Scarlet

'Where am I?' Eloise woke up abruptly to find herself by a small pond, in the middle of a very large garden. The cool evening breeze blew wisps of her dark red hair into her face.

She looked down to find herself in a beautiful white gown. She slowly stood to her feet confused.

'My wedding day?' But that was two days from now. She quickly touched her stomach to find no stab wounds. She found no blood in her palms either. She swore they were filled with blood minutes ago.

The scene of Cole stabbing her was so vivid now.

She died.
She would never mistake the fear she felt while Cole pushed her off the railing. It was real. She was reminded of the cold slitting pain from the cold iron dagger buried deep in her gut, the satisfaction in his eyes while he stabbed her multiple times. It was hate.

Pure, unfiltered hate.

But why? Why would the love of her life kill her?
Why wasn't she dead yet? She'd died.

She remembered it all too well. There was a witch circle, the seal of the condemned, a bright red moon and her blood...