Heartless

Chapter 35:Sometimes the Consequences Were Worth It

"You would've done the same thing I did," the vampire whispered to me, "sometimes the want is stronger than the fear." Her eyes conveying great sadness, despair and regret. Why had she been so impatient? Even when she knew that her family would've been long gone, but a few hundred years were not that long, were they?

They had warned her that power comes at a great cost, and yet she had rushed foolishly head on to find the fountain of youth. She regretted everything, at that moment, her greatest wish was to see her sister. She had never gotten to apologize for leaving her alone in her greatest time of need.

But she didn't want to die, not yet, not when dying meant never existing again. She at least wanted to see their graves.

"There is a reason to fear," I told her as I continued the process of removing her heart. By this point in time, she could possibly be a heart surgeon, the only problem being that she only knew how to remove the heart of a dead person.

"Can't you have been merciful?" she asked one last time in a useless attempt for me to release her.

"Mercy is something I do not have," I said as I took out the heart. There was little blood as the body has been dead for a few days, but it had been preserved well.

The heart was slightly cooler than the rest of the body, as if it had been stored in a fridge. It was also surrounded in a fog of white, showing no evil intentions. She truly had wanted to see her family and nothing more.

With that, I placed the heart on the ground beside the body. Throwing the body over the railings of the bridge before stabbing the heart with the knife. The white fog dispersed and floated along with the breeze like a leaf carried by the wind.

She should be glad that she had a knife and glad that she had no evil intentions. In this way, it was still possible for her soul to be put back together again. If her family was as loving as they were patient, then perhaps they will be able to salvage parts of her soul and bring her back to something close to what she was.

I also threw the knife and heart over the edge of the bridge to find its way to the news, telling of how a sweet lost girl was now found, brutally murdered, but what did she care about it?

It was only after all that was done did I notice the chattering and the crowd gathered around the force field. I frowned, though the force field can hold, people will eventually notice that they can't get through the bridge and the crowd would only get bigger and bigger.

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