Tearing us apart

Kyle listened to all the explanations as he held Amary in his arms, but soon she broke free to leave. His arms were still where she had been as he just seemed frozen for a while. He turned around to them and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. "But they're coming soon too right?" he then asked quite worried and put a hand to his chest. He hated that they all were so frequently in trouble, why was he so powerless to keep them safe? He ran his fingers through his hair and watched Vanya follow Amary's steps. He couldnt say that he was relieved that it wasnt Vanya, but he understood the pain that Jessalyn was feeling.
He walked over to Jessalyn and Lion as he put a hand on Jessalyn's shoulder, "You may still feel the loss for a while. But she's back, so it wont be long," he assured her and let go. He turned to the others and started counting them. A few were missing, and it was frustrating. He couldnt however figure out who Lucia or Taylor was, maybe new arrivals from the future. "You all need to go back to your own time soon," he then said.

"Fucking assholes all of them. To hell with them," she said angrily to herself as she wiggled the bottle between her hands. She raised an eyebrow as he took her empty beer bottle and his words made her tilt her head a bit, as she was still wrapping her head around the whole coming back from hell. The air was oddly fresh yet it had been the same it always was - But it felt different. She felt his hands around her face and feelings his lips against hers was breathtaking. She instinctively laid her hands on his shoulders and had her eyes closed for a little longer when he moved away. She inhaled sharply as she opened her eyes again and felt like she couldnt breathe. "Now.... that's pod racing," she mumbled in a whisper as she shifted between his eyes.
"I want to get out of this dump. If I have to look at them for another minute, I'll surely end up in hell again when I die," she then said as she pushed herself off the counter and into his arms, wrapping herself around him. "Get me out of here, prince charming of the gays," she then mumbled in a muffle as she had buried her face in his shoulder.

Amaryllis heard her friend and made a pained expression. She walked over to the door and placed a hand on it, her lower lip shaking and tears running down her face. Her emotions were running wild, but she hadn’t transformed yet. Only her eyes changed color and tears gave it away. She could hear the begging, but part of her didn’t want to give in to that. However she decided to unlock the door, stepping away from it and sat down on the bed as Vanya came in. She dried her eyes and looked down in shame. ”It is my fault,” she said with a broken voice and a broken heart. ”And don’t lie to me Van, you know none of this would have happened if I hadn’t touched that damn medalion,” she said biting her cheek down hard, trying to focus on the pain in her mouth and not everywhere else.

Sophie was slowly waking up again, taking in deep breaths as her eyes started to open. She looked around the room, disorientated and scared. What Amethyst had said was true. All they wanted to do was kill her. She breathed out and her eyes fell on her brother. She still couldn’t believe he was alive. ”Why would they lie to me,” she mumbled to herself and sat up in the bed. Her head felt like it was spinning, and she reached out and touched Jamie. She still couldn’t believe it. Slowly her eyes fell around the room. ”Is this another test?” she called out, looking to the ceiling for answers, but none came. Her blue eyes once again meeting with the green ones. She swallowed and moved closer to her brother, touching his face, his hair and his arms. Never had an illusion been this precise. ”If this is a test, it’s not funny anymore,” she said looking at Jamie. ”Jay, we need to get away from the others,” she begged.

Taylor breathed out, feeling her lips had been like nothing ever. Hell hadn’t given justice to the feeling of the touch and closeness. ”I’ll take you anywhere you want – my cardboard castle is your cardboard castle,” he said wrapping his arms tightly around Lucia’s waist. He needed her close. She had been the only thing getting him through it all, and thinking they had both made it back was more than he could ask for. ”Drink some slurp juice and let’s go gamer girl,” he said with a crooked smile. He hadn’t used vampire blood much, mostly because it was looked at as an expensive drug. He emptied a vial, scrunching his face at the taste and handed her a vial. Then he grabbed her hand and moved out of the mansion, leaving the others behind. No-one was going to stop them, he would make sure of it.

Reginald gasped, the cold air around him surprising him. His dark eyes tried to focus for a bit and then he saw Jasmine. Without thinking he pulled her down and held her close. He was shaking a little, but not from the cold. He had pure fear rushing through his body, but this was all he could do right now. He let go of her, placing a kiss on her cheek before he turned his attention to Melania. He sat up, kneeling on the cold floor and taking Melania’s hand. ”Come on, my favorite angel, come on,” he begged. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, but long enough to know something was off. Reluctantly he let go of Melania’s hand and stroked her cheek before he got to his feet. Tears running from his eyes, dark and red. He walked into the living room and saw her. Without even blinking he was at her side, pulling her close. Finally touching her without feeling drained. He breathed out and just cried silently in co-junction with Mariella. The only thing giving it away was his shoulder’s trembling slightly and his dark red tears running down his cheeks. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t move. All he could do was hold the young woman he loved so much as he cried with her. Reginald was normally not the type to cry, but he felt the bad news looming over him. He just stood for a while before he dried his tears off with the back of his hand, getting his shirt even more filled with blood. ”Ella,” was all he could muster to say before he had to feel her lips. He pulled her closer, almost squeezing the air out from her system as he pressed his lips against hers. After kissing her he pulled away and looked around. ”Where’s Ana?” he asked with a hoarse voice. Was he willing to know the answer to that?

”Hale joined the party – get your ass down here ghost-boy” a text from Eilish rang to Theo’s phone.

//We still on for this one or ? <3//

//Håbede også at vi kunne få lov til det - Imma have patience then <33//

Kyle wasnt even really sure what was happening anymore. He had been watching the door that Amaryllis went out of, as he had told them all that they had to go back to their time. This just wasnt right, all the pain that had happened to these young souls wasnt justified. What had they done to deserve this? Nothing, absolutely nothing if you asked Kyle. He gritted his teeth, angering himself as his eyes caught Jessalyn moving around the room to people. His eyes frowned as he wasnt sure what was happening at first, till he then realized. His heart sank and his eyes fell to the floor as he clenched his fists, listening to the words that the banshee told everyone, Melania's "last words", to everyone in the room. He looked back at the door, his eyes filled with sorrow till the banshee neared him and he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked at her with begging eyes, he didnt want these words, these words meant an end, an end that the angel shouldnt have had. The words should have brought comfort, but they just stung at his heart, making him grit his teeth in shame. Why couldnt he protect them, he thought, why wasnt he there to help them when they needed him?
He watched Jessalyn move on, a few tears rolling down his angry expression as he shook his head and kept his posture, breaking down wasnt going to change what had happened. He waited till she was done before he looked around the room, his eyes filled with defeat. Maybe it wasnt the right time to sling out commands, but he was frankly done with this, done with these kids hurting. "You're all grounded. No one and I repeat, no one gets to leave this house from now on," his words were harsh and commanding but he was hurting beyond belief. He shook his head again and felt a whisper against his ear, his daughter whispering the things he feared the most. He shrugged like he was trying to get her off his back before he looked at the others, not sure what to say, before he frowned deeply and took a deep inhale. "Please dont go against my word. We have to plan her funeral, and I'd rather not have another one to bury," he then said as he stared shortly into the emptiness before he made a few rapid blinks like he was disturbed, and then he made his leave. The funeral wasnt going to plan itself.