Surviving The Haze ☑️

Chapter Fourteen

I was sitting on the side of the road, holding one of Lucy's favorite books. It was called The Vampire Academy, I was never into reading or vampire novels, but now that she was gone, I wanted to read it.

Let's just say, Rose Hathaway is badass.

I didn't think I would like it, but I did. I tore through the pages, devouring every word. It only took me only an hour and a half to finish it.

Now I was just staring at it, wishing I could see her again. I wanted to tell her I finally read her favorite book. I wanted to tell we I miss her. I want to tell her I love her one last time.

I wanted to see her bright brown eyes smiling at me, even if for a second.

Damien was sleeping soundlessly behind me as I stayed awake, watching the moon and reminiscing my favorite memories with my sister.

I wanted her back. I needed her back.

I felt the tears running down my face as I pictured her smiling face. I hurriedly wiped them away as I heard Damien mumble in his sleep. I stayed quiet until I was sure he was asleep.

Then I cried.

I cried as I thought about Lucy. About my mother. About all of the slaughtered bodies Damien and I saw until we had to stop.

I froze as I heard footsteps coming closer to where we were hidden. I peered through a bush, placing the book down next to me. The figure was sprinting hard, as if she was running to something and she didn't have a minute to stop. I watched as she ran by, and I almost ran out to her.

She looked exactly like Lucy.

I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut. I had to be seeing things. Lucy's dead. That couldn't have been her.

I need sleep. If I'm seeing things, then it must be from lack of sleep.

I laid down on a blanket Damien had brought to go to sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, I was asleep.

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I blinked my eyes open, but all I met was darkness. Was it still night? I didn't sleep long.

I glanced next to me to look at Damien, but he wasn't there. I whipped my head around frantically and stood quickly.

"Damien?" I called out into the inky blackness.

I didn't get a reply.

I searched around to find something, anything, that will clue me to where I was. All I could see was black.

As I started to freak, a voice boomed all around me.

"Strong One, we meet yet again," it spoke.

I whirled around, searching for a face to piece the voice with, but again, there was nothing.

"Who are you?" I asked, still looking around.

The voice chuckled. "You may call me Master."

I scoffed. "Yeah, like I'm gonna call you that. Why would I call someone Master if he isn't even man enough to show his face to me?"

Almost as soon as I said it, a figure appeared in front of me.

He had bright white hair that curled around his ears. He had an ancient vibe, but his body looked no older than thirty-five. He was fit underneath his tight shirt, like he lifted weights. He had a sculpted face that was nearly perfect, and he was very tall. His clear blue eyes bore into mine, and I almost stopped breathing.

This man was a god.

He smirked at me as I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. That made him even more attractive because it showed that he had dimples.