#poor laura

Raison d’Etre “Memory Series”: Sidelines

- The Year of our Lord 1048 -

Gabriel was so tired … tired of living … tired of being manipulated and deceived … His body was tired as well, both mentally and physically … He hadn’t slept properly in months. Not since the girl, Claudia was murdered. Zobek was still out there, he knew it deep within himself. He was too afraid to sleep, lest Zobek manipulate him in his sleep again and force him to take more lives.

As he stood upon the edge of the mountain top, dark thoughts began to prey upon his mind, tempting him to jump to his death, thus ending his miserable existence. He had nothing left to live for. Life seemed meaningless without his Marie. She had been his reason for fighting. It was for her that he embarked on this quest, and though he had succeeded in saving her lost soul, he couldn’t help but feel miserable. It was selfish of him, but at that moment he didn’t care. All he wanted was to be with his wife. Though he realized that jumping to his death might not reunite him with her, but rather send him straight to hell, for that was where he felt he belonged.

“Why did you give my life back to me!?” he demanded to know. “Why would you be so cruel as to deny me a peaceful death? What purpose do I have to continue living?”

The heavens were silent, just as he knew they would be.

“Where do I go from here?”

He knew of no place upon this earth that he could go. He had a home, but he did not want to return to it without his wife. It just didn’t seem right. There was no way he was going to return to the Brotherhood, knowing now the truth about their cause. Just like their founders, they would plunge the world into chaos just to save their own souls. They were no better than the cowardly Vincent Dorrin. He no longer wanted to be associated with such an order.

“Answer me, God!” he cried out. “Give me a reason to believe that Satan was lying! Give me a reason to believe that you really do love me! Prove to me that you haven’t abandoned me as he said!”

Once again there was nothing.

Gabriel hung his head. Perhaps Satan was right. Why else would God see to take everything that he ever loved, leaving him all alone in a cruel world to be manipulated by the will of mankind? His whole life he had been taught that God would never abandon him, that he loved mankind and that it was not good for man to be alone. His current situation seemed to contradict all those statements.

Letting the darkness in his mind take ahold, he stepped to the very edge of the cliff, ready to step over the edge and plunge to his death. If it was true that God didn’t care about him, then he couldn’t see any reason to keep on living for his sake. 

However, just as he was about to take the step over, he was stopped by a familiar voice entering his mind. “Gabriel…”

He would know that voice anywhere. The memory of its owner was ingrained in his mind. It was Laura, the vampire child who had spared his life back in Carmilla’s Castle. It seemed that a creature like her had more compassion on him than God himself did.

“Hear me, Gabriel!” Laura called to him. “I need your help! I-I am afraid …”

Gabriel did not move a muscle, contemplating the decision before him. He was sorely tempted to just ignore her call and plunge to his death regardless, but at the same time, what was left of his damaged humanity would not allow him to do so. His mind filled with guilt at the thought of denying her request, especially after the mercy she had shown him.

“It’s not safe for me here anymore. I have no one else to turn to. Gabriel, you must help me!” she pleaded.

With that final plea, his mind was made up. He took a step back from the edge. Killing himself would have to wait. He could not deny her, for he too had no one else to turn to. It seemed a bit ironic to think that his only true friend, in the end, was a vampire, but it didn’t bother him. At least she had never hidden her true intentions from him as Zobek had.

everyone except Sam: lets go on this dangerous adventure!! we have no cares or worries in the world!!

Sam, rubbing his bastard hands together: hey Matt, does the weasel survive the danger