Courfeyrac: Troubles With Vampires
(I'm following Jace's example and blaming this completely on her ;). And you may also want to see this and this)
Seeing your friend turned to dust in front of your eyes isn't something you see every day. Actually, it isn't something you ever want to see. But there Enjolras was. That girl thrust a stake in his heart and he just turned to a pile of dust on the floor.
That girl. She killed him. Whoever the hell she was, wherever the hell she came from. 'Course, she tells me that he was already dead. That all she killed was the demon in his body. And, well, it sure wasn't the Enjolras I knew when I saw him. He was mad, possessed, something.
He was a vampire.
And Adrienne. God, poor Adrienne. They were torturing her, Enjolras and Jeannette. Yes, Combeferre's Jeannette. They would have killed her if she hadn't gotten away, or if that girl, that vampire slayer, hadn't shown up. They would have bitten he neck and all that...like something out of a bad horror story.
But it can't be real. I keep expecting to wake up from this bad dream and for things to go back to how they were. For Enjolras to show up again as his old self, for Combeferre to stop looking for Jeannette (I haven't got the heart to tell him what I saw), for that look of terror that has stayed in Adrienne's eyes to go away. Vampires don't exist. Vampire slayers don't exist. But I don't wake up and it all keeps being real.
So what do we do now?