AN. This is dedicated to @fox1648 for the first comment!
Her breathing increased again, she ran to the door attempting to bang on it for someone to let her out but before she even reached the door she was once again flung through the air against the wall, collapsing on the floor in an awkward heap.
"Let me out!" she cried "Please just let me out!" but her voice fell on deaf ears, no one responded, nothing happened, and she was forced to admit that she was well and truly trapped. She hugged her knees, her eyes continuously fliting from wall to wall, half expecting a doctor in a white lab coat to come materializing out of the wall. Her worst fear was for people to think she was crazy. She wasn't crazy she was of sound mind and body, but now as she sat in the corner of her padded room and she contemplated on the past hours of her life and thought to herself, that maybe she was in fact crazy. Crazy enough to start hallucinating that a vampire bit her, kidnapped her, and then told her she was the "chosen one". Yes, that's it, she was mad. Absolutely barking mad.
"Oh don't worry. You're not mad. This is all real my dear. This isn't an Alice in Wonderland scenario"
Ebony leapt to her feet, spinning wildly "Who's there?!" no response, the room was empty. "Oh god. I really am going mad!"
"Oh hush Child. You're not mad." A figure slowly starts to appear in front of Ebony. Except this figure had her face, her features, however their eyes were not the same brilliant blue of Ebony's but a deep black that seemed to almost suck in light. God they even have a better dress sense. I do rock a suit well. The figure was stood in a tit fitted black suit, with a blood red tie atop a bright white shirt and shiny slightly pointed shoes which were black just like the suit.
"yes, you're right I do rock a suit well" her voice was deeper, giving the idea of power, her stand was straight and proper, her head held high, yet her face held a permanent smirk.
"What are you?" the original, worst dressed Ebony asked.
"I'm you. But better, stronger-" she looks Ebony up and down "Hotter"
"Rude."
"Don't lie you know it's true"
"Shut up"
"Never"
"damn you really are me."
"well duh. Who else would I be?"
Ebony rolled her eyes. A growl slowly making its way up her throat and out her mouth. Her eyes widened. "did I just growl?"
"yes, the change is coming"
"Change? What am I changing into?"
"Oh god Ebony don't be thick. Me. You're turning into me." With the end of her sentence. She smiled wide. Jagged fangs on view, and a glint in her black eyes.
AN. Not my best work but im fighting through that writers block and i have a million and one assignments to do for college.
hope you enjoy
Pixel :)
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The Shadows in the Night
General FictionEbony 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.