Hours went by it was almost dawn before her body started to cave it. Delilah was going in and out of consciousness catching glances of a beautiful crystal chandelier, before turning on her side and curling into a ball. Her body was shaking with pain and she felt as if she was drowning in her own sweat, gasping for air at certain moments. Her body felt as lava was in her skin, boiling her from the inside.
Vlad bent down by her side and whispered "This is how I felt when you broke my heart, after I spent years in a box fighting for you to hear me."
Delilah whimpered as it was hard for her to cry or to make a sound because of the pain. She never felt as if she couldn't fight for herself a solution she never been before in her life, alone with a crazed man experiencing heartbeat.
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Descendant's Curse
KorkuA woman who don't age, a vampire with cursed blood in his vines, a warlock magician with unmatched power.
