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King Ethan Joseph Zandler
Every good book needs a good ending. McKayla Angelina Anderson died on June 21, 2013 at 11:52 pm, the first day of summer.
I was on my way to McKayla’s room, when some guards, informing me of another escape plan, halted me. Her muffled scream coming from down the hall distracted me from finishing my orders. I was to her room in a second, a second too late, her feeble heart give its last fatal beat. I threw Lance’s stunned body off her before he could close her wounds, trying desperately to get her to drink. Looking in her emerald green eyes, I saw her life was gone. He drained too much. I held her pale and slightly blue tinted body with bloody wounds covering her neck, chest and arms as the guards hauled Lance away. He obviously was trying desperately to get every last drop. Her blood dripped from her dress to the floor leaving a trail from her room to the morgue. My bloody tears left a stained trail from the morgue to my room, where I sat the rest of the night alone, in silence, staring at all the things that reminded me of her. She was right about not making it out of here alive, but I always thought she would be by my side for eternity. I failed my precious little McKayla
Early yesterday evening, Lance was tortured to death on the charges of killing a royal slave and the future queen. Through his torture he confessed to waiting in the other cell for me to leave then slipped through the connecting vent. I was in such hurry I never thought of checking to see if it was locked.
His torture did not bring me joy. McKayla would not have approved, as she never liked violence, especially when it was on her behalf, I had to influence her every time if I wanted her to be mean in anyway. However, I could not live another day knowing he was still alive. The whole time I could feel McKayla behind me, telling me his death would not bring her back, but I kept going until he was far beyond death. I torched his body, spreading his ashes all around the kingdom so there would be no way he could come back.
For the first time ever last night, I opened the waterfall room to everyone. It was the perfect place for her funeral and she would have been happy, knowing everyone would get to enjoy the scenery. I allowed each slave and vampire that knew her personally to take a rock from the waterfall and place it in a pile, before they brought her body in. I placed the marble slate from her bench on top of the pile and then her body on the marble slate. She looked so peaceful. The skirt of her black dress, that was meant to be her ceremonial dress, flowed over the rocks, like a midnight waterfall flowing into a pool, on the blackest of nights. Every slave and vampire who entered tossed white roses on top of her skirt.
Her parents could not handle the pain. They broke down next to her body with her children next to them. “Don’t cry, can’t you see her? Mom’s standing right there.” Michael said cheerfully pointing at her body.
“Not right there, behind her body. Mom’s happy and holding a baby girl and George is with her.” Alexis pointed behind her.
McKayla’s parents pulled her children closer to them trying to see what they were seeing. I caught myself squinting in the same direction. “She’s got big beautiful wings and a bright light around her.” Alexis tried pointing it out as if it was clear as day.
McKayla’s mother pulled Alexis closer and began to cry harder. “They say children can see more than we can. I believe she is here. An angel in life becomes an angel after death.” I had to stand up for the children. They were right about George, and I hope they are right about McKayla.
I removed her chain and locket, setting her free. I walked into the forest carrying her one last time until I reached a beautiful cave. I laid her in her tomb watching her for a long time, willing her to wake up, before sealing the entrance, with her and my heart inside, with a large boulder.