam and his whore both jumped, the other woman screamed. In the fray, the bedside lamp hit the floor and shattered, leaving the only light coming from the closet, her shadow obscuring most of it.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?” she screamed, shaking with rage.
Whatever excuse Adam tried to give fell on deaf ears, the woman he had been fucking screaming too loud. With an enraged shriek, Marnie turned the gun on the blonde and fired twice, silencing her.
“JESUS MARNIE, YOU’RE INSANE!” he screamed, falling as he tried to get out of the bed and landing on the shattered lamp. The feel of glass shards tearing into him made him yelp, but she didn’t care.
“Fuck you!” she snarled, swaying a little as she walked across the thick, beige carpet in stiletto heels.
He tried to scoot away from her, but the pain had him faltering.
“Good bye, honey,” she spat, pressing the barrel to his skull and pulling the trigger.
The gun fell from her blood stained hands and she yanked off her wedding ring before setting the bloody band on his chest, the diamonds glinting duly where the blood had been smeared away.
When he had first set foot in that bar, he hadn’t expected it to change his entire life that night.
He had never thought he would meet a girl with almost copper colored hair tending bar with little care.
Rhodes had never been in love before, not like he’d been with Evangeline and it had scared him.
For years, he had tried to forget her face and the time he had spent with her.
It was better this way for her, for him, he could never be enough for her.
Or so he had tried to convince himself over all these years on the road.
Still, leaving her like that had broken something inside of him he couldn’t fix.
As much as it hurt, he couldn’t see the girl he loved again.
He had honestly hoped she would hate him or forget about him.
Of all the places she could have gone, this was unexpected.
No one knew she had bothered to track him down.
Eva hesitated outside his place for a long moment.
The door had been unlocked, the lights on.
After years, she had finally found him.
Rhodes hadn’t expected to see her.
“Why are you here, Eva?”
“Didn’t you love me?”
Sad eyes waiting.
One lie.
“No.”
There had always been a possibility for this. Dementia ran in her family, he knew that, but he had loved her anyway. She had been his light for all their decades together. He had offered to turn her, repeatedly, really, but she hadn’t wanted immortality.
“Just stay with me, enjoy the time I have,” Ella had told him, her eyes brighter then, the same blue of the sky in mid October.
James had loved everything about her. Her kindness, the way she smiled. He understood why she had turned down his offers. What he was… it would have taken something from her that she could have never gotten back.
It didn’t make it hurt any less.
It had started small, momentary lapses in memory, usually mid task. They had laughed it off. Even with her strawberry blonde curls going white, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
It didn’t matter that he would always look mid twenty something while she had aged, he wasn’t leaving her for anything.
But things got worse. There were days that she could barely remember what year it was. None of it had hurt as much as when she woke up beside him and began to cry for her mother and asking who he was.
Nothing had hurt as much as her looking at him with absolute terror because she didn’t know who he was.
For the first time in nearly two centuries, James wept, wishing he could take her illness away. He didn’t want to be a stranger to the woman that he loved so much.
@pettythieveswithpotential my sister sent me thing prompt and you need it too because fucking cry with me.
It had been six months since she had come home to find him dead in their home and, honestly, she hadn’t been able to touch any of his stuff. It had been far too difficult, something Val never thought she would have to say about anything.
The clothes had been boxed up already, stashed in the attic carefully. She couldn’t bring herself to get rid of them, even now. A part of her was still convinced he would, somehow, come back to her.
It wasn’t until she got to the rest of his stuff did she find it. Tucked into a ledger of sorts was a photo from their wedding day. It wasn’t one of the posed or professional shot ones. Just a random candid someone else must have taken.
But they were laughing in it.
Genuine. Happy.
Shaking fingers traced over the image before she closed her eyes to the sting of tears. Gods, it still fucking hurt so much. She had only cried a few times, forcing herself to feel anger instead of the soul deep agony.
He had been a complete asshole, but he had been hers and she had loved him more than she thought she could have. He had seen the worst in her and still loved her. Even when he didn’t have to, even when he shouldn’t have, he had stuck it out.
And now he was just gone, leaving a hole that nothing could possibly fill.
Supposed to be working on the 8 million drabbles my sister sent me prompts for..but instead I’m sitting in my bed, headphones in, and blaring Garth Brooks and having a good sing a long xD
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