51A/N: Nope not a new chapter complete really means complete I just wanted to say the the whole sequle thing is not looking to good for you guys... I mean seriously 35 visitors to this chapter alone and not one review, I mean overall between yesterday and today, I've gotten like 116 more vistitors then I had before and no one has reviewed... come on guys say no to lurking.
Yep, you saw correctly this is in fact the last chapter in this story... maybe if you guys are nice then I'll write a sequle. I'll have to get plenty of reviews though.
Chapter 11
The Death of Arabella Adams
I would have known the man was James even if he wasn't holding and small sign reading Arabella. The look on his face was the exact one my aunt had on hers as my mom was dying. A mix of sorrow and pain, he attempted a smile as Zander and I walked up.
"Arabella?" he asked carefully.
I nodded and took a step closer to Zander the grieving man looked half-crazy and I wasn't taking my chances.
"You look just like him," he said with a sad smile, his eyes then wandered down to my broken arm. "What happened?"
"Oh I was in a car accident the other night," I motioned to my other arm; I have twenty-three stitches in this one.
"Well, I suppose you would like to meet your father, he's actually doing better now, the doctors say that there might be hope," he looked over to Zander suspiciously. "Your boyfriends coming too right?"
I opened my mouth to correct him but Zander spoke before me. "Yes, Alexander Wheeler it's a pleasure to meet you, even on such circumstances." Zander stuck his hand out to shake his. And for some strange reasons my spirits were lifted at the idea of the gorgeous Zander being my boyfriend.
"James Harris," The other man said accepting Zan's hand.
We both followed James back to his car and then we drove for about five minutes to the hospital. My father was in room 203.
The sight of the man scared me slightly, there were at least a dozen tubes coming from him, and each was hooked to its own separate beeping machine. So even though this man left my mother all those years ago it still scared and surprised me.
But what surprised me more was my father's eyes they were open. It took about thirty seconds for his eyes to focus on my face and widen.
"Ara?" he croaked, it was very obvious that he hadn't had a drink in a long while. James moved to pour him some water
I swallowed and took a deep breath. "Yeah…"
He appeared to struggle somewhat, why, I wasn't totally sure. "I came up with that nickname for you, you were such a tiny baby, and Arabella was such a long name… your mother hated it at first but by the time that you turned one she called you by it too."
I wasn't quite sure if he hit his head during this accident or what but he was talking crazy, he was talking as if he just saw me last week not like he left my mom before I was born.
"I'm sorry…" I wasn't sure what to call him, "but this… it's too much, I'm glad you're going to be fine." I could feel salty tears beginning to burn at my eyes, but why I wasn't sure I really shouldn't feel anything but anger towards him but… I don't know I really can't explain it.
Zander quickly picking up on my condition looked over at the man in the bed and smiled slightly, "It was very nice meeting you Mr. Drayben… but we have to go maybe some other time."
We quickly left the room. I leaned up against the wall and let out a frustrated sigh, I wasn't sure if I was frustrated at myself for not being able to handle it or my father for not being on his deathbed.
"God! Zan, I was so ready to meet my father for the first and last time, to say my goodbyes or get the closure or whatever but then I get here and he's not dying… and I just don't know what to do. Does that make me a horrible person?" the tears I was trying to hold back came spilling onto my cheeks.
Zander opened his mouth to say something, but at the sight of my tears changed his mind very quickly.
"Shhh, Ara don't cry," he shushed me quietly pulling me into his chest and letting me soak his chest with my tears.
He buried his face into my hair and rubbed circles in my back attempting to soothe me. And for the first time since I met Alexander Wheeler I was affected by his proximity.
After a few moments my tears ceased and Zander pulled away. Immediately I missed his touch. "Let's go and check into that hotel, okay, and maybe we'll visit your father again later."
The hotel we checked into was a very nice one and I wondered how much it was costing him, but it really didn't matter that much to me though I asked him anyways.
"You don't have to worry about it," he told me touching my casted arm gently; "you should go get some rest."
I looked over at the one bed in the room, which like the rest of the place was immensely nice, and looked really soft.
Within seconds of lying down I was fast asleep.
I was taking a short cut through an alley, when I heard a noise from behind me I froze and looked around me, but I saw nothing so I turned back around only to be greeted by the figure of a man. It was dark and I couldn't quite see his face, but what from what I could see it didn't look human, I tried to scream but found that I couldn't.
The man was now approaching me then he lunged at me knocking me against the wall and we both fell to the ground with him pinning me down I could see his fangs this time my scream was silenced by the feeling of his teeth in my neck. It was the worst pain I had ever felt, I was barely conscious when he pulled away. Even though my vision was blurred and I had to fight to stay awake, I could just barely make out the face but I wished I couldn't when I recognized it as the face of Zander. I let out a slight gasp of fear as darkness claimed me.
I woke up with a gasp, that same dream. I quickly got up and pulled a jacket on. I looked around the hotel room, and I didn't see Zander so I decided to go out and get some 'fresh air'.
I walked outside, and then down the busy street more than ready to let the pull of the crowd guide me. I just couldn't get that dream… nightmare out of my head. I was so consumed about it that I didn't even realize that the crowd had thinned out and it was now just me and a few other people walking down this street.
I turned into an alleyway, too worried about the setting sun to think about what has happened in alleys before.
I quickly turned around in the direction that I hoped would take me to the hotel. I walked that way for a little while.
I decided that taking a short cut through an alley wouldn't be that bad, and I hoped that it will take me back to the hotel, I was walking for about a minute when I heard a noise from behind me I froze and looked around me, but I saw nothing so I turned back around only to be greeted by the figure of a man. It was dark and I couldn't quite see his face, but what from what I could see it he seemed perfectly normal, but still every hair on the back of my neck was standing and my body was telling me to run, I turned towards the way I had come.
I felt the wind knocked out of me as the man lunged at me knocking me against the wall and we both fell to the ground with him pinning me down I could see his fangs, my scream was silenced by the feeling of his teeth in my neck. The pain was horrible, so sharp and I could feel my life literally being sucked out of me, I was barely conscious when he pulled away. Even though my vision was blurred and even though I had to fight to stay awake, I could just barely make out the face but I wished I couldn't when I recognized it as the face of Zander.
There was recognition in his feral, bloodthirsty eyes, it quickly turned to a look of horror, "God, Ara… shit," something cool pressed against my neck and he cursed again.
I saw him back away and my vision went black, I heard a slight snapping noise, and I strained to stay awake.
"Tomus, you need to come to Chicago, I'll meet you at the airport… I hope you hadn't grown too fond of that name of yours," I could hear the heartbreak in his voice.
I didn't know what Tomus said but Zan replied with, "No… I killed," his voice broke, "I just killed Arabella Adams Tom… I killed her."
The phone snapped shut and the last thing I remember is trying to tell Zander that I wasn't dead… but no words came out of my mouth and he left me, bloody and dying on the ground without looking back, not even once. And the darkness claimed me and some part of me knew that I wouldn't be waking up again.
END
I bet you guys didn't see that one happening… I didn't either…well until five minutes into trying to write the beginning and then jumping ahead to write Ara's death scene… Hmmm, I had a bit of a writers block, I told my sis, and she told me to kill someone so I decided that who's the best person to kill… the main character. But don't be too upset with me or Zander this isn't the end of Ara. And I was just wondering in an entirely hypothetical way about who you guys want together. I mean for the hypothetical sequel.
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