Forbidden (Fallen 2)

“I can’t believe he’s dead,” I said suddenly, hiding my face against his shirt so he wouldn’t see my tears. Sometimes, it would just hit me all of a sudden that Isaac was dead and I would just lose it. It didn’t seem fair that he had died. But I guessed they had the saying, life isn’t fair, for a reason.

I felt his fingers run through my hair. “I tried to stop her. I really did. I know what he meant to you. He was your friend,” said Jonathon sadly. I knew he truly did regret that he couldn’t save Isaac and it made me love him even more.

“I thought he was finally going to accept our relationship and realize that we were just friends and that’s what always would be. But I guess fate had other plans,” I sighed.

“Fate,” mused Jonathon, “ruins a lot.”

“I didn’t even get to go to his funeral,” I said.

“Well, if it makes you feel better, you wouldn’t have been able to. The Coven holds a ceremony for their dead and with all that they lost I imagine it was very elaborate and only Coven members are allowed to attend. They only honor the ones that die in a battle or fight against a vampire with a ceremony. It doesn’t happen often so it was probably quite the thing,” he said.

“You’re not making me feel better. You know that right?” I asked.

He chuckled, “Sorry, I’ll have to try harder. Why don’t we go to his grave?”

“Now? Are you sure that’s a good idea? You’re still weak,” I said and my hands fluttered over his body.

“I’ll be fine and maybe we can stop and get something to eat,” he grinned.

“Jonathon! Stop thinking about your stomach,” I laughed.

“I haven’t eaten real human food in seven hundred years and the food when I was alive was nothing like this. So if all I want to think about is food that’s what I’m going to think about,” he smirked.

“Whatever,” I said and helped him to stand. He picked up his crutches and started to hobble feebly. I laughed. “Are you sure you don’t need a cane or a walker old man?”

He laughed and swatted at me with one of his crutches. “You’re mean. This is a whole lot cooler than some walker.”

“I don’t know. I think you could pull off the walker,” I said with a laugh while assessing him.

“So, now injured men with a walker turn you on?” he joked.

I laughed, “No, but you might.”

“Well, while we’re out let’s stop and get one,” he said.

“Oh, I’ll be sure and do that. Um… How are you going to get down the steps to the driveway?” I asked.

“You mean you’re not going to carry me?” he said smiling.

“I think you might be a bit heavy,” I said.

He sighed, “You’re right. I’ll just hobble along. It’s not like I have a broken leg. I’m just weak is all. I’ll be fine, you go get the car.”

“Okay,” I said.

I got my car and pulled it around front. Jonathon was about halfway down the steps. I got out of the car to go and help him. I jogged up to meet him. I saw that he was beaded with sweat and his muscles were strained.

“This was a bad idea. Just go back to the house. I can do this another time,” I said trying to turn him around and guide him back inside.

“No-I’ll-be-fine,” he huffed.

“You’re going to strain yourself. Come on I’ll help you back to the house,” I said sternly.

“Kylie,” he snapped, “I can do this.”

“Fine,” I said stepping away. “Go be macho.” I left him and got back in the car. After about five minutes he finally climbed in the car. “About time.” I said angrily. He was breathing heavy now.

He raised his eyebrows. “Are we having a fight? This is a first.”