Damon's POV
How did this happen? Who would kill him? My heart was throbbing with an intense amount of pain. How can I go on without him? He was my soul, my reason for living. What right do I have to live without him?
How was my mother so strong? When her soul mate left her, how was she able to just go on? She raised me the best she could after he left. I guess the answer is simple isn't it? she had me. I was a piece of their soul. But what do I have?
We never even got to talk more than once. In that short period of time I fell in deep love with that angel. The way he'd get flustered when we touched. How he gripped my hand and never seemed to want to let go. He was perfect, and made just for me.
Suddenly, I became livid with anger. Who killed him? Who had the audacity to hurt the one I love. Screw my vow to never use my magic for evil. When I made that vow I believed that I'd never have a reason to use them, but this is more important. Right here, right now, I make a new vow; kill whoever dare to hurt my angel.
When my ears start focusing on the world around me, I realize Oliver is trying to shake me back to reality. "Damon, please get up. What has you so freaked out?" Well, my heart and soul is lying dead in front of my eyes. But instead of saying that, "That's him Oliver, that's my soul mate." I witness Oliver's face take on a ghostly pallor. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry Damon." I scoff, sorry isn't going to bring him back now is it? Mom was right, wasn't she? I decide to voice my thoughts, "I guess my mom was right, witches never get a happy ending." I guess Oliver hears the bitterness in my voice, he crouches down and hugs me.
Then he says something that makes all the sadness leave my body, being replaced with only blinding anger. "Hey, don't think like that, you'll find someone else." I roughly shoved him off of me. "How dare you! There is no one else! He can't be replaced, don't you get that?! He's my soulmate. The one person who's supposed to bring me happiness in my life. How could I replace him?" My anger quickly spreads to the ground. I can feel it shaking like an earthquake is about to erupt, but I don't care, my anger is too blinding.
I feel Oliver's hands land on my shoulder, "Whoa, calm down man. If you cause an earthquake, people are going to start noticing. I'm sorry, OK? Not a witch, remember? I don't understand the whole 'one person for life thing.' I mean have you seen the amount of men and women who leave my house on a daily basis?" That calms me down enough to stop the earthquake.
Then I hear something that makes my heart flutter, a chuckle. It sounds so heavenly, but what sounds even better is the voice after it. "He defiantly seems the type, doesn't he?" When I see who made the owner of the voice a lump gets formed in my throat. How is this possible? My soul mate is a ghost, how? It is very rare for a human to become a ghost. So how did he do it?
Relief and hope fill my body; maybe since he is here on earth I can find a spell to bring him back. There are no words to describe how I feel in this moment.
He seems shocked that I could see him, "You can see me, can't you?" With a smile on my face, I walk over to him. As I get closer he gets more flustered, how cute. When I get close enough, he takes a step back. Oh, no you don't I'm never letting you far from me again. I grab his arm and bring his icy body closer to mine.
As a witch I have certain powers, thankfully this is one of them. I never thought it was any good except for being able to be knocked off my feet by an entity that no one can see but me. Most of the ghosts I have ran across, have been here for too long and became evil spirits. If a spirit has been on earth for more than a century on their own, they become insane and leave their souls behind; becoming nothing but a vengeful spirit. I won't let Alexander get that way, I'll bring him back if it kills me.
Even as a ghost he is breathtaking. He's beautiful, his cute sea foam green eyes make me go weak in the knees. His golden hair is slicked back into a quiff. How did this creature ever get murdered? I would never be able to hurt someone so perfect.
I lean in so closely to his ear that my lips are grazing it, and whisper "Meet me in the alley a block from here in two minutes, we need to talk." When I pull back I see he is blushing all the way to his neck. How adorable.He nods his head real fast and vanishes.
I've never felt my heart feel so light. He's here, on earth. I haven't lost him completely. Thankfully we were in an area where no one was able to see us, that would have been hard to explain. It's not exactly normal to see a guy talking and holding an invisible person.
After I tell everyone that I need to take the rest of the night off, I sprint off to find Alexander.
When I enter the alley I hear Alexander talking to himself. "Geez, why are you so embarrassing, he probably doesn't even like you like that." That amuses me, he's talking about me. Of course I like him. "I mean really, do you have to blush every time he is near? I know that he has beautiful blue and yellow eyes and an adorable dimple, but do you have to be so embarrassing?" He thinks I have beautiful eyes, most people are freaked out about them.
Deciding not to let him get any further, I walk into the alley speaking his name. He whips his head in my direction, and turns pale like he just got caught doing something bad. "Oh, Hi." He says in a quiet voice. "I guess it's my lucky day?" I say with a smile from ear to ear. A look of confusion forms on his face.
To elaborate I walk up to him and gently shove him into the wall. He visibly gulps, good I can make him react to me. This will be fun. With a smirk, I press my body to his. "I thought I had lost you forever back there, if I had to live with the thought that I'd never get to see you again; I'd surely die."
Even with is body cold as ice it warms my body temperature. "I forgot to ask for your number that day we met. I was hoping to find that out today so I could meet up with you. Imagine my shock when I found your dead body lying in an alley with gunshot wounds." I looked deep into his eyes and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "Since the moment I met you, I knew I had to have you."
The look on his face made my heart throb even harder in my chest. In a quiet voice he said something that made my heart burst at the seams. "I felt the same way, I was devastated when I forgot to get your number. All my life I've never had someone make me feel, I have never had the capacity to like another human being." Wait, I am the only one he has ever felt anything for? How am I so lucky to have this man as my soulmate?
"Normally, I would find this a little fast, but dying can change the way you see things." I chuckled, "Yeah, I would imagine so. At least I didn't scare you away by confessing my undying love for you our second meeting." "No you didn't, but can I ask you something more serious now?" I smiled, "Of course you can ask me anything."
"What did you mean when you said I was your 'soulmate'?" Oh, that question. "Well, soulmates are created by taking two souls and splitting them in half. We are two halves of one whole soul. Do you understand?" He was silent for a second as he soaked up the new information.
"So, how do you know I am your soulmate?" Well, here comes the tough part. I really hope this doesn't scare him away. "Well, you see, I am not like other people. Most people never know when they find their soulmate. Humans sometimes find them and marry them without ever knowing that they are meant to be together. I'm a witch, so I am more susceptible to the power of soulmates. I can feel when my soul wants to latch onto its other half."
"A witch?" Uh oh, he doesn't believe me. "Yeah, a witch. That's why I can see and talk to you." "Oh, well that makes sense." Wait, what? He believes me? Not even Oliver believed me that fast. "Wait, you don't think I'm crazy for thinking I'm a witch or something?" That made him laugh. His laugh is music to my ears, it is perfect just like the rest of him. "I am a ghost. I hardly have room to talk." Oh yeah, I forgot about that.
Suddenly sorrow filled my heart. I was so happy he was here I forgot he was actually dead.
Noticing the sudden change in mood, he grabs my chin and places his lips against mine in a passionate kiss. It felt like I was floating in air, the kiss was magical. It lasted for about a minute before I pulled away to breathe.
I took his face into my palms. "I will find a way to bring you back, or I will die trying. You are my soulmate, without you I am nothing." Shock was written on his face, "Can you really do that?" I looked at the hopefulness in his eyes, and gave him one last kiss, "I will bring you back."
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-Emerald