28. Curiosity kills the cat

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"Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude

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"Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things." - Corinthians 13:4-7

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(Guys, this chapter is a little (very) gory, sorry if you find it disturbing...)

I frantically looked around to see if anyone else saw that, an irrational fear, truly, as no one else would have been able to find out about what I had just figured out about the queen. I felt so frightened, conflicted, and confused. Everything suddenly made sense to me: her pale white skin, her youthful face, her fear of light, everything! I was panting heavily as a lump formed in my throat. There was no way... There was no way queen Victoria was a vampire... No fucking way! I brought my shivering hand against my chest, feeling my agitated heart beat in my palm. I tried my hardest not to fall to my knees, but it was practically impossible.

"What's wrong with you?"

A familiar hand tugged my shoulder and turned me around. I was met with an enticed grin that flashed in the dark, her razorblade-like canines fully visible to me. She knows I know. What do I do now? Do I fight her? Am I even able to fight a vampire?

"What's wrong, Bill? Are you afraid of me now?"

Her eyes were crazed and manic, her head twitching a little as she unhurriedly moved closer to me. I cautiously crawled backwards, never leaving her out of my sight. In just a mere second, I scanned the room with my eyes, trying to come up with a plan.

"No one is coming to save you, little boy, stop trying."

Her eyes were bloodshot red and her lips curled when she grinned at me. My chest caved in, desperately trying to calm myself down. I had no choice, but to attack her first.

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