𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝐼𝑋𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑁

Raeliana

                It's night now, I am standing close to the balcony and I am watching the sky. The moon is beautiful, it's shining and glazing towards me. I have been standing here since Alana left to go to her chambers. I was clearing my mind for a bit as I watched the sky. I go back inside my chamber and suddenly the door is wide open and I turn my face towards the door to see who is coming without knocking.
                I don't recognize their faces at first but then I slowly pick things from their movements and it's their eyes that I know who this is. Someone I want dead and six feet under ground. I must act immediately and not do anything rational. They don't probably recognize me. I face them as I am standing on the floor and they face me. Taking a few steps closer towards me. 

              'Who are you? It is rude of you to come in without knocking.' I say, my eyes daggers towards them. 

              'I am someone who will end your bloodline.' He says. My eyes widened. He is sent to kill me. Out of nowhere, he has a dagger in his right hand and he has a smirk on his face. I have no weapons, nor any powers. I am defenseless. 

              'How did you get in?' I ask, again. I want an answer. There is no way that he could possibly get in like that without getting questioned. Where are the guards?
I scream in my head. I am terrified and scared for my life. 

              'There are things that you do when you disguise yourself as a guard here.' he says, his eyes have fire in him and he doesn't leave his eyes from me. 

              'You didn't answer my first question. Who are you?'
A chuckle slips out from him. 

              'You are feisty, I like that about you. Maybe I should have some fun with you first and then, kill you, pretty doll,' he stops for a moment. 'But you are correct, I can't just come here without introducing myself to a living princess. My name is Damian. Damian Valentino.' My heart stops for a minute, I can't breathe. How does he know that I am a princess? I haven't told anyone about it. Though, I don't deserve that title.
     He takes a step closer. 

               'Take one more step and I'll scream so everyone will hear you.' I say. 

               'Do it, but I assure you, nobody on this floor is awake now. I made them fall asleep into a deep slumber.' He says with a smile on his face as he comes slower towards me with his dagger on his hand. Terror rushes through me. I don't know what to do. He is standing in front of me and looks down on me as I look up at him. 

Our eyes meet, I give him a glare. He doesn't react to that. He is evil.
           He grabbed my hand, pulled me to my bed and pushed me down, my back hitting the bed first. My eyes wandered to see if anyone was outside of the chamber but nobody was there and then my eyes looked back at him. I want to scream but nothing comes out from my mouth.
He sits on top of me while he still holds the dagger in his hand. The dagger is sharp, I noticed from the glance that I took but my eyes went back to him as he is way too close. I fought against him with both of my hands, hitting his chest.

              'Stop being so difficult, doll. I am going to have fun with you.' he says,
I felt his hand gripping on my body, leaving marks on it. His left hand went up and grabbed both of my hands, to put them above my head. My whole body is shaking. 

              'No, let go of me, you bastard.' I scream and that gives him a reaction.
His facial expression changed into a madman. His eyes are filled with rage and lust. He held the dagger close to my right leg and began to give me scars. After that, he did that on my left leg, my arms and the agony of the pain i felt, it was torture and hell. He stopped for a moment, placed the dagger next to me and took his left hand away from my hands. He is smiling towards me. 

              'Covered in your own blood, princess?' He smirks at me as I am covered in blood. I am scared for my life. This man was just torturing me and my body has scars that will never be healed. I don't know what to do but my eyes wandered where the dagger was placed. My eyes looked back at him as he got distracted for a minute. 

               Something within me snapped and I immediately took the dagger from next to me and sliced through his neck and then stabbed his chest, close to his heart. I keep stabbing his chest, he gasps and I can't stop stabbing his chest. I even stab his arms and then his stomach. The pain he put upon me, I return it. So he can feel it too. 

               'You shouldn't have come here in the first place to be killed in the end by a girl that you called pretty doll.' I say, his eyes widened and his body fell down off the bed and I sat up. His blood is on me but I don't care about that right now. 

                I am covered by my own blood and his blood. I dropped the dagger on the bed in a heartbeat. There is a dead body in my chamber and I killed the man.
In full realization, I panicked again.
            I killed him.
            I am a monster.
            I am a killer.
No, I defended myself from a man that wanted to kill me. I stand up and run out of my chamber, looking around if someone is awake or if anyone is here.