Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Twenty Six: Lisa

He was haunting me.

I kept recalling Edward’s pleading eyes as he silently asked me to not leave him hanging.

Maybe I shouldn’t have asked him that question. I could only imagine how hurt he must’ve been after I left him there.

If one might think that I was over the fact of him kidnapping me and bringing me in a crowd full of bloodthirsty monsters that may or may not want to drain me out then he was right.

Of course I still had my conscience yelling at me for letting Edward go so easily but the truth was that I felt worn out—not my body but my feelings were giving up on me.

I wanted to get rid of it all as something inside me was telling me to shut my humanity off like I had some sort of switch inside of me—if only it was that easy.

I was mentally exhausted even though I was utterly charged on the outside. It felt weird like I didn’t have the energy to argue yet I had the guts and will to beat someone up.

What kind of hormones are these? I wondered.

“Jules stop it!” One of the girls said in the middle of giggles.

They were down there splashing water on each other in the midnight pool. The water was so clear you could see their waist below region inside the pool but that wasn’t what scared me.

The thing to bother me was magic.

The water had bubbles getting evaporated in the environment even though there was no sunlight and the smoke emerging from the pool made me believe that there was a burning stove beneath the ground that was boiling up the water.

Wild imagination? Thought so.

Nevertheless the girls tried to tell me that the water was as cold as ice but I stood my ground and told them that I’d accompany them by staying near the pool.

So here I was watching them as they played blissfully inside the water.

I would once in a while gaze in their direction but then swiftly averted my sight because they weren’t wearing much except for a swimsuit that hid almost nothing.

It gave me a weird opportunity to contrast my beauty with them.

They had been looking in my direction in pure envy as much as I could guess. So I’d been curious to know what I had better than those nymphs that had their pale and healthy skin kissed by the beaming moonlight.

And so far I’d known that I was far too bony to match their healthy yet skinny personality, too dead to meet their still so breathing life that hid in their flushing cheeks.

In fact, the only thing I had better than them was my pale complexion. I was as pale as dead whereas they were like mesmerizing breathing humans.

I looked down at my hands that showed so little skin left yet the power to triumph over at least one vampire out there.

I couldn’t comprehend my situation, my needs even what my body desired at the moment. I was so confused.

A feeling was diffusing in me, a feeling of courage and bravery to win over everything I’d ever wanted.

And at once a feeling of slight mischief to do something naughty for once, to forget about the past and future and spend my today in a joy that’d last forever, to let go of pain and this grief.

Something was telling me deep down that this misery wouldn’t yield me anything, especially playing this pain on rewind in my brain.

This peculiar feeling was telling me to let go of my principles for tonight and for once let the joy of transitory company blow into my heart so that never again would I have to think about my pain and loneliness.