A/N 🚨PLEASE READ!!!!🚨hi🙂ok so this chapter may be confusing but if you read this author's note then it should clear any confusion.
So, anytime he/him/his is written in italics like so "he" it refers to one person. It should be clear who that man is and there is a reason for not using his name.
Warmth. I just feel warm. My body is tingling and my skin is jumping, eager to hold onto this feeling to remember it. I snuggle into myself, desperate to feel warmer, letting it thaw out all of my thoughts.
Fingers gently sweep across my forehead, sliding my hair behind my ear and I feel a blanket being pulled higher up my body.
Suddenly I notice what I'm laying on feels hard and my eyes snap open. I look up, hoping to see my mother's eyes but I'm met with someone else's. I jump off of him and am quick to distance us.
"He is close," another voice joins us, once again, but this time he's nervous, scared even.
"What do you mean, Frederick?" He asks.
"He found us and it's only a matter of time before he comes here. You get Alice to safety and I'll alert the guards."
He turns to gram my arm, but I am ripped away, my scream lodged in my throat. Cold hands, one wrapped around my neck, and the other squeezing my hands together. I'm frozen, my heart pounding in my chest as I look at him.
"It seems as if I forgot to tie up a few loose ends," his grip on my throat tightens, but I am still able to breathe. "Remember when I first did this?" He whispers into my ear, "I slammed you against the wall and well, I'm sure you know what happened, don't you Zeke?" His voice hammers into my brain, echoing over and over again. "I'm sure you felt it didn't you? Felt me squeeze her-" he was cut off as I feel him ripped away from me.
He is quick to grab me and whispers for me to close my eyes and I am met with darkness. I feel a gust of wind tunnel me and cling on to him as if my life depended on it.
He lets go of me and I am quick to realize we're on a rooftop, a few stories above the ground.
I look at him, puzzled by how we got up here so quickly, and feel the pain rise in my chest, once again.
Frederick
That's who it was back there. It has to be. But how? He just walked into the room as if it were an ordinary day. Spoke to him as if they were old pals and maybe they are.
And the one who grabbed me. As he pulled me from his grip, I caught a glimpse of him and I still shudder at the image. The way his hand felt around my throat, the feeling of it happening, again. And I remember.
The couple, laying with their dying daughter.
The savagery in the town and pleas of the mother.
The acceptance of the girl as she knew illness was going to kill her.
And how she stalled in her doorway, scanning the room to then be grabbed and choked.
I grip my throat and he is quick to ask if I'm okay, placing a soft hand on my wrist, but I pull away.
The world around me softly sways as the chilling breeze fills the air.
No
Its-no, just no.
"Alice, there-"
But his voice fades. All I feel is my hammering heart, all I hear are my thoughts, remembering, seeing, feeling the 10 times I was alive. They all played out, like a photo album one after the next, life after life, people after people; each one resulting in the same conclusion: death.
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Vampir"Alice, please," the voice begs. "Alice, I need you," it says again. She walks further into the woods, stepping past fallen down trees and branches. The cold ground below her prevents the leaves from crankling beneath her feet as she walks. The sma...
