Summer's Love

chapter 6

Chapter 6

-Peter P.O.V.-

**Loud ringing** Swooshing sounds of the helicopter blades slowly twarling, crackles of the fires, the smell of fuel and burnt flesh hanging in the air. I regained consciousness to find myself hanging sideways by my seat belt, half the cockpit is gone, George’s seat is completely missing. I throw the ear protectors off away from me, I reach up to grip the only remaining metal beam and rip my seatbelt off. I lift myself to an upright standing position, and walk out of the crashed helicopter.

It's starting to get dark, the human firefighters and wrecker crews will be here soon to work the crash site. I scan the wreckage, no sign of immediate threats, but also no sign of George or the girl. I bent down to lift the helicopter door to check under it... AHHH! I stand up quickly, pain shooting from my side. I find that I have a large shard of metal jabbed into my left side. I bite down on my shirt, and with two hands I grip the shard and rip it out. The wound heals almost immediately. I stand there for a moment just taking in all the sounds and smells around me… (a choking whisper) Peter… I am here. I quickly zero in on where I hear the voice, beneath the tail of the helicopter and knocked down trees I see George. He appears to be somewhat just laying on the trees with his leg snagged in between the tail and another tree. Get up George what are you doing man! I shout at him. George just continues to lay there against the ruble. I walk closer to him, he has his right hand gripping the tree next to him tightly and his left behind his back. The look on his face is of sadness and strain, the smell of his blood hits me as the wind changes directions.

Peter. He breathed at me. I know I haven't always been the best sire, *coughs* but please listen to me now. I shake my head at him. George you old fool, get up already we have to get out of here. Peter. George looked up at me, locking eyes. This is it for me, the tree has lodged in a way that it can't be removed without hitting my heart. Peter I knew the risk of working for Vincent when I joined his team, I didn't give you the same courtesy. I just stole you from your life without second thought and I ju— Stop George. I interrupted. You saved me George, I was starving, beaten, and bloody. I was going to rot in that alleyway if you hadn't decided to take me with you. *coughing* blood now dripping from the corner of George's mouth. I drop to my knees grabbing onto him.

Peter, I saved money. Take it, I have an alias that I used to buy a place on the coast of Spain. They never saw my face, everything was online or over the phone, you can easily take it and stay there and be safe. George? What ar.. are you telling me? Peter, just run. I need you to run from Vincent. His plan is massive, and it's going to lead *coughing* to war between all the Alpha wolves and him. He is a tri-bred and he believes that he should lead all of the Witches, Wolves and Vampires. George… I just stammer, on my knees holding on to him. George…you have always been so hard on me? Why are you doing this? *coughing* The day I met you I thought your blood smelled intoxicatingly sweet, it wasn't your blood I was smelling. I was smelling your grandmother's scent on you, she was my mate. Tears now falling from George's eyes, running down his cheeks to his neck.

George *coughing* snotting a bit now. When I was turned, I became what they call a “Ripper”, I knew I had to put distance between me and Lola. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting her. I thought that she was young, beautiful, and we didn't have any children. I thought that she would be able to move on with her life without much trouble. Vincent found me and fixed me up, but at a price. I would stay with him and help him build his empire. I stayed with him for years before I was strong enough to control myself enough to check on Lola. *coughing & choking* George spitting out blood. When I finally was able to gain myself control it had already been ten years. I went to check on my Lola,*cough* I was going to turn her, and we were going to be together again. I found her in a little town market, with a little girl who looked to be about nine years old. It took everything I had to not run to her. Lola had these piercing gray eyes, like our daughters, and like yours. I started to walk to them, then I saw the ring, and a man that walked up to them that Lola embraced then kissed. I knew she had to be my daughter. She had my nose and my cheekbones. I watched them for hours that day, they had met after I disappeared. They married before Rosoline was born and he claimed her as his own knowing she was not.

Peter, *coughing* I stayed back and watched from afar, helping occassicaly with money issues and whatever else I could. Your mother caught me once in her mid twenties before you were born and knew what I was and started hiding herself, and making it much harder for me to keep up with her. It wasn't until a few months after I turned you did I start putting the pieces together. You were out in that alleyway because you had recently lost your mother to the influenza plague of 1918-1920s.

(sirens blaring in the distance) Peter still on his knees just holding onto George both crying just letting everything out. Okay, George I will run, I will do it. George smiles and looks into Peter's eyes. I love you my boy, be safe. Now you must go. I stand up and quickly vamp into a bat and fly away from the sirens. I heard a small squishing sound and a light thud, I looked back to see George had let go of his bracing and the wood pierced through his chest. The light breeze picked up and slowly George disappeared into dust and faded off into the wind.