the beautiful grave (book II)

death begins

frost

He couldn't believe what he'd just done.

     He and Skye hovered over the patch of dirt they'd just covered. Unless people were looking out their windows, nobody could know what just happened here. Nobody had to know what atrocities he'd just committed.

     The worst part was... he could still hear her breathing. Underneath all that soil, she was still fighting for her life. She wouldn't give up.

     What was wrong with him? Why did he agree to bury her? Because Skye said it was the only way she'd regain all her memories?

     No, this was cruel. Locking her up in a coffin was the worst way of getting what he wanted. He could wait. Yes, he could definitely wait until she got her memory back on its own time. He didn't care if it took fifty fucking years. He had to get her out of there.

     She was being tortured under there. She was afraid of being buried alive – and he'd so easily thrown her into the casket.

     He made himself sick.

     "No... I can't... I can't." He muttered lowly, going for the brown patch of dirt again.

     But he was held back by Skye, who somehow was a lot stronger than him. He tried to fight her off, but the woman wasn't letting up.

     "It's done, Frost. You can't go back in there or you'll interrupt the process!" She shouted loud and clearly, but was as calm as ever. The emotionless bitch.

     He glared her way.

     "I don't care."

     "Of course you do. If you stop this from happening now, Krista is going to die." Her last words sounded final. He didn't like that.

     She was right. She'd told him the whole plan before he decided to go through with it, claiming that once his love was under the ground, there was no going back. He'd just have to wait until she resurfaced, with full memory in tact or not.

     He couldn't stay here then. This tree, this courtyard, even, was going to haunt him forever, even if she did emerge from her grave soon. He wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt of what he'd done.

     He let Skye drag him away from it, only listening to her when she mentioned Lily may wake up in an hour or so, maybe more. Either way, the nightmare couldn't be over fast enough.

     They ended up by the entrance to the deathly forest. He recalled the last time he'd been in there he'd feasted on a poor baby deer.

     Facing it without fear, Frost felt a shiver run through him. There was something wrong. He couldn't figure out why he felt so, he just knew.

     But Skye interrupted his train of thought.

     "What are you going to do?"

     He didn't have to counter that to know what she was getting at.

       "I don't know. It depends on what she wants, how she feels, you know." Frost was an intelligent creature, he had to be, but right now he only felt stupid.

     However, as it was, she didn't notice (or didn't care), and nodded. Her eyes were downcast as she spoke up.

     "I knew you thought I was the bad guy, but you realize now, that you had to figure the answer out for yourself, right?" When he didn't say anything, she bit her lip in a humble manner. "I also happen to know that I wasn't only brought here to restore Krista's memory, but for you. They sent me here for you, too."