*~Kidnapped By A Vampire.{37}.And I'm Falling For Him~* [FINISHED!]

Banner By FMAluvr6

Early the next morning, I found myself waking up in a familiar room. At the same time it was familiar at all. I sat up, noticing the cotton candy pink walls and white lace curtains drawn back. It was my room. And yet, it felt so strange being here.

Then it hit me like a headache. Where the heck was Gabe? And the others? Did they succeed? They must have…I mean, Lucifer was human…and the rest of them were vampires with the exception of Gabe. It probably would have been easy for them to finish him off. I shuddered.

Glancing at the clock, I realized was 11am. Two more hours until the police take me back to the station for a formal interrogation. My mind raced. What the hell was I going to tell them anyway? That I was kidnapped off the streets by a well-meaning vampire so I could assist him assassinate key figures? Not likely.

I was pondering the possibility of saying I simply lost conscious during the whole week when I heard the doorbell ring several times. Whoever it was, they sounded frantic. Hopefully the police did not stop by for an early visit.

“Kate! Someone’s here to see you!” I heard my mother inviting them in, but they seemed to be refusing. Gabriel! It must be Gabriel. I jumped out of bed at ran down the steps, eager to hug him. But when I reached the bottom, I realized it was only Raphael, a look of concern in his eyes.

“Gabe’s in the hospital. I think you should see him.” I gaped at him. “He doesn’t have…time…much longer.”

I turned to face my mother. “I have to go!” I said stupidly.

“What are you talking about?!” She looked at me incredulously. “I’m not letting you out of my sight! And who is this?!”

“Mom, please! You can come with me if you want!” I dragged her out the door following Raphy to his car.

“Let me tell your father first.”

“NO! We don’t have time!” My heart was in my throat. I could hardly breathe. Was he going to be okay? What did Raphy mean he didn’t have time? I tried to erase the possibility of death from my mind.

Raphael sped the car down the street, much to my mother’s surprise. I didn’t care. I wanted to see Gabe as soon as possible.

When we arrived at the hospital my head started spinning. I didn’t like the feeling of hospitals. The pending feeling of death, sickness, horror…with no escape. I heard a couple distant cries as doctors and nurses rushed past me. Would they be able to fix my heart if it gets broken? I seriously doubt it.

Sprinting down the hallway and turning left abruptly, we landed in a small white room with one bed. And Gabriel.

My mouth dropped open at the sight of him. He head and arms were bandaged. And several areas of his chest were covered in white patches, covering up wounds and bruises. His eyes looked weak and tired. And for the first time, the ocean colour in his irises looked like a small pond. The heart monitor indicated he was pumping blood very slowly.

I couldn’t help it. I ran to his side and buried my head in his chest. I didn’t care that my mother was watching. I didn’t care that I had dashed here with only a tank top and blue pajama bottoms. I didn’t care my hair was a frizzy mess.

“Gabriel, I love you.” I cried into his chest. “Please don’t go!” My head hurt as I realized he hadn’t told me he loved me this morning. I hadn’t seen him at all.

“Please tell me you love me!” I looked at him expectantly. He opened his mouth but no sound escaped his lips. He couldn’t speak. I let out a whimper and set my head back down. “Why won’t you tell me? You said you’d tell me everyday!” I was being irrational but I didn’t care. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him without hear those words leave his ruby lips. I sobbed bitterly, the heart monitor getting noticeably more and more slower.

It was then, while listening to his heartbeat, that I realized he didn’t need to tell me he loved me. His heart was beating out the words.

I love you…I love you…I love you…

I love you…I love you…

I love you…

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To the Readers: So this sadly brings an end to my story. I hoped all of you enjoyed even though it did have a truly tragic ending. I wanted it to be sad so this story could be memorable…and perhaps more original. Please understand I’m not the type of person who enjoys killing off her main characters…sometimes you just have to.

I do have other stories that I'm working on. However, I wont be continuing some of them because I feel like the have some potential to be publishedand I dont want to worry about copyright issues by publishing them on this site. I will be continuing my "great...so now i'm pregnant and the father is on MTV" story and 'm currently launching a sequel tothis story. It's called "Kidnapped By a Vampire and I'm Falling for Him--THE SEQUEL". Yeah, I know...not very creative for a title but I couldn't think of anything else!!! Anyways, happy reading!!!