Roses of Possession (BOOK 1 || EDITING)

Epilogue

Epilogue










A heavy hammer-like object was continuously causing my head extreme pain. And as though as splendid my face was, it doesn't seem to cause me any damage at all. The electricity of sickness wasn't one in the kind of agony-like. It's more essential, it seemed to mean something.


And I was hoping it meant something more.


"Do it." A thick Irish accent spoke, his voice rang a bell inside my head, edging the rash pain.


"No, you do." Another one spoke with a deep hoarse voice. It sounded cool that I would love to hear it very often however it wouldn't make my agony subside.


"You do," He replied more sternly. "You caused her this."


I struggled to breathe and escape the ocean-like compartment I was resting in. The surface was near but I couldn't move any part of my body to reach for some air. I'm like living in a nightmare, the dangerous one that any minute, you can die. Slowly, I can finally see the light.


The light of the sun. My arms reached out to welcome the inspiring sunrise, the beauty of the earth. With a sudden flash, my eyes opened. Two pair of orbs met my tired gaze. They were above me, watching me closely and holding a slight rope of hope that seemed to be rebuilt.


"Jane?," The one with the blue eyes talked loudly and uncomfortably. "Are you alright?"


"Yes she is, Niall. She's dying yet very fine. Don't you see?" The pair of hazel eyes caught my glance when he spoke with dead sarcasm. Then, he turned to me and used his knuckles and softly rubbed them on the side of my face in a manner of soothing me. It felt nice. "Jane, how are you?"


"Oh, she's alright, lying there-dying yet really okay. Thanks for asking, Zayn." The blonde folk, Niall came to my rescue when I was about to force my mouth to speak.


Zayn rolled his eyes at him and brushed my hair with his fingers. My hair smelled like strawberries. Wonderful scent. I managed to look around where I was. It was utterly unfamiliar. In the back of my mind, I know I'm in the castle and everything fills my mind again.


I'm Jane Blanchard. The Queen. I was irrevocably in love with one man who died to save me. Harry. His brother happens to be my loyal owner whom turned to me still even after I have killed him countless times. And my best friend slash brother named Niall who also is their cousin is still here. But what are they talking about and why am I in pain?


"Zayn, you can't let her die. Harry will kill you!"


"Niall, Harry's dead you idiot. And I will not let her die, I just can't do it. She will hate me."


"She will not hate you for saving her life Zayn Malik. Now you do it before the venom spread."


Who talked about dying? I am dying?


Zayn backed away from Niall and faced me. He was very pale and his lips were quivering. He collected his strength to curl his fists in a ball before he sat on the part of the bed where my feet lies. He then touched them and he was very cold but he looked very hot.


"Jane," he said.

"I don't deserve you."


What is he talking about? The mind is a complete rubbish. Most of my body organs aren't working and though it may seem not to work at all. I continued to stare at the miserable-looking guy I front of me who was about to cry. I held Zayn's hand purely, getting afraid.


"All of this, I don't deserve. The kingdom, you. But you have loved me and I didn't know how that possibly happen because I was a complete asshole and I ruined most of your life. I took everything away from you and I almost killed the man who made everything possible, the man who deserved everything. Jane, I've put you through this and you don't deserve this."


He was crying. And Niall was too in the background. I was laying here motionless, feeling like everything was spinning. But I could still hear Zayn's magnetic voice. "And I couldn't do anything to save you rather than this. Jane, I love you yesterday and I love you still. Darling, I always have and I always will. Take my heart with you, my heart that you brought to life again. Wherever you will be, I will always be with you. Jane, I am so sorry."


"Zayn, what's-" then, the constant pain attacked me, burning me more than ever. I squeezed my eyes shut while my throat burns. My veins were popping tremendously and my head was being ripped apart. I couldn't breathe.


I could still hear muffled voices.


"Do it Zayn!" Niall spoke with extreme eagerness. "I'll hold her, you do it, now!"


Zayn who seemed to be debating held my hand again tight before he leaned in slowly that sent shivers down my spine. He whispered, "I love you." And that was the last words I heard before his sharp fangs made contact with my skin.


His kiss sealed the holes but his bite continues to open them wide. And as everything disappears from my sight, I feel like falling, into a big black hole. Zayn was calling for me, he was watching me from high above, reaching his hand out to save me, to hold me. But I wasn't all alone.


A thick Irish voice spoke, my hand secured around his. "Jane, you're safe."





|| "Love is like a rose on winter, only the strong survives." ||



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