Blood Moon [a Twilight Saga FanFiction]

Moving Forward - Johann's POV

ONCE WE WERE INSIDE NO ONE SPOKE. Elizabeth said nothing, Igor said nothing. I looked to Verity who just shook her head at me so I said nothing.
     Though, when Elizabeth just froze still in the middle of the stairs, we all reacted. Moving so we could look at her, she held a finger to her lips. The global sign for 'quiet'.
     She kept her hand there until the London cover were long out of earshot. Then she turned and sat on the step with a heavy sigh. Igor immediately ran to her side.
     "He's still mourning," she said. "My mother. After all this time, after so long. It... it's like Marcus all over again. He still loves her. He misses her every day blinding him. Torturing him."
     "That doesn't excuse his actions," Igor stated.
     "I know."
     "Why doesn't he kill himself if it's that bad?" Verity asked. "I'm sure someone will be happy to do it for him."
     I noticed her suppressing a smirk, looking at her father. Who shrugged with a nod in response. I wanted to chuckle at his reaction but thought it better not. With Elizabeth the way she was.
     "Because he feels as if it was his fault," Elizabeth explained. "All of this, he feels is his fault. How Carlisle and I ended up, how our childhoods played out. Our mother... Guilt stops him from taking the easy escape. It caused him to drink his sorrows and take it out on us and anyone else unfortunate enough to catch him off guard. As a human. Now he's stuck with it for all eternity."
     "Are you trying to give him an excuse-"
     "What if I had died, Igor?" Elizabeth said, interrupting her husband. "If you hadn't saved me and I had died. Your guilt would have killed you, Verity would be left with nobody. You've lived thinking I was dead once, never again. Am I right?" Igor slowly nodded. "Hypothetically, if you felt so guilty, so enraged with yourself, that you couldn't even kill yourself because it would be too merciful... or at least, that's how you thought it as. That's what he goes through every day."
     "I don't care who it is or what their reasoning is, Miss Elizabeth. I have lived thinking you were dead in my past and I will never go through it again. It is why if anyone ever hurts you, I will hurt them back. I've seen you dead, I've seen you in pain, more times than enough to last me eternity. Okay, I'll give him this, his existence is painful and must be exhausting, but I will never take their reasoning into considering if it causes you pain. I love you, always will."
     Elizabeth smiled and rested a tired hand on her husband's cheek. It was her sign that she had had enough of the conversation. After letting her head rest on her husband's for a little bit, she looked over her shoulder to look at the portrait of her mother on the wall.
     "He will always miss her, Miss Elizabeth," Igor said, his eyes staying softly on her. "Just as I know you do every day."
     Elizabeth chuckled softly and rested her head back on Igor's.
     "Do we need to go for a run?" he asked her.
     "No. No, I'm... I'm okay," she said and pulled herself up from the step. "Let's get ready to move to New York."

WHEN WE REACHED THE CITY, we build a house just outside its borders. Verity and I were enrolled in school and Elizabeth not only got into her Oncology course but applied for another job to help for money. Igor decided to stay home. I could see it pained him, but behind his red eyes, I could see why.
     Verity even applied for a casual job, but she didn't get it due to her being a woman.
     "I'm used to it," she had said to me with a shrug when I asked her about it. "From the 17th century, remember?"
     Elizabeth was trying new things... which I swore was for a specific reason that she wasn't telling, but I didn't push, while working at the American Museum of National History, and Verity and I just went to school.

NEW YORK WAS PROBABLY THE MOST UNEVENTFUL THING I'VE EVER WITNESSED. It reminded Verity of the 18th century, and she loved the peace of it.
     We were even easily checking on Vera for Rosalie to see that she and Henry were perfectly fine and in 1948 when the war ended, her husband came home.
     Rose seemed fascinated by the knowledge that Vera kept in contact with her family.
     Nothing happened in New York worth remembering. Besides that, I remembered just how boring school was, and that was only escalated now that I remembered every word anyone ever told me.
     And I was promised a car in our next town, so Elizabeth and Igor could stop driving Verity and me to school and I could instead. Which I was fine with, but I never ended up finding one I was interested in when we got to our next place. Astoria, in Oregon. We moved in 1961.
     We built our own place again. Elizabeth went back to being a Doctor for children and Igor returned to his psychology, instead this time it was Psychiatry.
     I also had no idea what the difference was between the two professions.