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However, in moderation, this could mean she had the potential to do a lot of good too. Of course, this also meant Dannie had to do some kind of test. She would, of course, avoid all the darker stuff. She saw no good reason to rip out someone’s soul. Dannie stood when she saw the fountain. Walking over to it, Dannie sat on the edge of the pool. She watched the water trickle down from four tiered levels and ran her fingers through the water at the base. Dannie took a breath and thought of cooling the water even more than it was. The base of her skull sparked with a flash of pain that streaked through her and into her arm then hand.

"I'm good with it. You're my brother. Just remember that I'm gonna be paying Hannah back the first chance I get." Danny laughed. "Good," he said. "She's gonna love it," he said, grinning. Sally was still on another plane of existence, her back arched almost painfully and her eyes glazed over and not focusing on anything. "She's going to be like that for a little bit," Dane said. "You can pretty much do whatever you want to her right now though," he said. "Go and fuck her mouth, fuck her ass," he said. "She's very agreeable to anything. It's odd. She says she remembers everything afterward, but it's like, all she wants to do is say yes to whatever is happening around her after she cums that h

He shuddered at the thought of the vampires, he had refused to believe that vampires still existed until he had seen Dracaryx and the others. The door to the room opened and Dracaryx walked in. Dante immediately went on his knees. Dracaryx walked up to him and patted his head. "Good boy." he praised him. "Thank you master" he answered. "Stand up" Dracaryx ordered him.

Daniel whispered with his eyes closed. Several minutes passed in silence. Only the faint echoes of prayers from other members of the congregation could be heard in the room. After finishing praying, Daniel got up and walked out. He stood in front of the church, looking at the yard filled with snow. Beautiful memories with Stefany during Christmas Eve flashed through his mind. That night was so beautiful. He and Stefany stood in the same place, holding hands while looking at the big Christmas tree decorated with colorful lights. Stefany smiled sweetly that night, and Daniel felt very happy. But now, there was only silence left.

She didn’t look lost. She looked like she owned the ground she walked on. “Do you remember me?” she asked, voice trembling just enough to feel sincere. I stood slowly. “You’re...” She nodded. “Seraphine.” A crack opened in my mind—like a dam I didn’t know was holding something back just burst. Fire. Screaming. A hand slipping from mine. I staggered. She rushed forward, catching my arm. “Easy. You always got dizzy when your memories tried to force themselves through.”

At first she saw only her own reflection. Then… The image changed. She saw Ethan. Standing alone. Searching desperately through the Hall. The vision shifted. Marcus arguing with Samuel. Olivia comforting Henry. Richard collapsing as the poison spread. Another change. Black Haven. Flames. Ships burning. People running. Then one final image. Daniel Carter. He stood smiling exactly as she remembered him. He looked directly at her. Not as a ghost. Not as a vision. Simply as a memory. He spoke only four words.

Natasha's POV The trip already feels cursed, and the thought settles deeper the longer I stay in this room, staring at a ceiling that suddenly feels like the whole place has decided to shut me out along with him. Danny has been off since we got here, moving around me without really seeing me, answering questions with half-words, disappearing for stretches of time that last longer than they should. I keep replaying the morning in my head, trying to remember when exactly he slipped away, how I didn’t notice him leaving during the swimming game.

Those veiny hands that worked my body until I heated up, those hands that claimed my body until I had no choice than to dance to its tune. I swallowed hard, my body heated up in places I refuse to name. I didn't notice when he ended the call and dropped his hand, my gaze followed his hand all the while. Lost in my world of wild memories. He twitched a finger and I snapped out of my thoughts. When I looked up his gaze was already on me. Dark. The rest of the ride stayed quiet until Rafael took a different lane from work. I snapped my head towards him. “Are we going to see Danny?" My voice was laced with excitement.

He looked at Alex, but he didn't see the man he loved; he saw a a liar, a phantom that wouldn't let him die in peace. "Don't... touch... me," Danny gasped, his hands flying up to cover his ears. "You’re not real. You’re a hallucination. My brain is broken. It’s all broken." Alex didn't rush him. He sank to his knees on the floor a few feet from the bed, making himself smaller, lower than the boy on the mattress. He stayed silent, letting the waves of Danny’s panic wash over him through the bond. He felt the cold, the hopelessness, and the terrifying desire for the world to simply stop.

He looked at me with an uncaring expression that had me trying to move away from Danny. “After what he did to you you will not feel pity for him.” My father exclaimed in anger. “What, what did he do to me?” I whispered? Was he the reason that I couldn’t remember anything? Danny grabbed my face and had me looking up at him. The pain I felt had to be etched on my face because I could feel nothing else but pain. “Why am I hurting without any memories?” I whispered as I forced my gaze away from him and towards the drink station that had been left abandoned.