Winchester (11)

Year 1853

“Oh, I almost kissed you and gave mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Thank goodness you're awake,” Xander sighed. His hands cleaned the remnants of dirt stuck to her hair.

Thea was still panting heavily.

She played in the water and almost drowned in the bath, but what she felt this time was a hundred times more painful. She felt her nose sore and her head hurt. Her chest tightened a little and her stomach constricted. 

Thea grabbed Xander's shirt and coughed.

"Can you get me out of here, Xander?" She asked.

Xander's eyes widened.

A second later he smiled bitterly.

"If you get out of here, where will you go?"

"I don't know. Anywhere is fine. As long as it's not here. I'm afraid I'll lose control and avenge them."

After a few times she had experienced this, her fearful ethereal soul had disappeared. All she could do now was endure it. But how long will she last? Which one will come fir