The blood that stains my hands.

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Clara’s POV

“I knew you would come to me, now come on let us leave” Her voice so inviting to me.

As I go to reach for her hand something stops me. I feel the warm blood run from my mouth and I wipe it away with the back of my hand. Sickness grips my stomach and twists it. I fall to my knees

“Come now, we must go before any pesky hunters show up” she speaks to me as though I am a child.

There is a part of me that wants to take her hand to see what she will show me, her power is intoxicating.

NO! I will not go with her!

I have to hang on to what’s left of me! I will not be evil, I just won’t. I throw my hands to my head and press hard trying to squeeze out the dark thoughts circling my brain. Looking up at her I can see her holding her hand out to me. She takes a few steps towards me and closes the distance between us. She sinks down to my eye level and she puts her hand on my chin and pulls my face up to her’s.

Her eyes examine my very scared features yet a smile washes over her face. I know she is a demon, but she is truly stunning, all her features are like a models, full lips and big eyes with a heart shaped face framed in straight fiery red hair.

I look up at her eyes which are turning black. I can’t take my focus off her, as the colour in her eyes fades so does the light in my mind. With the darkness now ranging over my brain I can’t help I can’t help but let out a scream, my hands press down on my head again.

“Haha, there is no use trying to stop it, it’s who you are, embrace it my dear” her voice rises over my mental struggle for control

“Fuck you!” I splutter struggling to remain in my right mind.

But the darkness feels so good; it feels so strong how I can fight a part of me!

Stop thinking like this!

Dimitri told me to fight this feeling! Oh god, Dimitri! How could I have done that to him? It was you, you did this, I yell inside my head at the darkness as though it would talk back!

Suddenly I open my eyes to see the woman in black hovering over me looking furious. Jolting backwards still on my knees I fall back. It feels like something just punched me in the stomach.

 This thing pressing on my mind is taking over.

“Listen little bitch you will come with me now!” her voice now demonic and almost scared. What could she possibly be scared of?

“No, I won’t do it” I yell out letting a whimper follow it.

 A sharp pain lands on my check. I look up to see her holding her hand to her chest. Slowly I reach up to my face to feel three very distinct cuts on my cheek. Warm blood ran down my face. Fury and anger shot to every cell in my body and I can feel as the darkness sets back in!

“You whore!” I yell standing in front of her. I swing my arm back and throwing it into her face with as much force as I possibly can.

“Ha for a demon you are slow and weak!” I mock as she hits the ground like a sack of crap!

“Y...you froze me! That’s impossible! How did you do it you little slut!” she hisses from the ground.

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