George Vampire Harrison

Chapter 37

 - George Harrison -

We fell.. Paul and I.. I tried.. I tried to save him. Really I tried. The stupid crazy idiot.. Why?! How did I even survive..

We dived down. It felt like we flew in the air. I turned myself under him. So he rested on me. I was like.. If someone dies.. it should be me. But that happened just in the last 10 meters that I could turn.

I held him tight. I did not let go. Even while we both burned.. the sun burned me. And my burns burned Paul.. I just tried to safe him. He screamed..  In a second. We laid on the ground.. better said in.

I survived. I didn’t want to.

Now I look down. I look down to what I hold in my arms.

It’s our Paul. Sweet Paul. More silent then I ever thought he would be. Bleeding and injured.

“Why did you jump…” I whisper, I try to control my voice. I try. I try hardly.

I ignore all the smell of blood. I need it. But I need Paul more. He’s my mate..

I look better at his head. It’s almost split in two. I can’t make him back when he is like this. Even if I made him a vampire.. he wouldn’t survive it. That dearest Paul..

That..

I look up at the sun. feeling my eyes burn away. I’m crying. Blood drops out my eyes. On the stone ground which we dug a hole.. a hole from falling out of the sky. Meters high.

I look back down. I run my fingers over Paul’s cheek. A broken cheek. His whole body is broken. he's broken and gone.

I look at my own arms which heal themselves..

I chuckle. “that slut.. why..” It’s pure shock. No fun. This is never fun. This is murdering of a heart.

I bow my head down and kiss his forehead which has cracks. He’s gone. No-way I can save him..

The sun fades away and I look up. “John?” I whisper.

John sits down. He’s silent. Completely silent. He takes his sunglasses away. And I can see his eyes burning like my whole skin burns.

“ssa-saave..?” John brings out his mouth. He’s shocked. Nobody would believe this is Paul.

I shake my head, barely noticeable for anybody. I look again at my arms. They’re healed.. I move my tongue over my lips. A way I show that I think. But John can’t notice. He stares at Paul.. he stares.. like no-one ever saw something… I never saw a look that John has now. It’s like his entire soul dies.

I stroke Paul’s cheek with my hand. Even my dead-skin is warmer than him..  how can it be?

“This is my fault…” I say after a silence no-one could imagine.

John looks at me. He stops his stare and it’s gone into pure and pure hate.

I shuffle a bit back. I feel like he’s going to murder me. He will murder me. He can do that.. Nobody I know is as strong as John.

Then he sighs and looks back down at Paul.

I still stroke Paul’s cheek with my hand. It’s almost a kind of love-running fingers..

I look at Paul’s head which I run my fingers on..

I gasp.. I can’t believe to what I see..