Everything seems fine until I finally drift off to sleep, but once again, I find myself trapped in the same haunting dream. In this relentless nightmare, I see the deep-seated hatred reflected in his eyes as he kills me, an image that pierces my heart with unimaginable pain. I sit up abruptly, feeling as if my heart might shatter under the weight of my anguish, and I hastily wipe my tear-stained eyes with the back of my hand, trying to gather my thoughts."This is definitely not the life I want," I whisper softly into the surrounding darkness, as if hoping the words will reach someone who understands. The night feels colder, more oppressive than any night I ever spent in the royal castle. "Why?" I ask the empty room, desperate for an answer. My memories are relentless and cruel, and the little I can recall of my past constantly haunts me, dragging me deeper into the realm of nightmares, especially in this place. I shouldn't have come back here, that much is clear. Elijah's face suddenly flashes in my mind, igniting a flame of anger within me that I can't quite extinguish.
A jagged bolt of lightning illuminates the pitch-black sky outside, momentarily breaking the oppressive darkness and brightening the room in a stark, ghostly light. The rain lashes violently against the large windows, shaking them fiercely with the force of each drop, making me feel even more isolated. The heavy curtains, which perfectly match the bedding I've chosen, flutter slightly with the gusts of wind, and I regret not having closed them before settling into bed. Any vampire lurking nearby—hidden amongst the trees—could easily peer inside and see me vulnerable in this state.
My bedroom is far from simple; it's filled with furnishings that reflect a certain style, though it feels foreign to me. The queen-size bed, adorned with pink, white, and olive bedding, rests against the far white wall, almost like a centrepiece in this unsettling space. Whoever designed this furniture paid great attention to detail, each piece carefully curated to create an atmosphere of elegance. Yet, it feels like a stage rather than a sanctuary. My few clothes lie packed away in the suitcase Ellie brought, still untouched and carelessly beside the dresser, which holds the expensive perfume and makeup Abraham gifted me along with Ellie. Those items remain untouched and neatly arranged, waiting for a moment that may never come when I find the courage to use them. The whole situation leaves me feeling trapped in a world that doesn't quite feel like mine.
Neo's bedroom is located down the long hallway, and tonight, I find myself feeling particularly desperate. I'm torn with the urge to ask him for help so I can finally get some sleep without being haunted by nightmares. It's been three long and unsettling nights since I arrived in this eerie place, and I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever feel at ease again. I plan to approach Neo and ask him to compel me to sleep, hoping it will grant me the temporary reprieve I so desperately need. As I wrap the blanket around my small frame for comfort, I slide my feet onto the plush gray carpet, which feels soft yet offers a slight solace against the pervasive cold that seems to seep into my bones. I often misplace my shoes in this house, so I feel the need to turn on the bedside light, just enough to cast a soft glow and illuminate the large room around me without feeling too intrusive. After my third knock on Neo's door, I hear a voice from behind me: "He's not here," Elijah says, and I turn slowly to face him. My heart sinks a little, and I feel icy embarrassment wash over me as I realize he'll see my unkempt hair and the white blanket draped over my sleeping shorts and shirt. My bare feet add to my discomfort, and I think to myself how Beverly always seems to look perfect and put together. "Thanks," I say, feeling awkward as I start to move away.
"Need anything?" Elijah asks, leaning against the doorframe with a curious expression.
I shake my head slightly. "Why are you in Neo's wing at this hour?" I can't help but wonder what he is doing here.
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Destiny has left its mark (Vampire Romance) (Completed)
RomanceMeet Daniella Ellis, a 19-year-old, who reluctantly works in the City Hall library of Darres: The Dark City of Magic and Vampires because that's what's keeping food on the table. She chills aimlessly while remembering the agonizing dream she had the...
