BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 22

I felt this strange instantaneous pressure gripping around my throat.

It's grasp tightening, forcing me to wake me up in hoarse gasps for air.

Lighting flashed in my room, casting scary tendril like shadows from the trees all over the walls. And the rain— my fuck, the rain was too damn loud. It frightened me with the thought that we would drown, but I know that was just my anxiety talking.

Suddenly, I felt the hairs on my neck stand.

It was the same uncomfortable crawl I would get when George was staring at me at work.

Was I not alone...?

I quickly grabbed my phone beside me to turn on the flashlight setting; my hand trembling in fear as I slowly scanned it across my dark room.

There was nothing by the door, nothing by the chimney, and nothing in the other corner of the room.

...Is it under the bed?

Even just looking over the edge of the mattress gave me the shivers of what I might find.

"Easy Rose, it's all in your head." I told myself. "Just breathe. It's just rain."

Remember how Will would hold you tight when there was a storm?

It's been so long since you felt safe, and now it's gone again. You're all alone.

...

I don't need anyone—

You need Arthur.

I don't need Arthur.

Fucking liar.

Another sudden flash, a gasp escaping from my throat as the growl of thunder followed right after. I had half the mind to run out and sleep in the library when my eyes caught the shadow of a crouched figure.

What the— I don't remember the mansion having gargoyles...

I thought about it for a moment, trying to recall the memory of walking outside the mansion grounds when no image of gargoyles confirmed my suspicion.

...Something's here isn't it?

...Something is outside my window.

I cautiously moved to the side of my bed, my eyes remaining glued to the glass doors as I reached inside my shopping bag for a bottle of holy water.

"We don't know exactly who or what we are facing, but no creature can stand against holy water." Alina's voice echoed in my head. "It won't kill them, but it will give you a chance to escape if the situation ever comes to that."

I don't know exactly what I was going to be facing against, but I rather try to be prepared that not to be at all.

Slowly, I moved over to the other side of the bed, keeping my body out of sight from the window and flipping the bottle cap open to have it at the ready.

Before I even decided to face my killer, I contemplated my options.

I could scream for Arthur.I could reach for the door handle, open it and spray the bottles contents in front of me.I could peek first, then make a run for it.

But would I even make it to the door?

Arthur! I shout in my head. If you can hear me, please come here now! There's someone outside and I'm scared to make a sound! I can't even move!

...

Nothing.

Nobody had come slamming down the door and I didn't even have the guts to scream for help.