31. Questions

EVANGELINE.

“Please don’t!” I scream, tumbling backwards. Something hits the back of my leg making me buckle and I fall onto the enormous bed. I grab onto the deep purple curtains that hung from the canopy of the four-poster bed, the fabric burning my hands as it sears through my grasp as he pushes me flat onto my back.

His eyes are glowing red, and his fangs are out as he grabs me by my throat. His dreadlocks frame his face as he looks at me with emotions that I can’t focus on. For a second, it turns too dark and hazy to see anything.

What…

Then I feel it; the blade plunging into my chest.

I cry out as pain tears through me, only for him to pull the blade free, agony making it harder to breathe. He doesn’t stop stabbing it into my stomach. I cry out. “Stop! Stop this! Stop!” I shriek, choking in pain as tears burn my eyes.

“Too late.” He snarls,

“No!” The power in my voice is unrecognisable. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed like that… I feel the terrifying blistering rage and h