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I rush over and hold Charlette. I gently take the syringe out of her neck. Then take the other syringe and poke it into her neck.
Claire, if you kill Charlette, tears popped at the thought.
I heard the sickening sound of Charlette's heart stopping. I laid her on the ground gently and rushed out, tears flowing down my face.
"Claire!" I yelled, anger ringing in my voice. She appears before me, with a smile that fades when she sees my face.
I grasp the collar of her shirt and slam her backwards into a tree.
"Help. Her!" I growl dangerously.

(And no, Charlette didn't die. Her heart is just too quiet for Will to hear. But I wanted Claire to get hurt.)

I watched helplessly as Claire worked with Charlette, massaging her hands and shaking out limbs.
"You'll have to keep her still when her body seizures, and when it's not, you need to massage her hands and keep her body untensed, other wise she could break a bone or two," Claire told me. I nodded.

My breath is stollen from my lungs and chest as Charlette changes into a wolf. She was simply breath taking, even more so from before. Her coat was a silvery color, much like moonlight, her eyes a glowing gold.
Claire was right, and she helped us.
Maybe she wasn't sucha b***h after all.
"I'm leaving before I get sick," Claire growled dangerously, warning us to not touch or even speak to her.
I take back what I said about her not being a b***h.

Pain thrums in my chest and I almost yell at Charlette to hurry up and answer.
She looks me in the eyes shakily and says, "I do have feelings for you, but not as strong as I do for William."
I nod and take a few steps away from her, my steps slightly shaky and unstable.
Damn Claire. Blaming me for her failures. She let William slip away, and yet she had to take me away, I think to myself.
Charlette stands up, noticing my unstableness.
"Christopher?" She whispers.
I reach out and stroke her cheek with a fingertip, watching with fascination as my fingertips crumble to ash.
She clutches my hand and the whole thing falls through her hands.
"What's happening to you?" She cries, watching the ash fall to the floor.
"I'm dying," I say, choking on the last word. I shrug off my shirt and look down at my chest, seeing the once pale-white skin now a sickly grey.

I lean back against the wall and stare at Claire, my breathing coming more ragged as more and more of my body starts to die.
"You'll get what's coming to you, sister dearest," I tell her, disappearing from the room and going to Charlette. I fall to my knees a few feet from her, my still-good hand keeping me up.
"I didn't do anything to her, William," I pant.
"Woah, man," William whispers, taking in my condition.
With an effort, I get to my feet, watching disdainfully as the same arm that had no hand falls to the floor, bursting into shattered ashes.
"This is what happens when a vampire is stabbed with Emerald," I explain.
"Wait, you mean, like the gem?" William asks, going over to Charlette and helping her onto the couch.
"Yes. It's a painful and cruel way to kill a vampire," I say, wincing as one of my lungs' shuts down.
"She did this to you? Why?" Charlette asks, her words coated with fallen tears. My heart softens.
"Because you're my Beloved, and you have William," I tell her.
"Christopher," she whispers, not able to finish her sentence, another round of sobs racking her body.
William stands her up and pushes her forward gently, knowing I had things to say to her.
"William, make sure you take good care of her, ok? I'll be back in another 20 years," I tell him over Charlette's shoulder. I flinch as I feel Charlette run a few fingers over my chest. I look down at her.
"Charlette, I know you don't have the feelings toward me as you do William, but I just want you to know that there has never been anyone else, other then you," I whisper to her, so only she can hear. I kiss her cheek gently then turn away from her and walk outside. I look up at the sky and sigh, rain falling from darkened clouds, as though greeting my departure.
I scream in anger, and pain, the last thing I see before dying is the first rain drop falling toward my cheek.

I raise an eyebrow.
"Christopher dies, and you want to get married tomorrow?" I ask.
"Um, yes? It'll piss Claire off," she answers.
I laugh and run a hand through my hair.
"Sure, I guess. There's no one I want to be there, do you?"
"Not really."
"Then we'll get someone to ellope(sp) us," I tell her, smirking.
"Las Vegas!"

"So, when should we leave?" I asked her quietly.
But Claire had different plans. The door smashed open and Claire strode in, heels clicking against the floor. She looked down at the ashes on the floor and kicked some, her lips curving in disgust.
"What do you want Claire?" I asked, no emotion in my voice or face. I felt Charlette shift in my arms and felt her gaze on my face. I shifted Charlette so that she was behind me, and I was facing Claire alone.
A cruel and cold smile slipped onto Claire's face.
"I help your girlfriend get her wolf back, and you greet me like that? Tsk-tsk, William dear." She shok her head in mock disappointment.
"Well, you kill Christopher, so I have no...good feelings toward you," I told her, my body tensing reflexively.
"I thought you didn't like Christopher?" Claire asked, tilting her head to the side.
"Charlette cared for him, and you've killed him. You've hurt Charlette too, with this murder of yours," I snarled.
"Oh, I would never intentionally hurt your Charlette," she mocked.
I snorted.