Chasing Freedom (Book 2)

Prologue: Dark (Cole)

Prolouge: Dark (COLE)

I watched Skylar as she fell.

I'd like to say that I felt it, like something alerted me as soon as she started to slip from the mortal world's grasp.

I want to say that my strong connection to her alerted me and let me help her out with all the confusion and other emotions that she was feeling... but I'd be lying.

I couldn't have helped her; I tried to tell myself that.

Over and over again I reminded myself that there was nothing I could've done to warn her.

I had no way of telling her that everything she was doing was wrong, everything she had been told was crafted from darkness and lies.

I couldn't let her know that I was there even though she didn't see me; no one ever saw me.

Dark.

I couldn't have physically been there in the way that I wanted to, in the way that I was supposed to.

I couldn't help her when she needed me most.

I couldn't do anything other than sit around, drowning in my own regrets and memories as I watched her make the same mistakes I did.

I wanted to screamed and tell her everything; from the immortal that she was always destined to be and the murder of her mother that wasn't just an accident, to the fact that her father was evil and had the worst intentions.

But I couldn't do that either.

All I seemed to think was; Oh Skylar, what have you done?

She was different though, something about her felt different from when I first heard about her.

In the beginning, it was just an infatuation-having someone that was going through the same thing I did.

For a while, I had just thought she was another person to fall under Malum's spell.

But she didn't deserve any of the unfair things that were thrown at her.

No one did.

Dark.

Her long blonde hair was now tumbling behind her as she fell deeper into a world she would never understand, bright blue eyes piercing through the darkness, making a point to show just how inhuman they were.

From what I had seen, her eyes were cold, and you could tell that they had been like that for a while.

Her clothes were dirty and torn, showing that the blood covering them was not all hers.

It made her look even more intriguing, like you wanted to know everything about her.

Dark.

She is beautiful; I have no doubt in that.

The only doubts I have are exactly what is lying beneath her beauty; just how dark and twisted her soul has become from living in the world that she did, with the people that she did.

After all she is Malum's only daughter and Malum's just about as twisted as twisted can get.

As soon as he realized how different she was, he probably head straight for the small town they call Belmount, fully prepared on ruining her life more than he already had.

Leaving her on her own when her mom died clearly wasn't enough. He had to do something more; something that would leave a lasting impression.