Adrian’s POV:
I stood there – staring at my new toy. Her unconscious body lying on her bed. She had been this way since Saturday.
Since I brought her here.
Since I killed her sister.
Her heart-shaped face was partially covered by whispery strands of lustrous platinum-blonde hair. A soft expression across her features – one that only comes with comfort. Though how she could feel comfortable whilst lying on a straw bed was
I had stolen her. Taken her as a prisoner... a slave.
She was my souvenir. My reminder of the person I had just killed.
It was a vampire tradition. Take something the victim held most dear... so you will always remember them. Human life was precious, even though we enjoy the kill. The power. The defencelessness of our victims. The feeling that we can do whatever we want, that we controlled them.
I had enjoyed killing her sister, and I had enjoyed causing her pain. She had suffered, and I didn’t feel sorry.
“Pandora” The name rolled on my tongue. It suited her. The one to unleash sin, the one who disobeyed, the one who hoped.
I repeated her name to myself
“Pandora”
And then her eyes started to flicker open.
She screamed.
It chilled me to the core. A cold scream full of fear and horror. I couldn’t stand it, watching her eyes wide and scared. So I turned around and left the room. Silently cursing to myself and wondering why I waited in the first place.
Pandora’s POV:
A light shone through the darkness.
It carried forward a voice, a voice I faintly recognised but could not place.
“Pandora” It said. “Pandora”
It was a voice that radiated warmth, and as it grew louder the light shone brighter and brighter, until it blinded me.
I opened my eyes... And screamed.
It was him, the man who murdered my sister. I would recognise those red eyes anywhere.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. Only once my heart rate had returned to normal did I open them again. The man was gone.
