obsession | wilhelmina venable

15 | Coven?!

"The Morning After" by Maureen McGovern echoed through these almost empty halls. A lot more people had been killed after my precious Venable. I missed her incredibly. Definitely much more than I thought I would.

I was preparing dinner for the purples as I saw another body pass by me. It was cold and dead as well. I didn't even react to it anymore. It didn't even entice me anymore. I couldn't believe I had grown this numb.

A few purples looked shocked as they saw it pass through the living room place. I mocked them internally, they were amateurs to this thing. I couldn't believe they weren't used to it like me now.

I stuck to myself most of the time, which made many greys suspicious of me. Like I was hiding the fact I was going to the new outpost or something. But in all reality, I wasn't.

I was stuck here to die. That is if they didn't throw me out before the deadline. You could say, I have lost all hope, but who wouldn't in my situation.

I was fucked basically. Right then, a bunch of guards rushed past me. Chaos erupted from what seemed like the entrance to this Hell sent place. They rushed to where they took my poor Venable.

"Stop right there!" I heard one of them yell and a gurgling sound right after. A bunch of greys went to look at the mess that was now a dead man's body and blood on the floor. Three women stood next to eachother looking to the bloody mess on the floor, that they had just caused.

Greys and purples were scared and scattered all over the room. Though, through all this chaos, I maintained perfect eye contact with the blonde standing in the middle. When she noticed me, she played up a smile on her gorgeous lips.

My expression was blank and baffled. I didn't know what to think at this point. She stepped a little closer and my heart rate raced up with the pace of others.

"Where's y/n?" She asked.