Isadora's life was nothing but normal. No matter how much she tried, she would be forever haunted by the supernatural beings that lurked in Mystic Falls.
Torn by love, taunted by her choices and her troublesome past; Isadora must live her life as...
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I rolled on my side to look at the handsome dark-haired man lying next to me. He made me smile. He reached forward and placed his hands on my cheeks; his cold rings felt nice against my skin.
I moved closer to him, pecking his lip, "good morning to you too." He said.
"Good morning Kai," I greeted, as he opened his eyes.
"My girlfriend is absolutely stunning. How lucky am I?"
"Very lucky, but I will love you more if you make me breakfast," I said as I played with his hair.
"Sure thing, do you want me to omit the vervain in your coffee?" He asked smiling widely.
"You are so funny, Malachai Parker." I glared at him, remembering the first morning we spent together. He thought I was a vampire, so he laced my coffee with vervain.
I opened my eyes from my dream, sitting up, but then I came in contact with someone's forehead, Kai. "I know I'm funny," he said, moving away from me. "You murmur in your sleep."
"What did you hear?" I asked, terrified. It would be the end of me if he knew I dreamed of him. I dreamed about Kai at least twice a week, and it was full of fantasies of us.
"Just that you called me funny, do you dream about me?" He asked; grinning.
"Yeah just today, you were threatening to kill me with a fork, so I said you were funny." I lied. "Now, why were you creepily hovering over me while I was sleeping?"
"That's what you do when you're madly in love with someone," he said. "Anyways, what are your plans for today?"
It took Kai a month and a half to speak with me again; it was May 19, 2014. I have been in the 1994 prison world for 139 days. I promised myself that if the witches do not release by January 1, 2015, I will kill myself. I do not know what method to use, but I have plenty of time to decide. I was thinking of killing myself beside my brothers' graves in the cemetery.
I beamed with joy as a realization hit me. "I'm going to the cemetery! I'm going to the cemetery!" I yelled, hopping out of bed.
"Why are you so happy about visiting dead corpses?" Kai asked.
"For months since we saw this house, I have been searching for clues about my brothers because I thought they were alive. My gut instincts are telling me they are. I cannot believe I did not think of visiting the Mystic Falls cemetery."
If my brothers were alive, they would not be buried at the cemetery. I need to search for their names and continue to cling onto hope.
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