𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄
Thea Quarts was never loved correctly. Not by her family, nor her lovers. She'd always wore a mask to cover up her families brutal truth, causing her to be unknown to who she truly was as a person. But when she meets a quirky p...
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CHAPTER FOUR I DID SOMETHING BAD
In the year: 1939
GRIEF. A simple word with a deep meaning. Most people will experience grief if they haven't already.
Why was everything moving so fast?
Thea couldn't stop questioning as she stood the the porch of her two-story home.
It was a perfect home on the outside. The wind chimes whistled, the wood creaked and the porch swing swung.
But now it wasn't. Now it seemed to be wind chimes that whistled, wood that creaked, a porch swing that swung, and a frantic newborn vampire that was being fueled by every emotion you could think of.
Thea knocked on the door, suddenly not even feeling like a member of her own home.
Thea could hear faint footsteps getting closer and the closer they got—she could hear the heartbeat. Thea was overwhelmed, but lately, she'd gotten used to the feeling.
The door opened and there stood her mother. Ethel Quarts. She seemed perfect. No tears, no puffy eyes, flushed cheeks, or red nose but her eyes were wide. "Thea?"
Thea didn't understand why her mother saying her name only fueled her rage, "what did you do?"
Ethel was loss of words, she blinked frantically, hoping it was just a fragment of her imagination but there Thea Quarts was. "You look...different?"
Thea's sense of smell was then taken over by a familiar smell. She frowns, her crimson eyes snapping over to her mother, realizing the elder woman was wearing an apron.
"Mom, who is it?" She hears Ava call for her.
Thea rushes past her mother, causing her to press back against the door.
Thea walked through the hallway, passing by family pictures that were for nothing but the show of guests. She turned sharply, stopping when she saw her two sisters sitting at a dinner table.
A table was set. A huge dinner lay across the tables.
"Thea?" Harper gasps, jumping up from the table along with Ava. "How are you alive?"
Thea could now hear three strong heartbeats—yet she hadn't ripped out any of their throats. "What is this?" Thea snapped her eyes to her mother, who'd followed her in, "What is this?! A celebration?! A dinner?"
