Forever

The Sinking Boat in My Thoughts

A month later

I plunged the sword into my heart and Damian had fell with me. Elijah and the others would find me. I knew he would know something was wrong with me. Blood bled from me and I was bombarded by screams from Augustus and Angelo and Jackson and lastly Elijah. They were the most distinct since they were always in my head, and my death had slammed the door on their mind. "CLARA!" Elijah yelled coming to my side. I witnessed with my soul the brutal punishment I had given everyone in the end of the war. That is when I finally spoke my secret. My last dying breath, but I didn't say it. The caverns echoed my name.

An Hour before.

"Clara?" Elijah said. I looked over at him. "Where'd you get the bruise on your shoulder?"

"I dunno." I lied. Forbidden magic is why I had that bruise. I was slowly being consumed by the dark. Slowly becoming a shadow.

"You sure?" He asked. I nodded. He kissed my shoulder and his finger brushed over it.

"Clara! There are invaders surrounding us!" Chantelle said. I smirked.

"It's started." I said. "Leave me." I said.

"Clara-"

"Elijah I'll be fine, I'll be out there in awhile, your clan needs you." I said. He kissed me hard and he went out and fought. I got dressed in my Dark Nature attire and I went outside. A whole group of wolves went for me. I grew vines and tied each one of them up and choked them to death. Their beta went for Elijah and Elijah and him had the same power. I went over to help but was stopped by Damian. He smirked. Our magic clashed, my darkness with his dark magic. It burned us both and I sent vines toward him and he dodged. He jumped back and sent little zombie creatures after me. We had a game of hit and run and we ended up in the caverns under the castle. That's when it clicked. He casted a spell that links our lives. If he dies, I die. I die, he dies.

"So you figured out my game?" He asked.

"You bastard." I spat. I sent more vines at him and they dug into his flesh and I started to bleed where they dug into his flesh.

"Do anything you want but you'll only hurt yourself." he said. I casted the forbidden spell that makes a sword that reaps souls. "Careful where you put that, Missy, you'll soul won't exist if you stab me with that."

"Who says I was going to stab you with it?" I plunged the sword into my heart and Damian had fell with me. Elijah and the others would find me. I knew he would know something was wrong with me. Blood bled from me and I was bombarded by screams from Augustus and Angelo and Jackson and lastly Elijah. They were the most distinct since they were always in my head, and my death had slammed the door on their mind. "CLARA!" Elijah yelled coming to my side. I witnessed with my soul the brutal punishment I had given everyone in the end of the war. That is when I finally spoke my secret. My last dying breath, but I didn't say it. The caverns echoed my name.