Endeverafter: The Series Presents The Cursed One

Chapter Thirty

When Drue opened her eyes, panic took over her body as she realized she was alone, tied up to a wooden beam behind her. "Not again," she whimpered. The room may have been different but it was still a room. The fear she felt back at the Harp flooded her mind and her body started to violently shake as she realized that this could actually be the point of her death. She knew she should look around and try to decipher where she was but part of her was already making peace with the fact that she wasn't going to leave this room. Squeezing her eyes shut, a flood of tears slid down her face as she began to think about Virek and the last thing he said to her. ...I would have to kill you. Well, at least she could avoid dying by his hand. Because she would much rather not have declared her love for him before he was forced to take her life.

Across the room, the door opened. The silhouette in front of the hallway light was that of a woman but Drue couldn't see her face. "It's about time you woke up. I was beginning to worry."

"I'm afraid you're a couple of days behind. I've already heard that before."

The sound of heels clicking against the wooden floor slowly approached Drue as a tall woman in a champagne red dress with a belt around her waist appeared in front of her. "You know, I heard you had quite the mouth on you," she said.

"Then you know that this won't end well–" before she could even think, Drue felt a hard slap across the left side of her face. Her head flinched to the side and she bit down on her lip to silence her scream.

"Oh, did that hurt?" The woman's voice was cruel and feminine.

Drue felt the woman's hand cup her chin, forcing her to look directly into the blackest pair of eyes she'd ever seen. "Do not touch me," she growled, snatching her face away.

The woman kneeled down in front of her and a wicked smile appeared. Her shoulder length hair was dyed black on one side and ash gray on the other. "Trying to act tough isn't going to save you," she said, rubbing her finger alongside Drue's hairline. "When I'm done with you, you'll be begging the Witch to kill you."

She cupped Drue's face again and stared deeply into her eyes as a bright white light flashed. Suddenly, Drue gasped and found herself back at her mother's house. Only she wasn't there physically. She immediately recognized her mother, who was much younger, given the fact that her hair was longer and not in its usual bleach blonde color. She watched as her mother sat outside by the lake behind her house, rubbing her pregnant belly. Mom? She reached out to touch her mother but instead, her mother stood up and walked right through her. Drue followed her towards the house but when she tried to walk inside, she gasped again and opened her eyes. She was back in the attic she was being held in. Her hands were still handcuffed to a wooden beam.

"What-what was that?"

"A memory," the woman said. "One of the many I'm going to torture you with."

"Why? Why would you do that?"

"Because for the past couple of weeks, all I've been hearing about is this Hybrid. The first of her kind in one hundred years. So, I decided to follow you because I had to see what all of the commotion was about. Then I saw you and that's when I realized why he likes you."

"Who?"

"I can show you better than I can tell you." The woman looked into Drue's face and that bright white light flashed in her head again.

This time, Drue was standing in front of a two-story country style family home.

"Babe, it's too much. Do we really need four bedrooms?"

"You're right, maybe it should have been five."

Drue recognized that accent. She turned around and Virek was standing there. His arm was around a short, dark-haired woman.