Stefan Salvatore's daughter ~ Miracle

35. Death and love aren't compatible

Jules's P.O.V.

I wake up laying in the woods naked. What happened last night? I see blood and dirt on my fingers. Who did I killed last night? I get up, walk and find mutilated bodies. I need to get some clothes. I take some clean clothes of the campers' bag and put the limbs together so I can make a fire. I was about to start the fire when I hear a car coming. I turn around and see the police car. Wrong timing... The policeman exits his car and walks slowly towards me. I'm still on my knees, in front of the tent and pretend to cry.

- Good morning. Is everything alright here? Questions the officer as he points his gun to the ground, ready to defend himself if he has to.

- It was an animal. A wolf. It came at us in the night, I tell him as I turn around, still pretending to cry.

- Are you okay? Asks the policeman gently.

- Yes. But my friends... I stand up slowly. They're all dead.

- I'm calling it in, tells the man as he walks back towards his car.

I nod and stop crying when he isn't looking at me anymore. I grab a wooden stick and rush to the man, hitting him in the head before he could call for help. The officer falls to the ground and I hit him again, killing the man.

Gillian's P.O.V.

Uncle Damon, dad and I are in the woods as they are burrying the bodies of those innocent people that I killed. I feel sad, ashamed and disgusted by myself. How could I have done something like that? Having no emotions just reveals my true nature and I hate it. I'm not a murderer. That's not how dad taught me to live. As they are burrying the bodies, I picked up some flowers to put on the "graves". I took their life, I can at least do this. I walk back to where the brothers are and watch my father finishing to burry the last one.

- Alright, he was the last one, tells my father as he wipes his sweating forehead.

- let's go, then, tells Damon. They both start walking toward my uncle's car but I don't move. I stare at where they burried the bodies. It's unbelievable, we can't see that bodies are burried underground. I feel a tear roll down my cheeks when my father calls me.

- Lilou? You coming? I wipe my cheeks and nod before standing up and puting flowers on each of the "graves".

- I'm sorry, I say whispering to those five people.

I turn around and walk toward my uncle and my father, head down and crying. I enter the back of the car and rest my head on the window. I remark my uncle and my father sharing a concerned glance together. I sigh as dad enters the passenger side and Damon the driver side. He drives us back to the boarding house, where Rose is waiting for my uncle. I can't believe a werewolf bite her. Damon parks his car and I get out of it quickly before vamp-speeding to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I walk to my desk and search for my photos. Seeing all those memories back in the tomb made me emotional. I take them out of my desk when I hear someone knocking.

- Come on in, I say loudly.

- Hey baby, are you alright? Questions dad as he closes the door behind him. I discretely put the pictures back in my desk.

- Of course I am, why? dad stares at me with insistance while crossing his arms.

- What did you put in your desk?

- nothing, I reply shaking my head. Dad walks over to me quickly before pushing me lightly on the side and opening the desk. He sees the pictures. I'm sorry, I just... I like looking at those pictures sometimes. It reminds me of everything we had before coming here. Dad closes my desk, frowning sadly.