Bvlgari Earring

Jean and Gilbert came to the door of Alexa’s bedroom holding their breath as they approached it steps from walls in which evil stuck inches away from her ribcages. The door opened, and it was possible to see the bed with its blanket soaked in dark crimson stains.

"Blood..." Jean said.

Jean’s instinct yelled at him to run across the room and pull a bloody blanket, trying to see what sort of horror was hiding underneath it. But Gilbert held his arm tightly out of fear.

“Tell me if all is well with her in this,” sobbed Gilbert, his voice a whimper of breath through the constriction that blocked him. His face had become ashen and colorless; it looked like blood was draining out of him like he was sucked dry by vampire-like fear for Alexa’s safety. Her death will hurt him the most than he even couldn’t look.

"I... I had never seen someone so vulnerable like this. He is usually excited to see blood. Well, he loved to see blood, but not the blood of someone so dear to him." Jean thought befo