Where am I?
Despite the color of her feathers, Raven hated the dark. She blended in perfectly in it and yet, darkness without her prince felt lethal; cold and isolating.
"Got you." Her consciousness was roughly thrown at the back of her head as she felt herself losing her own mind. A blurry figure appeared before her, in which she thought might've been Scott.
Who are you?
"Me? I'm the original," a mischievous voice responded.
No, that's not Scott. Who is it? Oh, it got dark again. The original?
"Raven?" the man called, voice laced with uncertainty.
"Prince Cross! Yes, it's your precious little Raven, Prince Cross." That's when it occurred to her that her body was moving against her will, someone else was in control. Her body threw itself into Prince Cross' arms—not that she was against being under his embrace—the girl sounded exactly like her, too. She desperately struggled to break free from whatever spell was casted onto her, only to be pushed farther back into her own mind.
Suddenly, her vision was returned, but it was like she was looking through one glass eye and nothing else. Her body wouldn't listen, all she could do was watch, really. Please, stop. Watch as the distance between Prince Cross and her grew closer and closer. NO, WAIT! Raven took custody of her body and swiftly locking their lips together.
"I'm willing to abandon everything for you, Prince Cross. Let me stay by your side." Whether it's you or me, we're always begging to stay by his side, Raven.
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Poisoned in Red
Vampire🌗 A decade ago, a blood war took place emerged from the taboos of young Romeo and Juliet; a vampire and a mortal. As the tragedy goes, together, the paramours are bound to be led to the bite of awakening an impeccable and ravenous baby bi...
