I can hear someones heartbeat, it hammers in his chest. The shadows in my ear whisper but their silence is clear, cold hands touch my shoulders. I remembered quickly what happened, Ithe's voice gone as the memories came flooding back. My eyelids heavy as I groan. Something wasn't right, I should be dead.
Dead.
I should be, but instead my back laid down on the icy stone and my body stiff. My head burned with every ounce of pain, forcing me to bit down on my tongue. My skin jolted awake as my goosebumps rose. I was awake.
Awake.
I turned my head to the side, Alex looked at me. As if he'd seen a ghost, he had been worried. A crown on his head but I didn't look at it for long. Kazimir stood in the corner of the room, still as the Earth. Blood on his hands as he watched me, waiting for me to say something. That same color of red scorned his face but he didn't mind. I knew it was my blood on his face, just from the way he looked. However, I knew not to worry- my blood never bothered Kazimir like it did Alex. As I opened my mouth, I breathed back to life.
Life.
Pulling my head up from where I laid, I didn't listen to a single thing Alex was saying. All of his words like white noise. Holstien turned to look at me, Kate slept in his arms. Jean and Leon waiting for me, but Amelia was no where to be found. The majority of the Court of Six was here other than Alex and Kazimir. I knew where we were immediately; the infirmary looked all the same, but everyone looked like they had just witnessed a miracle.
Miracle.
I knew and for that I quickly found a mirror, the Duchess of Night laid her eyes down on her reflection. Her skin a sickly pale, icy cold like the dead. You could always tell, it was that look in their eye that gave them away. The look like the light had gone out of them. My skin without color all but for the new scar like tattoos that curled all the way up from my wrist to my shoulders as it climbed down my back and the front of my chest. There was dried blood on my face, possibly Theron's it didn't smell like mine. My lips quivered as I looked into my own eyes, a single word pressed around my lips- both of them the same color as the blood that scorned my skin.
"Vampire."
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A Hymn of Snakes
VampirosA STUDY OF POISONS BOOK 2 _____ We've vowed to protect humans from Vampires. Vampires are ruthless and should be eradicated- that is the old way. However in the modern world, tradition still finds its way around us. Cordelia Greerson was the one who...
