Yasmin, aged nineteen, arrives to the town of Silent Hill. She attends Silent Hills Academy with her two friends, Katherine and Candice. That's the boring bit.
The three of them gradually find out the truth about everyone at the Academy. They are pe...
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"What's the news?" I asked Candice.
She had called for Katherine and I to come round hers.
"It's the dead pool list." Candice announced, leaving me confused.
"What about it?" Katherine asked.
"The killings have increased. There's only twenty people left on that list, leaving you two even more vulnerable." Candice explained.
For a second, I thought my heart had stopped. In less than two months, the list had gone down from one-hundred people, down to twenty.
"You're joking, right?" I found myself asking.
She shook her head.
I begun to feel nauseous.
"Excuse me, just for one second." I said, before rushing towards the toilet.
I ran as fast as I could, and locked the door, before kneeling in front of the toilet lid. I started to gag, but nothing came out. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I begun to cry.
"Please, god. I beg of you. Help me." I cried to myself.
Knowing that I could be killed anytime soon scared me so much. I don't think I can be protected much longer.
I sat in silence, looking down at the marble flooring.
"Yasmin. Are you okay?" I heard Katherine say.
"I-I'm fine. I'll be out in a sec." I said, raising my body up towards the flush, and pulling it down.
I quickly got up, and headed towards the sink. I turned the tap on, and begun to wash my face. After washing my face and my mouth, I turned the tap off, and looked at my reflection. The one time I had looked at my reflection, I remembered seeing myself with red eyes. I shuddered as I remembered the memory.
"Kizim benim. We will meet again." I suddenly heard a voice.
Kizim benim - My daughter
It sounded a lot like my Father's.
I looked around, but saw no one.
What's going on?
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Third Person's P.O.V
Demon's aren't capable of love. Or so she thought. She had fallen in love with a demon herself. He may not have been a vampire when she first met him, but once he turned, the troubles he caused for Nikola, led her to believe it was out of spite. She was now left confused, as she sat in her room, reading a letter that was sent to her today.
It was from her late husband, Savas. The name itself meant war.
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