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lyrics: Everybody said it would hurt in the end Hurt in the end, but I feel nothin' She said that she'll pray for me I said, It's too late for me 'Cause I think it's safe to say This ain't ordinary life
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Feb 15 2018, 09:56 PM
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Edmund had always grown up with the notion that sea air was healing. It was something natural to him to take to the coast when someone was sick. Or, at the very least, an instinct he had never had a chance to follow until now; his father had never been the traveling sort and there was less to be said for his idea of caring for the sick. Even so, this was less about healing the sick, and more about the ending of life as they knew it. He'd assured her now that they were married they were just going to go away and spend some time together where they could forget everything, but that wasn't the whole plan, and Edmund had yet to be sure how to explain this to her. He didn't even know if she would agree to it, after all, he could kill her in the process, and whilst she might be dying anyway he knew it was different at his hand. <p>
The cottage was beautiful, the coast just outside, the sound of the sea he hoped soothing and sweet. He wanted to give them some time, he supposed, he couldn't help his delay in telling her, but he knew she would soon want to be around doctors and her family, and their child, and so finally he sat at her side, an all too serious expression on his face. His hand found hers naturally, stroking it with his thumb he found himself losing the words he had rehearsed so much over the last few weeks. Finally, he was sure she knew something was different and he looked over at her properly.<p>
<b>"I have an idea, and now would be the time to do it, but it might... end badly,"</b> He pressed his lips together, wishing there wasn't so much risk, especially with her illness, if she didn't take to the process he was simply just euthanizing her. If it worked, though, he would have her forever. He had paused for too long, he realised, forcing himself to say it before he backed out on himself. <b>"I think I should turn you."</b>

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Edmund's plans were not his favourite plans, he would admit. Bella had been born, she was healthy and safe, and Edmund knew that she only had a limited time left with her mother, or, perhaps not, if everything went to plan. There was still that risk though, the one Edmund knew they were taking, he could lose Ariana in a second if everything went wrong, and he wanted to be sure that if it did he'd done everything in his power to make her happy. A part of him felt like he had no choice anymore, putting it off was harder on both of them, and watching Ariana waste away with her illness was doing neither of them any good. He wanted her to believe she was still the same vibrant, ridiculous woman he'd known when he first met her, but the truth was she was pale and weak, and hurting. He never once wanted to treat her any differently, though, he loved her and he wanted her to know it, for once his own hang ups when it came to emotions meant nothing. <p>
He'd left her to sleep for a little while, watching Arabella, only not taking her to Ariana's sister's to give her a chance to see her before he did anything. Once Bella was asleep too, though, he finally went to wake Ariana up from her sleep. Gently he knelt down by her bedside and stroked back her hair. <b>"Hey, wake up,"</b> He said softly, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. <b>"I have something I want to do."</b> Of course, she needed to be awake for it, but he also wanted her to agree to it before they left - well, at least the first part of it, he didn't know when he was going to explain the second part to her but he wanted to make her happy before she had to be serious. He hoped she'd say yes, of course, but a part of him didn't think she'd want to say no, as far as she knew these were her last days and he wanted to make them as special as he could for her.

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Edmund figured… well he didn’t know what he figured. It was Valentine’s Day? No. He figured she’d be out with her fiancée, and he knew there was nothing he could do – not even he an immortal being could just walk up to a future member of the royal family and punch them – but he could at least make sure she was okay. He hated that there was nothing he could do, a part of him knew that his protectiveness wasn’t a natural instinct, but he couldn’t just watch her be abused like that, it wasn’t right. He thought, at the very least, if he went to the hotel he could check up on her, and that would be that, she would be alright he wouldn’t worry and he could go back to his book as planned. It sounded like the sort of plan that couldn’t really go wrong, he’d be back home before sunrise and everything would be alright. His usual route to the hotel passed right by her window, mostly to check if she was there or not, but lights off in the room suggested otherwise, and the empty balcony was his first clue that something was wrong. Speeding up a little, not sure why this worried him but knowing he was worried nonetheless he headed forwards towards the entrance, only stopping as several cars started to pull away. His breathing stopped, he recognised the flags adorning the cars, he could see from there the outline of her. She was going somewhere, and there was a lot of fanfare to get her there. <p>
Immediately he surged forwards towards an innocent looking bellhop, demanding to know where she was going, to know why those cars were leaving. The scared boy told him enough to gather she had checked out of the hotel for good. She was leaving. Realising what this meant, Edmund started to move quickly, half not realising what he was doing until he was sat in the back of a taxi having offered to pay the driver triple if they stepped on it. It was a bit of a gamble as to which of the main airports they would go, but Edmund made an educated guess, and waited impatiently as the car sped across London, wondering half the time if he could have gone faster himself, but no, that was a ridiculous idea. He knew if she was going home that meant the worst, it meant she was going to be back under his control, it meant she was going to marry him soon, and it meant… well, it meant he would never see her again. An inexplicable tightness in his chest told him he enjoyed none of these ideas. <p>
The taxi had barely stopped when Edmund dived out of it, throwing money at the driver and bolting into the departures part of the airport. The screen told him nothing, she was probably on a private plane, and he doubted it would hang around waiting for him. He did what he had to do to get into the main part of the airport, bolting through it in a desperate attempt to find her. He had never run so much in his life, let alone looked so undignified doing so, but he knew he couldn’t let her go. <p>
Suddenly, a flash of blonde, men in suits just barely blocking her, but he knew it had to be her. He ran, knowing if they went into a private lounge or started to board it would all be over. Desperately, knowing he had no choice, he took in a breath, his usually low voice ringing out loudly across the dozens of people between them. <b>”Ariana,”</b> he shouted, well aware her security weren’t going to appreciate it, but advancing nonetheless, knowing this was his only chance to stop her.

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Edmund would maintain that he had not been the one who got them kicked out. He was an innocent bystander who had somehow found himself babysitting this strange blonde woman for now the third time. Not only that, she was on the floor. He didn't know what to do with women at the best of times, but a woman who drunkenly refused to get off the floor? It was completely lost on him. Edmund had really only entered the bar to pass the time, he didn't really have much to do with his evening, and he wanted to be close enough to people to know what was going on in London, just not close enough to interact. That was why he had planned to find a bar listen for a while, and read until he was exhausted enough by the mere presence of people. One thing had lead him to another, and now he was somehow in charge, and accountable for, a very drunk blonde. As a rule this was the sort of situation he specifically avoided getting himself into.<p>
He didn't really know he had bumped into the same girl now three separate times, completely unintentionally, nor did he know how every single time she seemed to be in some sort of trouble. He absolutely was sure she saved her trouble-making until he was going to be around, because this seemed very much like a terrible coincidence. <b>"Come on now,"</b> Edmund ordered, folding his arms and regarding the girl on the ground with mild impatience. <b>"Some of us have better things to do than watch you,"</b> He added, pausing lightly to decide that he absolutely had no patience for this, but he also had too much of his weird brand of honour to just leave her there. <p>
<b>"Fine then,"</b> he sighed, sure that if she wasn't going to be move, and was going to act like a child, he would have to employ the sort of techniques used on a child. <b>"I'm going now, if you want to stay there that's not my problem,"</b> his gruff tone at least making him sound serious enough as he stepped away, making as though he was genuinely going to just abandon her like the rude man he was.

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Edmund had been avoiding the Bree Louise, he didn't really want to present himself at the feet of the Shadowy Figure, and see what happened, but frankly, he had been in London long enough since he'd gotten out of prison and it hadn't happened as of yet. Still, he decided eventually that his presence was probably obvious in the coven now he had returned to London, and eventually he was going to have to go there and see what happened - most likely, nothing. He wasn't going to provoke anything, he was just casually revisiting the head quarters of the people who let his brother die, and announcing that he was there to stay. He walked in, glancing around to note the mostly minimal differences in the pub - vampires didn't like change, he supposed, and then checked that no one was going to recognise or approach him. There was always a chance someone would mistake him for his brother, but he could live with that.<p>
Deciding the best place to sit was away from everyone else he headed towards the empty bar, his grouchy expression doing the rest of the work to avoid anyone deciding it was alright to approach him. He really was not there to talk, at best he planned to stay long enough for one drink, and then he would leave until eventually he was....summoned, no doubt. Shadowy figures always let you know some way or another if they wished you to grace them with your presence. He raised an eyebrow at the girl behind the bar realizing he knew her and gave her the barest of nods. <b>"Whiskey will do,"</b> he informed her, sure she'd get the message that, no, he wasn't going to be more sociable than he ever was, and he was here to burn his throat with a drink that wouldn't even get him drunk - truly not a hobby Edmund planned to take up on a regular basis.

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