~July 1, 2012~
Stacy sat between her mother a d father's grave, contemplating what to do. The 26 year couldn't leave that poor girl in the hands of her insane brother. What has he done to her already? He's had her for three days and with her brother the possibilities ate endless.
She had some bruising on her body so that indicated that he'd hit her. She looked weak and frail so he'd denied her blood, which is extremely dangerous for a young vampire.
She could die in two days. Tomorrow at the least. There was one last thing he most likely did to her and Stacy did not want to think about it. Please God, don't let him be that cruel.
"Mother, father, please tell me what to do. Help me."
The trees around her rustled and the sky darkened. Her mother's voice echoed in the wind. "Let fate decide my child." Stacy frowned. "Fate has already decided and it is death." She heard her father's voice as if he were whispering in her ear. "The hands of fate are still at work Stacy."
Veronica was too weak to move. It took all her strength just to open her eyes. I'm dying.
Zacharias was off somewhere else found God knows what while Veronica at in her cage, paler than before, her lips dry and her throat scratchy like sandpaper. Need blood.
With every passing second her body's energy died a little more and the ties her body had to her soul snapped, one by one.
She began to sob, draining her body of more blood. I don't want to die. Her sobs increased in volume and she cried out for her father's spirit. "Father!"
More energy lost.
"Father!"
Darkness began to cloud her vision.
"Daddy! Dad-"
"Veronica?"
Darkness blinded her and her body slowly went limp. The last few ties to her soul breaking, one by one.
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The Wolf's Slave
Werewolf"Please free me." He chuckled at the silly little thing's request. "Free you?" He laughed, shaking his head. "Now why would I show someone like you such kindness?" His breath fanned against the back of her neck and against her will her body became r...
