Oleander

"I don't want to hurt you, please, you have to leave," Sorcha whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The man before her, the only one she could trust, the one that had wormed his way into her life without her realising, was now dearer to her than she could ever have imagined, and she had to push him away.

He smiled sadly at her, taking her hands in his and stroking his thumbs across her now cracked, inky black skin. He didn't mind that she was a monster.

"I can't do that, you're too important to me now," he whispered, his hand lifting to her chin and gently tilting it up.

Sorcha trembled under his tocuh and melted when he placed a tender kiss upon her lips. Her heart broke in her chest and the realisation set in painfully.

She could never give him more than this.

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Sorcha has been fighting against the darkness all her life.

Its empty blackness looming ever closer each day.

The claws of the beast had begun to envelop her, slowly pulling her back into the abyss she can never escape.
Choking her till she finally gives in.

In a time when supernaturals walk the streets freely, Sorcha must find the only person that can help her destroy the monster she fights to deny, but in doing so, she must rip down the walls she built to protect herself and the people she loves from the horrors of her past.

When the time comes, she must decide if her life is worth living, or if she will give in to the beast and allow another to bask in the light she freely resigns.

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Warning: Explicit content and graphic violence from the get-go.
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