Choices

Blake sat alone in the park, the cold night air not bothering him. His injuries hurt like hell, his stomach cried out louder than the crickets. But that was not his concern.

He didn't know how far he had gone. Or where he had gone. He had just kept walking. Walking to nowhere in particular. He had hoped that it would have eased the pain, but the more he tried to move away, the more he was reminded of the life he had taken

I hate you.

He looked up at the night sky, the dark night sky. Was there anything he could not have done? Was there anything he could have done? Had he missed something? Or was he just lacking in his abilities. He wanted to find out badly the answers to these questions, but truly, he wanted to not know the answers. Deep down, he already knew what he needed to know. He had known ever since he sensed the half-breed on the day they went on that outdoor training session.

The phone in his pocket rang. It couldn't be Martha or Kyler or any of his teammates for that matter. He hadn't giving them his number yet. Was it his uncle? Most likely. He picked it up and sighed deeply, his stomach turning. It was his dad, Klaus Alderwolf.

He must have found out already. He'd have to answer, but then he wasn't in the mood for a pep talk or anything like that. Hesitantly, he picked the call.

"D...dad?"

"You know, I thought I was quite clear when I said no, wasn't I?"

"I know, I know." Blake responded, rolling his eyes.

"And to top it all up, you lied to Keith and your grandmother telling them you were going to live at your aunts place."

"I know, dad."

There was an awkward silence for a full minute. Was he busy? Was he off killing daemon. It was hard to tell. Even he couldn't predict his own father's mindset.

"You sound pissed." He finally said.

The phrase took Blake by surprise. "I'm...I'm fine."

"No. You're not." Klaus said, "You already know that I know. Spill it out."

Blake sighed. Of course he'd know. His blood was in his veins after all. He sighed deeply before hesitantly saying what he had wanted of his mind.

"I...I killed someone."

"So...basically, an inquisitor was turned into a half-breed and you tried to revert, but you failed, so you had no choice but to kill her."

"Y...yeah."

Klaus sighed. "Wasn't your fault, kid."

"Doesn't feel like it. I wanted to save her, i was so sure that I could but..."

"But..."

Blake sighed, saying nothing.

"You knew that you couldn't. Or rather, that they didn't want that." Klaus said.

"But I could have saved them, dad."

"And made them spend the rest of their lives as living monsters? Yeah, some would still want that. You only live once."

"But she didn't want that. Why? I thought living mattered more than anything?"

"It does. It always has mattered. But Rebecca was different. Like most people, she despised daemon. Probably the very thought of spending the rest of her life as one disgusted her and that's why she refused to be saved."

"She could have been with her sister."

"True, no arguing with that logic. However, it would have been a weight to Sarah as well. Already I'm guessing that this whole affair was caused by the Shield. I doubt that they'd allow a half-breed to wander free. She could have done it for the sake of her sister."

"I still don't get it."

"You aren't to, Blake. That's what love is about. You're cannot understand its complexities. More importantly, what are you going to do now?"

"Me? What do you mean?" Blake asked.

"Now that you've been through something like this, what are you going to do? Will you stay or would you leave?"

Blake remained silent, hesitant to answer. Klaus continued. "Although this instance is an irregularity in our job, a lot more difficult choices are going to sprout up just like this one. Sometimes they could even involve the lives of thousands. Are you sure that a kid like you could handle it?"

Blake still remained silent. Could he indeed. He hadn't given it much thought but if more decisions involving the lives of others came up, would he be able to handle them? Or would he mess up? An interference from the other end of the phone made Blake pull the phone away from his ear.

"Sorry, a bit busy where I am. I have to go. Stay safe kid."

"O...Okay. Bye."

The call ended, leaving Blake alone again, a question to ponder on. Making difficult choices was a thing he tried to avoid, and now to think it would catch up to him here.

"Well, look who it is!" A voice exclaimed. Blake rolled his eyes. Of all people to show up, why him? Blake turned around, facing the speaker

"What do you want, Spen?"

Spen grinned, "We've got some unfinished business, you know."