Adalaide shook her head to rid her of her dreadful memory. For over 500 years she had tried to barricade that memory behind many walls and locks, but it still manages to surface. Adalaide sighed, looking over at the now unconscious body of Ebony Winters, she slowly and gently picked her up and placed her lightly on the bed, covering her with the duvet and brushing aside the hair that was stuck to her sweaty forehead. She quickly removed her hand as she came to her senses, unsure of why she did something so caring. She was a monster; she was not afraid to admit it, she had done many horrible things and she had enjoyed them. She had enjoyed every evil, manipulative and dastardly thing that she had done, she regretted nothing. So why now was she suddenly going against everything she's been for the past 500 years. Affection, however small, towards a human no less, is what makes people make mistakes. You cannot fight a war if you are constantly putting someone before your purpose. Love, affection and kindness is what gets you killed. It is what makes you fail. It is a weakness. And Adalaide Hemmingway was not weak, and she does not fail.
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Sorry its so short but I wanted to give you a chapter. im trying to figure out the middle of the story atm and have some writers block, i have the end and the beginning but we'll see XD
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The Shadows in the Night
Aktuelle LiteraturEbony Winters lived a fairly normal life. Divorced parents, bullied, you know the usual. That was until Adaliade Hemmingway decided to pay her a visit, and well. Her life was and never will be, the same again.
