Until We Die|✔️

58| Her Innocence

~Some things are just temporary~

Evangeline's PoV
I stood frozen in shock at what had just happened. Without realising it, I sat next to him. His blood was slowly reaching me but I didn't care. I was already covered in it.

Moving my hair out of my face, I didn't realise my face had a bit of blood on it from my hand. I was covered in his blood and my own. The little glass shards were pricking my skin.

The knife had broken his skin.

I didn't even hear Tobias and the boys enter, nor did I hear them walk to their rooms. I didn't even hear them panic and yell for me as I sat staring at the lifeless body in front of me.

He's dead.

I took a life.

Tobias had crouched in front of me, blocking my view of the man as he stepped on the blood. He gripped my shoulders tightly. The glass shards digging into my skin didn't even cause me any pain as all my thoughts were directed to the man.

Does he have a family?

I sat watching the man gasp and beg for help. How could I have done that?

The knife was still in my hand. I couldn't bring myself to drop it. I took a life with this knife.

Tobias' mouth was moving but I wasn't looking at him, I was too deep into my own thoughts. He shook my shoulders. I still didn't acknowledge him. I knew he was there but I couldn't bring myself to look away from the blood-stained floor.

Suddenly, I felt Tobias' fingers pry the knife out of my tight grip. Eventually, he took it away from me and threw it on the floor away from me. The sound of the knife hitting the hard floor made me flinch.

"It's okay," I heard Tobias say soothingly as I snapped out of the trance I was in. My eyes snapped to his at that.

"I'm a killer," I softly said before I snapped my gaze back to the dark red blood on the floor. He didn't say another word as he pulled me into him, not caring I had my blood and someone else's on me.

He wrapped his arms around me, trying to give me comfort. I took a life. The man on the floor should've been comforted and helped when he was gasping for air.

I'm a killer.

Tobias' PoV
I watched her as she laid in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. She hasn't cried. She needs to before everything begins to get on top of her.

Seeing her there with the dead body angered me. I wasn't angry at her or the dead guy. I was angry at myself. I wasn't there to protect her again. She did a good job of protecting herself and I'm proud of her for that.

She killed someone. That shit can ruin a person. She's not built for this. She's used to the blood, broken bones and shit like that but killing someone is completely different.

I remember my first kill. I was only around 16 maybe. My father had captured someone, an enemy of ours and he was my 'Guinea pig' in a way. I murdered him and then I went home, went to bed and cried. I had nightmares for a while after that but they eventually got better.

We entered the house and our cheerful mood just disappeared. We could just tell something was off. I went to my room and pieces of glass were everywhere and there were little droplets of blood on the floor. We were all so fucking panicked. I still have no idea how that guy managed to get onto my property.