The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 127

~CLARISSA~

Anya was dying in front of us. Even though I didn’t like her, it was still hard for me to watch. I never thought that Damon would be the one actually to kill her.

I thought he would never be able to do something like that.

“Anya!” Willow screams as she holds her head in her lap. “Please. No! No! No!”

Anya gently touches her cheek and gazes up at her. “Don’t c-cry.”

“You’re all that I have!” She screams. “Please don’t leave me. I beg you. Please don’t go.”

Dante drops to the ground next to her with tears in his eyes. Even Damon and Atticus seemed to be affected by seeing her like this. None of them wanted her dead despite everything she’d put them through.

Anya drags her gaze away from her sister to look at Dante. Her hands are shaking as she takes his hand in hers. “I know it’s too late to—” she coughs up blood but still tries to speak. “To apologize. I’m all that Willow has left. I know after I die, the spell I left on you will disappear also. But please, I beg of you. Please.”

“Please, what?” Dante asks her almost desperately as she continues to cough up blood. I can see the fear in his eyes. He knows that he’s losing her forever. I can’t imagine the pain that he must feel to know that he will never see her again.

“Please marry my sister.”

A dead silence follows.

a sound except her. She’s crying, begging him now to marry Willow. She’s repeating herself, over and

“Anya—”

love was never real. It was a spell. I know that. You don’t owe me anything, not after how much I’ve hurt and betrayed you. But please, I’m begging you, please marry her. She has no one. No one. She needs someone in her life. Out of

listens to Anya. I don’t care what she says; he loves her, spells or not; Dante was in love with her. How

just a child.” Dante tries to tell her. “She’s too

child. How old was

disagrees. “You’re not that much older than her. I can only go peacefully if you promise to marry her, Dante. Please. Please do it for me. I’m

this. Willow wasn’t even getting the chance to grieve for her

desperately. Dante didn’t want to marry her, I could tell. Why would

be f****d to accept her. Let her join the Academy with you. Please, marry her, Dante. It’s

looks at Willow, crying for her sister, and I watch the moment he decides

He whispers. “I promise to

heart. Maybe it’s because I

on her. She doesn’t deserve to die in peace, but

those words left his mouth, Anya’s eyes slowly closed, and she breathed her last breath before us

echoed around us. You could hear the grief in her cries. I couldn’t imagine her pain. That was her sister. Her sister. No matter how bad of a person Anya was, she

need to get back,” Atticus says as he

right. We couldn’t stay

into his arms and walks with her to the jeep. Willow runs

look at Damon. I was scared to see him grieving for her as well. He was the one that had killed her. I knew he would feel guilty for the

was only protecting me. Like

incredibly sad one. No one could form any words.