Enemies to lovers. N. Romanoff

1.)

1937

I stare off into the distance my curly blond hair resting at my shoulders, recently my friend, amba, got sick. She died, they won't tell me what they're doing with her body and not letting me come with.

She was 8 months pregnant. Amba was about 5 years older than me, I'm 21 as of right now.
Amba was going to name her son after me, alex, I couldn't stand this, she was dead.

I was given a location on where they would be, so thats where I'm going. Tonight I will sneak out of the house and go hide behind this Boulder then see what they are doing with my best friends body.

It was midnight. They where going to do this at 1 am. I sat behind a Boulder for thirty minutes until men, old men, started showing up.

I watched what they did with Amba, they took a burning stick and repeatedly whipped her big stomach with it.

They chanted, none as confident as the guy who whipped her. After about 23 minutes Amba sat up, it wasn't possible. Amba had this grin that looked as if to be held with strings.

Amba reached out and grabbed the guy who whipped her and pressed her lips against his neck. He became pale then dropped to the ground after a minute or two.

I wanted to tell out and cry. I stared at Amba, she stared back her grin growing wider, the thing was she couldn't see me, I was behind a Boulder. She laid down on the table they had her on then went into a sleep.

My father took a stick and stabbed her side making sure she was dead. Then tapped the men's side to see if he was dead to.

The men who gathered around started to pray in Ambas name. They all jumped back when they notice the stomach moving.

My father reaches to the side and takes a knife and starts to cut into Ambas stomach.

"No!" I tell out running towards him.

"Alexandria! What are you doing here?"

"You can't save that child! That bad oden inside Amba must've moved into the child! It wouldn't have just left!"

"I don't want to commit a sin, I must save this baby."

It was constant back and fourth between my father and i and after a while he gave me the knife telling me to do it if I was so sure it was evil.

"See, you can't bring yourself to do it. This baby we shall save."

"Alex,"

"What?"

"That's what Amba wanted to name her child."

"That is not Ambas choice as we are giving it to your aunt Sarah."

He can't do that! I turn on my heel then run out of the woods all the way home.

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My aunt Sarah decided to name the boy alex, I didn't like him. He was evil. People went missing and I voiced my father in on the issue.

I was now 27 and Alex grew quicker he looked 31.

Alex came to my house today and threatened me. Either to leave my father and go run away with him and be like him, a vampire, he told me if I didn't come with he would murder my dad also, in cold blood.

I agreed, Alex turned me then made me live with him until 1992 when it was rumored he died. Relive was all I felt.

A-n IM SORRY I STARTED ANOTHER SERIES JUST KILL ME NOW. ITS 11 AND IM Writing, I HAVE TESTING TOMORROW OOPS SORRY MRS. ANYHOW HERE IS THE ENTERY TO ALEXANDRIA MOORE. BYEYEYEUE