The Ice Princess
We made sure of it.
The darkling patrols the room and disappears into the bathroom. Noises from objects falling cover my slow and silent crawling as I surge from under the bed, ice sword in hand. Positioning myself behind the bathroom noise, I turn the flashlight back on. The being ahead is Caroline, but not the Caroline I know. Dark, pulsing veins framed her face and neck as her head twitched involuntarily. A white fog covered her beautiful hazel pupils while her clothes, hands, and mouth were stained with blood, giving her unsettling zombie features. She charges me out of shock, crashing us to the floor. We wrestle before I manage to push her off me and run. The thought of harming her make
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