Epilogue
Abigail didn't know how long she had cried, how long she had lain in the very bed Mikhail had made love to her.
The sun rose and the sun set, but to her there was no sense of time. She may have stayed locked in this room for all eternity and she wouldn't have known.
Her heart couldn't tell the time, her brain had shut down. Her throat was raw from the screaming as servants who had the best intentions strapped her to the bed and fed her.
Why didn't Mikhail share his blood with her, why hadn't he sewn their souls together?
That way they would have died together, she would endure hell for him. But no Mikhail was in heaven smiling down on her, she had to believe it.
A soft knock sounded on the door. Abigail didn't even bother to tell them to go away. Darius and Misha entered the room dragging the curtains open.
The light at first blinded her eyes, it hurt to open them. Yet when she did she wanted them to be blinded again, everywhere she looked was Mikhail, from the shirt that hung from the armoire, a pair of jeans on the love seat. His comb, wash cloth, his scent clung to every item in the room and the tears she thought she had shed came back with a shocking clarity.
Mikhail the one person she had loved, would always love was gone forever.
...
Misha watched as Abigail's face crumpled, she pulled the covers over her head and began to weep anew, she had to finish this now.
"Abigail get up this instant!" She hissed dragging the covers from the gaunt woman.
Abigail whimpered as Darius pulled her from the bed and faced her towards the mirror.
At first Abigail turned her head away, and only until Misha forced her face to look upon herself did she see.
Abigail gasped as she saw the haggard woman before her, she eyes were sunken and her skin stretched over her skull. Grey strands shone brightly against the black of her hair, making her look twice her age.
However what surprised her the most was the distension of her stomach. Was that what those flutters were? The kicking of her child?
"You see now why we had to force you to eat? Abigail you have locked yourself away for almost six months, can you not see that you were not meant to die, but to live and love the one thing left of Mikhail?"
Abigail listened to Darius, wrapping her arms around her belly protecting Mikhail's child from harm. She would eat and care for herself, for this child was Mikhail's. No one would take anything that belonged to him from her, she would fight the very devil to save it.
...
Alaric watched in amusement as his grandson paced the room. It was a nice surprise to find him laying upon his living room floor some six months ago and although he hurt for the life taken from his grandson, at least he had an opponent for 'Need for Speed: Underground'.
"Don't smile old man." Mikhail snarled which was not very intimidating as he was a non corporal entity.
Alaric told him as much and was rewarded by a psychic blast, which did not affect him as he was a ghost. Instead the ball of heat hit the opposite wall.
"Careful there Mikhail, you're a ghost not a rock star, touch my plasma TV and I'll kill you...again." Mikhail scowled then slumped to the floor.
Was there really no hope for him? How could his grandmother be so cruel as to deny him life? Mikhail like everyone else had been under the assumption that his grandfather was head honcho, turned out that it was his grandmother all along.
He smiled remembering her words.
"Who would worship a woman?" It was true and he knew it, but as a woman should she not feel compassion?
As her grandson she could make an exception, as a man who was in love...his grandfather was laughing at him again. Mikhail wanted very much to sink his fist into Alaric's face, but at the end of the day Alaric was his grandfather.
"I can hear your thoughts my boy loud and clear. You are right of course, what is the point of being a god if you can't even help your grandson out."
Alaric swept his blonde hair from his face then flew upwards disappearing through the ceiling, Mikhail hot on his heels.
...
Mikhail wasn't sure how long they searched, days, weeks, months but the search was endless, books were scattered across the table, papers spread everywhere.
"Aha I have it!" Alaric flipped open the book and explained the ancient language to Mikhail.
"That was all I had to do, we wasted all that time when this was all I had to do."
Mikhail swore, taking to the skies as he searched for the one thing that would bring him back.
"You are welcome, you ungrateful clout." Alaric muttered, suddenly there was a pressure behind him and he felt Mikhail's loving hug.
"Thank you grandpa." Mikhail whispered before taking to the skies once more.
"What did I tell you about calling me grandpa!" He yelled smiling anyway, hoping Mikhail found the happiness he had lost.
...
Abigail cried out one more time before she felt the pressure leave her, she heard the baby crying out loudly, and held out her hands, her child would never cry for long, she would always be there.
