From Farm to Fame- Haylie: Chapter Fifteen

Note: Please ignore things like vampires who don't look like vampires and anything like that. My game was being highly difficult and useless... I only have the patience to deal with so much. Thank-you.

A room full of supernatural beings, completely oblivious to what was going on; oblivious to the dead body lying in the doorway, oblivious to the guy standing over it, oblivious to the girl about to die. Perhaps they chose to be oblivious, not wanting to risk their own lives, or perhaps they really were so influenced by the alcohol and  lost dancing in their own carefree world that they just could notice anything else. I suspected it was just a choice to avoid it all, I wouldn’t blame them, but either way I wished I could be one of them. There was nothing I could do, I was done for. I know I had accepted death as a possible fate, but staring into its face it was a lot harder to accept. I had to, it was too late, but it was the fate I had to accept either way. Accepting the fate of being trapped was even worse, and I couldn’t wish to undo the desire to be home with my family, but I did wish that I could undo the decision to ever leave in the first place.

I’d learned a lot in Moonlight falls; I’d learned so much about a world that I only ever though was part of our imaginations and the stories we were told growing up, a world I never would have imagined to be real. Ben had become a good friend and I was actually going to miss him, in a different situation I would have cried for his death, but I needed to focus more on any desperate attempts to defend myself. Most importantly I learned a lot about myself, all the things I’d had time to reflect upon and all the mistakes I had made that I didn’t want to repeat, but the most important was how since finding out I was a witch I felt like I'd found a part of myself that had been missing though I hadn't know it was, like that power within me had been fighting to be free, it was what was telling me I needed to go to Moonlight Falls to set it free. I needed to discover that power, and learn about the world that I was part of; even if I didn’t want to be part of it, I couldn’t deny that I was.

He seemed to be waiting for me to make a move, grinning and laughing as I stood in terror trying to figure out what to do. He was enjoying it, and would soak up every minute of my misery and make me suffer, of course it wouldn’t be his style to just kill me quick and get the pain and misery over with. My mind was blank; everything I had learned from all the books I had read, all the spells and techniques, I had forgotten like I’d never even learned it at all. I didn’t know what to do, and it seemed like we would just end up standing there staring at each other forever, when there was some more blurred movement an angry grumble and more blurred movement. He was facing the other way slightly slouched over and seeming out of breath when it stopped, like he had been wounded and was in pain, I could tell somebody was standing on the other side but I could see past him to tell who it was, though what little bit I could make out seemed familiar.

He straightened up, and laughed again in sinister delight. “How sweet, mommy came to protect her precious little girl. Too bad you’re so pathetically weak. Weaker than my father, and as you can see… he didn’t fare well. Now you’ll suffer the same fate, and so will your stupid daughter, you won’t save her, you aren’t the hero. She’s such a careless and irresponsible little thing, why would you protect her anyway? She deserves to die.”

Though it hadn’t been that long since I’d been wishing Mom would actually die, and just go away because I hated her so much, I couldn’t stand there and just watch him kill her like he killed Ben. I hated that Ben had already died, and I couldn’t stand for anybody else to die, especially mom. It was too hard to hate her when I saw how she changed after dad died, vampires didn’t age but she had. It was harder to hate her, when she was there risking her life to save me from the mess I’d gotten myself into, the one she’d warned me about and I ignored the warning for. I’d learned the hard way all the thoughts that go through you mind when you are in such a situation, where your life is something out of a fictional horror story and whatever you decide will affect the people you care about, it’s hard to know what’s the right or wrong choice… or if there is a right choice at all. I understood how in her mind it was the right thing for her to do, though I didn’t agree it was, she had honestly believed it was. I couldn’t just let her die, I couldn’t lose my mother all over again, and especially not when it was just starting to feel like she actually was a mother.

Everything flooded back into my mind, and I could feel my power building and rushing through me. I raised my hands ready to release a blast of fire. I knew how it would go, it was the plan Ben and I were supposed to follow but in reverse; I would use everything I had to kill one part of him, he’d kill me while I was weak and vulnerable. It was time to accept that I had to die, because as scary as it was it was better than accepting the alternative.

My focus was broken as she yelled at me.“Haylie, stop. I didn’t come to help you so you can die. If one of us is going to die it’s going to be me.”

I could barely get words out to respond, I knew her decision was made already. So was mine, it only mattered who was faster, and it was unlikely to be me. “Mom… no…”

It was too late, there was more blurred movement and many grumbles, groans, and growls. I closed my eyes, though I couldn’t tell what was happening anyway, I just couldn’t handle seeing the aftermath. I just kept them closed. Even when all the noise stopped and things seemed calm again, I wouldn’t open them. I’d hold on to the belief  for as long as I could that in some strange turn of events mom would be okay, and Nicholai would be wounded and crippled easy to kill. I didn't want to see the truth shatter my hopeful dream.

I could hear how pained and defeated he was in his voice when he challenged me, his voice was so rough I imagined even talking was too much of a strain. He would no longer be hard to beat. “Now it’s your turn… you won’t be much of a challenge you can’t even handle facing what’s going on…” 

I still wouldn’t open my eyes but followed the voice as I aimed my spell, which only seemed to be getting stronger the more upset I got, determined to get revenge for Ben and Mom. Every bit of power I had I used, and I didn’t break the spell until I started to wobble and feel dizzy from the strain. Nothing but complete silence surrounded me for several minutes; no drunken rambling from around the room, no chairs sliding as people left their tables for the dance floor, no sinister laughing or taunting from Nicholai. Just complete silence.

I opened my eyes, 3 bodies were limp and lifeless on the floor, and several more stood watching me in shock before erupting into a series of cheers and claps. I was the hero to a whole town of people who suffered under Nicholai's reign of terror, and I didn’t even care, I didn’t feel like a hero. I’d gotten what I wanted, I could go home, but I didn’t feel happy about it because it didn’t change that two beings I cared for were dead; and it didn’t change that my fiancĂ© hated me, and wouldn’t be home when I got there… it was just another loss. I got what I wanted, but what had it cost me?