𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥.
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In a world where control is everything, Evelyn is about to lose it all.
Plunged into a downward spiral, she discovers that her carefull...
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I sit on the couch, a random book from the coffee table in my hands. Camille walks inside, but she pauses in her steps when she sees me.
"Hey..." She trails off, uncertain what she should call me. We've only talked about things related to Evelyn and we haven't really talked about ourselves.
"Oliver." I finish for her.
"Oliver," She nods and walks over to where I still sit on the couch. "Where's everyone else?" She looks around.
"Out running errands or finding possible theories on Ev." I admit, shrugging. I see her nod in my peripheral vision. "What'd you need?" I ask, keeping my eyes trained on my book.
"I came to talk about the death rate. They're rising again. Except, they're only drained of blood this time." She explains.
I instantly look at her. "They're rising again?" I ask, and she nods, handing me images of dead bodies. "Do you know who might be doing them?"
"That's what I hoped you guys would have an answer to." She says, but I shake my head. "None of us have fed on anyone. Unless someone's doing it when we least expect it." I explain, and she nods once more.
"What about Evelyn?"
"Ev's not really..." How should I say this? Just say it? Fuck it. "She's not really...alive at the moment." I mumble, examining the images.
"What happened to her?"
"She's locked in a coffin until we can turn her humanity back on." I admit and watch as she stands up. "Where are you going?" I ask as she begins walking away.
"To find Evelyn."
"Why?" I stand up.
"Because she can help." She explains.
"Did you not hear what I said? She's locked in a coffin, and when she sees you, you'll be her next meal." I state, running up to her.
"I'm going to find her." She reiterates defiantly.
"No, you're not." I say sternly.
"Yes, I am." She argues, walking around me.
"I'm sorry." I whisper before spinning around and injecting a drug inside of her. I carry syringes everywhere because of Evelyn. The drug won't kill her, it'll just knock her out for a few hours. She collapses into my arms and I pick her up, carrying her over to the couch.
Marcel walks in and sees Camille's knocked out state. "The hell'd you do?" He asks, storming up to us and shoving me away.
"Relax. I just drugged her." I tell, and he glares at me. He checks her neck for a pulse. "Well, I'm sorry. I didn't want to turn her into my girlfriend's next meal." I state, and he just stares at me.
"You sure she's your girlfriend? Because it sure as hell doesn't seem like it." He says, standing up.
She is my girlfriend. She's the same girl I fell in love with. She's just going through some shit right now.
