Apr 28, 2005 15:08
He's dead. Julian Covault is dead and he wasn't tortured or left begging for mercy. He just died because he tried to hurt Eva and Cristoff ended it, as he should have. I can't help but wish my father had suffered even a little of what he did to us, his children, but I am relieved he is finally gone. No longer an obstacle or a nuisance to the rest of our family. I think it's best that it wasn't Eva, Ev or myself who killed him. I'm not certain that Col would have been able to live with one of his siblings killing his father.
I should speak with my brother soon, but I've spent the last few days avoiding everyone. With the new office now open in Sunnydale, it has been easy to lose myself in work and pretend that my personal life is fine. I said my goodbye's to Darla and Lindsey and made arrangements to visit with them in their new location once things were settled here and Lindsey caught a break from his new office. Keira has joined me in Sunnydale and we're staying with Eva and Cristoff while we search for a home of our home.
Col and Isabella have decided to stay on as well and are currently looking for their own home. I can't help but wonder how this town will take all four Covault siblings, our lovers, and our Grandmere for we didn't play fair and all four of us begged her to at least consider a summer home here.
Mostly I've been contemplating how much like Julian I really am. Out of all of us, I am the one who is most like my father and perhaps that shouldn't trouble me considering I chose to be a vampire, but the idea that as a mortal he was more of a monster than I could ever dream to be, unsettles me. I can't help but wonder when my brother and sisters will realize what I already know. Julian Covault lives on in me.