Miss Felicity Salvatore (A Vampire diaries Fan Fiction) IN EDIT

It's Time

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Felicity's POV 

What happens if the only thing that you thought would work , didn’t ?

If you told me a year ago I was going to fall head over heels with a werewolf I would tell you , you are ridiculous .

I need to die , it was the only way in my situation . I promised mother , she needs me , and I want soo much to help her . Then why is there this gut feeling in my stomach telling me I shouldn’t do it , telling me that it will just hit like a tone of bricks , that it will all be this huge mistake .

“Hello Felicity , I am and the safe locker ” A voice said down the phone .

Christiphor

The one thing in this whole thing that makes perfect sense. 

“Hey umm look for small brown glass bottle with a white lid” I reply back to him . As I fiddle with the silk blankets on my bed .

I hear clinking of glass down the phone

“there are a lot of brown glass bottles here fe” he chuckled .

Making me join in laughing “Right sorry , It should say . . .potassium chloride”I say down the resiver biteing my lip as I check my phone , with the research I was finding out  .

Potassium Chloride – If injected can be lethal , High levels of potassium in the blood will cause the heart mussels to stop Functioning .Pain lasting a few minutes then the heart will slowly stop .

This may or may not work for me as I am a vampire but I heard it burns your insides , yeah discusting as it sounds but I feel as if it’s the only way . . . if not then we know the final result.

There was more clinking of glass bottles and some rustling “Found it I am leaving now” he says .

“great ! ok and um . . . Chris ?” I whisper

“Yeah ?”

“Thank you for everything” I smile .

“Anything for you” I hear then the phone line going dead .

I take my phone away from my ear and place it beside me on the bed and get up walking over to my door , taking in my bedroom looking at all the little mix match things placed everywhere .

This was it I was going to actually die , might or might not coming back .

I remember when I was little ,

1857

My mom used to read me a story book . Where a girl found true love , a love so pure and true that there was no doubt that she would ever be alone . That the man that fell for her will keep falling for her over and over everyday . Because what they had was real , and that you only had to look into the fair maidens eyes to see that this was true .

But no one wanted them together she was from a wealthy family and he was a soilder at war and her father forbided her to ever lay eyes on him . He said “true love? .. love it does simply not exsist”

“Moma why is the father so cruel ?” I asked

“He just has had too many heart breaks Ci” Mother said to me .