I Am Alive
A/N: BTW, you betcha ass there will be side stories to this. Consider yourself warned.
+I am Alive
Asher and Damien both jerked around wildly as Elisabeth’s voice came out of the shadows of the far end of the room, startling them.
She took a step forward out of the dark, smiling. She looked…not exactly happy but a far cry from the girl that had left the Circus almost in tears a week before.
“Elisabeth?” Asher asked. He had to make sure that this was real, that she was really here. He had been so sure he’d never see her again. She quirked a grin at him and repeated her earlier statement.
“I’m alive. You know what that means?”
Damien shook his head for both of them as he stood from his chair and took a hesitant step toward her. Asher followed him. Both vampires refused to take their gaze off the tiny woman in front of them, as if she would disappear if they did.
“It means I’m all knew and that I’ve been a giant berk for the last week.”
“Non, Elisabeth, non. You have every right to hate us for the pain we caused you. We…”
She cut him off with a wave of her hand and a soft smile. “I died. There was a bomb and everything exploded and turned to light and I thought I was dead. I knew
I was dead.”
“But…” Damien this time. They didn’t understand what she was saying. Again she hushed him.
“And in that one second when everything turned to light, did you know what I did?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “I wished.”
Both vampires’ heads shot up at that, eyes wide and even, if they admitted it, hopeful.
Elisabeth took a deep breath. “I wished,” she elaborated, “for a chance at happiness.”
She laughed, but it was choked, “Richard reminded me that I expect things, too, and that reminded me that I make the occasional wish, too. And then I realized that for once, the bastards actually seem to have listened to what I
wanted and then I almost went and ruined it all because I’ve gotten to used to being in pain that… Anyway. I have no right to be pissed at you for wishing for something because I did it, too. I wished myself here, in a way and well, that’s a good thing, right? So…”
She waved a hand in front of her face, searching for words, “I’m here now. And I’m staying. And when I do something stupid, I might need you to slap me and tell me that I’m being a coward, alright?”
She fell silent after her impromptu speech, looking up through her white fringe at the two vampires in front of her. There was something shining deep in her gaze that neither man had seen before. It was strange and light and it made her face a beautiful thing to see.
It was hope.
So Asher did the only thing he could. He kissed her. Behind him, Damien laughed.