Who: Connor and Dru What: complicating the Aurelian family tree even more When: tonight Where: by the lake Warnings: character death
Living in a place like Everett made it easy to forget not all survivors of the apocalypse were okay with non humans. It wasn't like Connor typically begrudged people their prejudice. Even though it felt like a lifetime or three ago, it really wasn't that long ago that Connor had hated anything or anyone not human too. Time and circumstance had changed him, but that wasn't always the case with others. In Everett they had come to work with their enemies and other races and species to overcome common enemies. People were out as what they were, and Connor had stopped trying to pass for human.
It had been a harsh reality check the day that the demonic anti violence spell had spanked him in is father's hotel. Of course he should have known he wasn't human. His parents were vampires. He moved like them. He had the enhanced senses, speed and strength. He just didn't possess their sun allergy or need to feed on blood to survive. Connor utilized his abilities to try and save others. He didn't hesitate or hold back when he would leap in to save someone.
It never occurred to him that would be why he would die. Never in a million years would he think that merely because he moved faster than a human and exhibited a skill set that humans didn't possess that he would be shot in the back with the business end of a shot gun by the husband of a woman he saved from zombies.
Connor never saw it coming. He was finishing off the last zombie when the shot rang out and the sharp pain exploded through his back and out through his stomach. He hit his knees as the woman screamed in horror. He'd saved her, and now he had to be dead. Her husband kept insisting he was a monster who was only trying to save them for himself. He dragged his screaming wife away from Connor who was bleeding out by the lake.
The pain was fierce and he knew he was dying. He knew because he saw her. She hadn't come through the veil like the other ghosts, but she was there now. As beautiful as always. Jessica.
Connor tried to reach for her, but someone else took his hand. As he made out the woman beside him, fear seized him. His heart was already beginning to slow. She couldn't come now. She wouldn't do what he feared most, right?
"D..Dru." His sister's name caught in his throat as he began to cough up blood. He was dying, it would be over soon. He was already shivering. With the cold came death. "Tell them I'm sorry."
There was more he wanted to say, but his body began to convulse. There would be no second chance this time.