John Gilbert Vampire Diaries Death 소설 & 이야기

I hoped that they were safe and sound. I turned around to look at my mate. He still had the stain of blood on his temple. I noticed the way he kept downing glasses of water. He was anxious. I knew that his anxiety had to do with his blood thirst. I walked out of the room and when I returned, I was holding a small damp towel. Vincent didn't look away from the screen of his monitor as I wiped off the blood stain on his temple. I considered resuming the conversation Killian had interrupted. Neither of us was willing to talk about what had happened with Killian. Infact, there was a part of me that refused to believe that Killian was indeed dead. He was a demon-werewolf hybrid. There was a chance

kind of situation. I could always tell when Brad was near or about to do something stupid – a feeling of dread would come over me, and a slimy, malicious sensation would crawl across my skin, leaving me with a sick, churning in my gut. What I felt when the vampire was near was nothing like that. I didn’t know why, but I didn’t feel anything evil from him; I didn’t get the sense that he wanted to hurt me. No, this feeling definitely wasn’t Brad.

She began, but Julian held a finger to his lips. "I was never here, okay." He muttered and just as quickly as he'd arrived, he was gone. Her eyebrows pulled together in a frown but she turned her attention back to the struggling vampire and without hesitating, she kicked him in the face and removed the stake before plunging it through his chest again, this time hitting her target. She stepped back, expecting him to writhe before bursting into ashes, but was left confused when instead, he wrapped his fingers around the sharpened wood and yanked it out of his chest. He remained on his knees with his gaze cast downwards, making it impossible for her to read his expression. She could only assume

He was Director Oliver Wilson of the Preston Hospital — her grandfather's first disciple, who was still working at the hospital. Gilbert held his hand tightly. "You are Director Oliver Wilson, right?" The man nodded. "Yes, I am. How did Dorothy die?" Gilbert looked sorrowful. "I don't know how she died, but over the years, my father and my sister died because of Sophia. My mother took care of her during this time. I suspect Sophia killed my mother somehow!" Sophia knelt on the ground, staring at him with a cold and solemn face, "I'm not going to argue with you now because I don't want you to disrupt grandmother's funeral. Gilbert, your reckoning will come after the funeral."

I blurted out to Gilbert who was still in shock as much as the others in the ward as they looked at each other in confusion. "Now I get it." I suddenly understood Gilbert's words when he spoke and also his sudden actions to save Liddell. It has also seemed to clear up my previous doubts. I was still standing at the front of Gilbert when I decided to ask him a question. "Are you and Mara responsible for the death of the previous Alpha?" Gilbert was placed in shock as he suddenly widened his eyes. I looked at his sudden expression of guilt and wanted to ask more. "You have something to say, don't you?" His expressions and body language sold him out.

I said, "Colt, why don't we go inside? I'll cook you some breakfast..." His face darkened and said, "I don't want to eat anything. Tell me what happened to Jack." "You might want to sit down..." I said. He interrupted me and said, "Tell me what happened to..." "He's dead," Darren cut him short, "He was killed by the vampire. When we found him, he had already passed away. We buried him in the yard. If you want, you can come inside and take a look at his grave..." Darren didn't finish his speech before Colt fainted on the ground.

However, before Leonardo could walk away in search of AB negative blood type for his patient, he heard a weak voice behind him: “I’m AB negative.” The two men turned their necks toward Gilbert, who shrank backwards immediately. When he hit the wall, he said firmly, “I am a healthy person. Just test my blood. I can save my father’s life.” He wasn’t taking no for an answer, and the two men could tell. “Fine. Come with me.” In the next few minutes, Gilbert’s blood was drawn and texted, only for the nurse to return and gleefully lead him toward where he could lie down to have his blood drawn.

No body, no messages, no closure. "I'm a . . ." Type began before letting his fangs fall. "I'm a vampire, now sister and I mate with Man and Boss." Vampires Queen, Jonathan had called him. Allena stepped around Jonathan and tried to move towards Type but a feral growl from Man and boss had him pausing. "Why don't you contact me you know I try to find you everywhere, how this all happen " she said, trying to understand. Type shook his head. "I don't know what happened. I was turned, but left to die . . . I don't know why I didn't die . . . only that Gen found me soon after."

Gideon rushed back, face ashen. "My Lord!" he gasped, struggling to catch his breath. "There's been an attack on the northern border! Serena... she took a car to leave coven territory. A group of hunters ambushed the vehicle at the crossing point." His next words fell like stones: "The patrol found the wreckage. No survivors. The hunters..." he swallowed hard, "they left nothing to find." The ceremony fell silent. The joy drained from Damien's face so quickly it was as if someone had pulled a plug, leaving him a shade of white more terrifying than any vampire's pallor.

"Even sleeping with her best friend and having a child behind her back. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, letting her crash and burn. Literally. Wow... I'm very much impressed." Victor’s face hardened, but he didn’t speak. Gilbert chuckled darkly. "How inhumane can you be, Victor? Really… I'm indeed impressed. Men like you are rare. I'm sure you could kill with a smile on your face." Victor clenched his jaw. "Did you call just to provoke me?" "Not really," Gilbert replied. "I called to ask you something simple. Aren’t you even a little curious… if this Lyriel is truly dead or alive?"