〚 Walls ! 〛
‧͙⁺˚*･ stuck in a nightmare ༓☾
❝ i...it's m...me ❞
there's some slight mentions of suicidal thoughts.
take care of yourselves. x.
BRETT USUALLY HAD BETTER SELF-CONTROL, but with Bellamy curled into his side, gripping his shirt as nightmares plagued his sleep, he couldn't get the picture in the kitchen drawer out of his head.
𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓂𝓎 𝒦𝑜𝓁 𝑀𝒾𝓀𝒶𝑒𝓁𝓈𝑜𝓃
𝒶𝓃𝒹
𝒵𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒯𝑒𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝓃𝒿𝒶𝓂𝒾𝓃
𝒪𝒸𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟣
𝓜𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷,
𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾
A million questions bounced around his mind. Who was Zach? How long did Bellamy know the person? How long did Bellamy have to know someone to call them his forever person? How long had Bellamy been a vampire? How long had he been alive? 2011 was several years ago and yet he looked exactly the same. Was Brett in some kind of Twilight situation, or was Bellamy only a few years older than he claimed? Brett had to admit that he looked younger than most seventeen-year-olds, but not by much.
He bit his cheek as he pulled out his phone. Googling wasn't an invasion of privacy. It was a public database. Brett had googled himself a couple times over the years. Not much came up other than his parents' obituaries, some articles about the fires, and his social media.
The first thing he looked up was Bellamy Kol Mikaelson, but nothing came up. Only a few search results about a set of twins and their mother, Hayley, who died in some freak earthquakes in the mid-90s in New Orleans. Clearly, nothing to do with Bellamy. The twins were newborn babies when they died and the mother's last name was Marshall.
Nothing else came up. No birth records, no death certificates, no social media. Nothing. That was odd. Everyone has social media. Unless Bellamy used a fake name... but Brett couldn't see why Bellamy would do that on a picture he clearly intended for himself.
He moved onto googling Zach, and a lot more came up. Social media accounts, multiple GoFundMe's, dozens of obituaries, and more information about another devastating natural disaster in New Orleans. Unlike Bellamy's search results, Zach's were flooded. The only thing in common was that the obituaries all dated to October 2011, the same year as the picture. Zach's obituary had almost no detail, so he moved on quickly. As he continued down the list, he realized they had something else in common, they all died in a building collapse.
As Brett continued to look, he realized that it wasn't only one building that collapsed. An entire block was wiped out by some freak storm. Survivors claimed the sky turned blood red and wind like they'd never seen swept in from nowhere as it wiped out buildings. Dozens of New Orleans citizens died. At the dead center of the destruction was a bar, Rousseau's.
Bellamy looked down at the boy sleeping on his chest. The Rousseau's logo was identical to the tattoo running across Bellamy's ribs, and the date of the collapse was identical to the Roman numerals on Bellamy's right wrist: October 24, 2011. The same year as the picture.
How the hell was Bellamy related to this?
"Breathe," Bellamy tried to calm Zach as he held their hands, but it wasn't working. Nothing was working. They'd run to Bellamy's house in the middle of the night, painting and crying. Bellamy didn't know what was going on, all he knew was that Zach would hyperventilate if they didn't calm down.
Freya had used the same spell when Bellamy came close to losing it when his mom and dad died. He figured it couldn't do any harm. He wrapped Zach in a hug, the same way Freya had done him, and muttered the spell under his breath.
The change was instant. Zach was able to take slow, deep breaths as they wiped their eyes. They was still upset, but they'd calmed down dramatically. Bellamy tightened his hug around Zach, only to be pushed away.
"What did you do?" Zach yelled, standing up. However, they didn't seem upset, it seemed like they forced themself to yell.
"I didn't do anything." Bellamy blurted out. He didn't understand why Zach had shoved him so hard.
"You did something! What did you do to me!" they demanded.
"I'm just trying to help," Bellamy's voice was quieter.
"Your help is what got us into this mess!"
"I..."
"If I wasn't with you, I would've been home! I could have saved them!"
Bellamy took a step closer, anger settling into it's new home in his stomach; something that was getting more common as he lost more people, "You would be dead too!"
"You don't know that!" They were only a few inches apart now.
"I do."
Silence filled the room.
"You know who it is." Their voice was void of emotion as they took a step back. Bellamy was unable to look Zach in the eye. Bellamy's throat constricted as his mouth fell open. His voice was gone, ran away with the wind, "I am getting the fuck out of here."
"No-" Bellamy reached out.
"Get the hell away from me!" Zach snapped. Bellamy knew, by the look in his eyes, he had lost Zach forever, "I never want to see you and your demented, fucked up family again."
Zach stormed out without another word, and Bellamy was left, standing in the ashes of a relationship he valued over everything. The thing he'd spent the last three years trying to foster and grow. He ruined it, like he ruined everything. He was the reason their family died.
No matter how he tried to shield Zach from it, it never would work out. Bellamy brought death with him everywhere he went. The people he loved would always be collateral damage.
Bellamy laid restless for hours, waiting for a call, text, or even a tweet; just something to let him know that Zach was alright, and as time continued to tick by, Bellamy wondered if he should go after them. He knew that would only push them further away, which is what kept him planted in his bed.
It was about 2 when Bellamy got the text. He'd been scrolling through instagram, refreshing Zach's page. He clicked the notification instantly, heart racing with hope at seeing Zach's name. Instead, Bellamy was met with a selfie of Seth and Zach together.
Bellamy's heart lurched into his throat as he froze in place.
The picture was followed by the text, "Cheers to new friends, dead or alive - Seth"
The phone in Bellamy's hand cracked from his grip. He was gone in an instant, sneaking out of his window. He sprinted as fast as he could to Rousseau's, where Seth's picture had clearly been taken, but he wasn't fast. Sure he could run further and faster than the average gym rat, but it wasn't a full moon and he wasn't yet a vampire.
He arrived to find the bar bustling with people. Bellamy knew every face. None of them would have been there; not this late, not on a Wednesday. They all had children, jobs, or other responsibilities. Something was very wrong.
But Bellamy didn't have the time to worry about them. He had to get Zach out. Zach was Seth's target. Bellamy was certain of it.
"Leave me alone." Zach's jaw clenched at the sight of him.
"We have to get out of here." Bellamy's voice was low, unsure of how many of the people in the bar had been compelled. He watched everyone closely as he stepped closer to Zach, reaching for them.
Zach pulled away, not allowing Bellamy to even brush their skin, "I don't want to see you right now. Why can't you get that?" Zach's voice cracked as his glare hardened.
"It's not safe here," Bellamy pleaded.
"I'm not safe with you," Zach scoffed. Bellamy blinked away the tears. Zach's lips turned to a sneer, "Don't you get it? People die around you! I'm done sacrificing the people I care about."
Bellamy's voice caught in his throat as he struggled to fight back tears, "Y-you don't understand."
"Leave, Bellamy. I don't want you here."
Bellamy hadn't wanted it to resort to this. He wanted Zach to go with him willingly. He wanted to grow old with him. But he would rather Zach breathing and hating him than dying having loved him. It's a shame that he would die hating Bellamy.
Before Bellamy could remove them from the bar, everything went dark.
Bellamy awoke, and the building was bustling with even more people. They danced and yelled and drank like the world was ending, but Bellamy couldn't be concerned with them or the bright lights, or just how much louder their heartbeats had gotten. Zach was gone. He wasn't in the building. His scent had faded.
How long had Bellamy been out?
That didn't matter either. He had to find Zach. Bellamy pushed through the crowds. Ignoring his hunger, headache, and just how loud everyone was being. He continued pushing until he found himself outside.
The smell hit him instantly. Blood. Blood poured into the streets. It was horrible.
The worst part? Zach was in the middle of the street, laid out as if it were his funeral. Bellamy's heart caught in his throat as a strangled sob escaped him. Bellamy ran to them.
There was no heartbeat. No breathing. No moving.
Still, Bellamy bit into his wrist and ripped apart his unmarked skin, placing his bleeding wrist into Zach's mouth in an attempt to save them.
Blood covered his hands, both of their clothes, and poured into the street as Bellamy lifted them up. He begged and pleaded to no end for Zach to wake, but they never did.
Sobs racked Bellamy's body as the wind howled. He cradled Zach's body, wishing for anything that he'd been sooner, that he hadn't messed this up so horribly. Bellamy couldn't breath. His chest was heavier than it ever had been as he gasped for air. He couldn't do anything other than blame himself.
Wind tore through the streets as the street lights exploded. Pure power ripped into the streets of New Orleans and the buildings down crashed down around them.
Bellamy held Zach close as the wind only grew harsher. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't control it. His magic unraveled as the loss of Zach gripped his very soul, squeezing him so hard he couldn't believe his heart was still beating.
That's when it clicked. Seth had killed him. That's why he could hear the heartbeats, even in the wreckage. He wouldn't be dead for another 24 hours. Too many people would be dead in that time. He would have to figure out how to die later.
The only solution was to finish his transition. Stop the pain, so that he could stop the destruction before all of New Orleans. Disgust crawled into Bellamy's throat at the sight of his hands, covered in Zach's blood, but blood nonetheless. He touched the blood to his lips.
In an instant the wind stopped, the buildings settled, and Bellamy was numb.
Brett snapped back into reality as the back of his head slammed into the fireplace, "You did this!" Bellamy screamed. He was sweating profusely, eyes dilated. He was unstable on his feet, but Brett was still no match for his strength. Brett struggled, pulling at his hands.
"Bel-" He gasped, "I...It's m...me." Bellamy tightened his grip. The stake was on the other side of the room.
"You killed them!"
Brett didn't have a chance of waking Bellamy up. He couldn't speak. Bellamy's anger and pure hatred was clear, even in his sick form.
Brett was going to die.
Lori was going to lose her big brother.
Just as Brett's vision began to go out, the pressure released suddenly and he was dropped to the ground. Brett blinked rapidly until his vision returned. He coughed as he gasped for air.
Bellamy was on the ground, the stake aimed perfectly at his heart. Peyton was standing over them. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at Bellamy's body.
"What did I do?" Peyton muttered.
Bellamy laid there, dead. No heartbeat, no breath. The stake in his back went deep, plenty deep to hit his heart. Brett wondered how Peyton was strong enough for something so brutal. Then he realized that Peyton showed up out of nowhere. How in the hell did she even know to come here?
But he didn't have time to worry about that. According to Bellamy, he would wake up. He had to. They had to get to the vault.
Brett jumped to his feet and latched onto Peyton's arm. She pulled against him, but Brett didn't have the time to convince her to go. Instead, he threw the small, but apparently strong, girl over his shoulder and ran in the general direction of the vault.
Funny story... this was meant to be up hours ago, but I didn't realize it didn't publish. Ha. Ha. So funny.
It is likely to take a bit for the next chapter to release because I have some plot elements to figure out, but after that, I will be back to writing on a regular schedule. My hope is to get two more chapters before Christmas break ends, but I can't promise anything since I have to go through and rework some ideas.
Also, I edited chapter 17 a couple weeks back, so if you didn't catch that, you might need to go reread. AND in case you missed it, there is a soundtrack chapter out :). xx. take care.