Is it wrong to love a vampire?

Chapter 21

WARNING!

This chapter deals with violence and assault! 

If you choose not to read this chapter, I will put a quick summary at the bottom. 

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It had been days since her dream and she knew that she only had half the story. Nick had been in and out of the room. His growing frustration as Georgia remained human, no matter what he did. She wrapped the sheets around herself and closed her eyes, trying to sleep, anything to pass the time. But even the darkness didn't want her. She needed to find something to occupy her mind. She reluctantly walked towards the desk, her mind already bare before she sat down but at least she felt safe. She closed her eyes and felt the cool wind whipping the back of her neck, running over and around her ear. 'Where is that coming from?' She searched around the room her hands running across the wall, looking for cracks, anything to explain the breeze.

A soft voice called towards her. 'Come.'

Georgia followed, intrigued by the sound, it sounded like a harp, each note sweeter than the last. It mesmerised her and something told her she could trust them. She walked blindly, heading only for that voice. She neared the painting of the castle and nearly crashed into it. She stood back and stared at the painting. It was definitely old but well looked after, there was a tower that spiralled up and the full moon cast an eerie blue glow over the trees below.

'Follow.' The voice called again.

'How?' Georgia shouted, throwing her hands up.

The wind howled, the painting banged against something hollow. Georgia gripped the edge of the painting. It groaned as she pulled it open to reveal a small wooden door. She could hear the wind rattling the wooden door, the brass knob was cold in her hands as she opened the door. A bang echoed down the long stone corridor ending long into the darkness. Georgia checked to make sure no one was following her before her bare feet shuffled against the stone. She slowly shut the painting and the door, immersing herself in total darkness. With one hand against the rough stone, she started walking.

'This way.' The voice seemed to be drifting alongside her.

Her heart beating in her throat, mirrored the sound floating around the corridor and she could hear each breath. Her legs ached but she knew she had to find the source of that voice, proving to herself she hadn't gone mad. The wall ends but there is no door, no way out of this stone prison she put herself in. She leaned against the back wall, defeat coursing through her body. The sound of stone grating against stone sounded out and then bright light, streaming in from the newly opened doorway. She slowly stepped out, having no clue what was beyond the stone corridor.

'Quickly.' Panic seeped into that beautiful voice.

Georgia swallowed her fears and bolted. She ran blindly through the black hallways, she looked up to see the portrait of Lady Alice Grove staring down at her.

'I'm not you.' She murmured before taking off through an adjoining doorway.

The hallway was dim and faint lights lined the walls. She walked slowly, carefully, her footsteps echoing throughout the hallway. Her heart pounded in her chest, loudly, she wondered why no one came for her. Georgia was trying to sort her thoughts, wishing for some paper.

'The diary.' She murmured. 'Oh God.'

'Hurry, please.' The voice pleaded.

'I can't leave without it. I'm sorry.' She whispered.