Bitten {Book 1} ✔

Chapter Twelve

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The door creaks as the stench of blood hits me. Throwing the door open I scan the living room and there is a mess. The love seat is flip over on its side and my small table lamp is thrown across the room.

"Mason?"

I choke out as I step inside there are bloody footprints all across the floor I try to breathe through my mouth to keep myself calm but doesn’t seem to help. 

"Hannah!" I shout trying to get someone to response —from anyone.

I run to my bedroom where there are bloody handprints on the door handle. Bracing myself I pull it open not caring if I pull the door off its hinges.

“Mason, Hannah,” I say before my eyes land on a motionless Mason.

He is hunch over his head turn away from me. With all the blood my fangs start stabbing my lower lip wanting to bite him and suck whatever blood is left in him. I feel my body tremble at the sight not wanting to believe what I am seeing.

“Mason,” stepping closer to him I grab his shirt and shove him hard. His body tips over exposing Hannah underneath.

Her small body is balled up as she is laying on her side. Her face is in her knees on the ground not wanting to look at me.

“Hannah sweetie, come with me."

Her eyes shoot open and her body stiffens at the sound of my voice.

Whoever did this to them will pay…with their lives.

Hannah slowly turns her head to look at me and the fear that leak into them makes me step back as she rolls over and tries her best to get up quickly.

“Hannah?”

She screams as fresh tears came tumbling down.

“Hannah!”

She makes it into the living room and I can hear her pitter patter footsteps as she makes her way into the bathroom.

She’s scared of me?

I run after her. The bathroom is dark switching the light on Hannah is nowhere to be seen but her breathing tells me that she is in the hamper.

“Hannah,” I say as something in the mirror catches my attention from the corner of my eye.

I turn and freeze. In the mirror stands a girl that looks exactly like me but she couldn’t be me since I would never do that.

I couldn’t, could I?

The front side of her shirt is covered in blood. My eyes slowly move up shaking as more and more blood splatter appears as I near her fangs scraping bottom lip ready to attack once again.

She smirks back at me as her blood red eyes stare back at me and I stay frozen in place.

She seems satisfied with what she has done that she gives me a toothy smile her teeth covered in Mason’s blood. I look away not wanting to believe my eyes and I look at my hands they are dripping with blood.

I did do it!

A scream rips through me.

“Abigail! Abigail, wake up!”

My eyes open wide gasping for air as I stare back into his dark eyes. It feels as if I was drowning and his eyes are my lifeline.

His presence makes me taking deep breaths as I stare at him. He leans over me. I am laying on the couch and it is dark all around me with the exception of the moonlight coming through my windows.