Bloodsight

The sun kissed her skin, warm and golden. The waves crashed gently against the shore, the sound soothing, almost hypnotic. She dug her toes into the cool, wet sand and let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

For the first time in forever, she felt... free.

She waded into the water, the coolness a relief against the heat of the sun. The waves lapped at her ankles, then her knees. She smiled, closing her eyes for a moment, letting the feeling of serenity wash over her.

But when she opened them.

The water had turned red.

Her breath hitched. The waves carried something toward her, dark and motionless. A body.

Harry.

His head snapped up, his blood-soaked curls clinging to his face. His chest, the same spot she had stabbed, gushed crimson into the sea. His eyes, wild and furious, locked onto hers.

"You fucking bitch," he growled, his voice raw and dripping with venom.

Her feet wouldn't move. She was frozen, trapped as he dragged himself through the water, his body sluggish but unstoppable. The waves crashed harder, more violently, but he kept coming.

Before she could react, he lunged.

His hands wrapped around her throat, shoving her backward into the ocean. Her body hit the water with force, the salt stinging her eyes, her mouth, her lungs as she gasped.

"I trusted you, fucking whore," he snarled, squeezing.

She thrashed, kicking, clawing at his arms, but he was too strong. The world around her blurred, the sky darkening, the sun disappearing behind thick, stormy clouds. The people-gone. The beach-silent.

The only thing left was him.

"You fucking killed me," he hissed, his grip tightening.

Her vision blurred. Her chest burned.

"How does it feel, Dove?" His breath was hot against her face, his expression twisted in something cruel, something unforgiving. "How does it feel to have the life squeezed out of you?"

by vmprlvrs.